"What are you waiting for...... Tang Mingyao, you've finished writing that book, right? Go back and print a copy and show it to the teacher. He Ning smiled and set the dishes and chopsticks, just like at his own home, "Teacher, you haven't been busy lately, have you?" Being idle at home is also idle, just to kill time. ”

Professor Yu smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, I can see it in advance, I can't ask for it." ”

Tang Mingyao looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly understood a little.

Senior Sister He Ning, this is ......

Take the initiative to push his book in front of the professor?

He was a little moved.

Although he does not lack channels to promote new books, the magazines and publishing houses he used to serialize are all ready-made channels for him, plus his previous publishing achievements, he can release words casually, and some people take the initiative to buy them.

But he was still very touched by the fact that his senior sister was so enthusiastic about helping him.

Because the meaning here is different for Professor Yu.

If Professor Yu reads the book and thinks it's good, just mention a few sentences, and he will show his face in the psychology circle, which is not the same thing as publishing.

So he immediately said, "Okay, then I'll get it when I go back." If you don't write well, please don't laugh at me. ”

"The young man is good, not arrogant or impatient."

Professor Yu waved his hand and said, "Don't be so outside at home, don't shout at the professor, it sounds like you're in class, you just like Xiao Ning, just call me teacher." ”

Tang Mingyao nodded and agreed.

During the banquet, He Ning was very considerate and busy, and also took the initiative to help the teacher and his wife pick up the dishes, and the degree of closeness exceeded that of ordinary teachers and students.

After eating a meal, Tang Mingyao became familiar with the two old men, and he was no longer so angry.

"Senior sister, thank you so much today."

Coming out of Professor Yu's house, Tang Mingyao spoke.

"What?"

"Recommend a book for me?"

"It's a little thing, it's just a mouthful. My teacher and I are not an ordinary teacher-student relationship, Brother Yu...... It was the one we saw at the door when we went, the teacher's son, he was not at home all the year round, and the two old men were actually quite lonely, and they treated me as half a daughter. ”

"That's not a reason why I don't thank you."

He Ning patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, don't pretend to be an adult in front of me, I recommended it to the teacher because you wrote well, and I couldn't help it." When you go back to the print shop, you print out the manuscript and give it to the teacher, remember that the words should be bigger, too small and it looks difficult. ”

Tang Mingyao nodded in response.

After he returned, he copied the documents on a USB flash drive, and went to the print shop to use nearly 200 sheets of A4 paper to print the entire book.

It was bound into a book and delivered to Professor Yu's home.

Yu Youren said: "Put the book here first, I read it slowly, and you can get it again in half a month." Let's say it first, even if it is recommended by Xiao Ning, I myself am very optimistic about you, but whether the book is good or not is the main thing, if you can't write it well, I will scold people. ”

Tang Mingyao felt a little frightened.

Isn't it just to show you a look, even if the writing is not good, why do you still scold people?

Again, this is not a dissertation.

However, he didn't dare to bring it up in person, so he talked to the teacher without bothering much, and took the initiative to say goodbye.

Next, he no longer had a big writing plan in his hands, so he read books every day, completed small writing tasks, and lived a leisurely and comfortable life.

Meanwhile.

The Beijing Procuratorate, which is in the same city, is diagonally opposite the door, and there is an alley called Beizongbu.

There are no households in the courtyard No. 32 inside, but a sign is hung at the entrance of the courtyard, which reads: "Juvenile Comics" magazine.

In the morning, the atmosphere in the editorial office was solemn, and the air was so heavy that it seemed to be dripping.

The cleaning aunt walked through the hallway, all on tiptoe.

Because the magazine has gone down to the editor-in-chief, down to the editor-in-chief, ordinary editors, and interns...... It's all in meetings, and they're being trained like dogs.

The leaders of the Art Publishing Group came up to inspect it.

"How many years has Shonen Manga been published? Who do you talk about? ”

"Huh? No one answers, right, let me help you answer: our magazine was founded in '95, and it has been six years since this year! ”

"In the past six years, there have been policies and subsidies from above, which can be said to have given enough support, but look at you, what are you guys doing? After doing it for so many years, the magazine is still losing money! ”

"Back then, I took the initiative to find the Ministry of Culture to pull a relationship and run down, and now you are doing this, I don't have the face to explain to the above!"

"This is the last time I will talk about this matter, there is still a year, if you can't turn a profit next year, you all give me a fuck, and there is no need for this editorial department to exist!"

"And I, I can't explain to the above, and I don't have the face to sit in this position anymore, so I can only retire early!"

"Any idea what that means? Yes??? It means that "Shonen Comics", a key project supported by the state, is completely bankrupt, and we are all a group of failed people! What you said in front of me back then, those bold words that fought for the rise of Chinese animation, are bullshit! In the face of failure, it's all bullshit! ”

…………

After two hours, the big leader left with a straight face.

The whole conference room seemed to be relieved from suffocation, and for a while there was the sound of exhaling and inhaling.

"Alas, to death!"

Editor Zhou Ming stretched his waist and complained: "This big leader, he comes to inspect two or three times a year, and he scolds people if he doesn't get results, but he doesn't look at the current situation of China's animation market, we have been one of the best in the industry, the current situation of the industry is like this, everyone is losing, and it's not our family, can we be blamed?" ”

Liu Shuangmei, a colleague next to her, muttered: "Just look at the results, don't ask about the process, this is the privilege of the leader." You can just accept the scolding, at least he still has the strength to scold, and he will get used to listening and listening. ”

"Sister Mei, did you say that the leader came this time, and if you can't turn losses into profits in a year, you will get out?"

Liu Mei said: "Most of the angry words, can you really let us get out?" We're gone, and no one can afford to hold up this stall. But this can't be said, if we really keep losing, maybe one day the top will not give policies and subsidies, and we will really have to get out. ”

The two were talking energetically, and the editor-in-chief Wang Guangkun walked past them and said: "You can still talk, it seems that you haven't been scolded enough?" If you don't let me go back to review, I can't turn losses into wins next year, and I won't need the leader to open it, and I'll fire you two! ”

Looking at the backs of the two of them leaving in disgrace, Wang Guangkun returned to his office and swallowed the clouds.

It's hard.

People who don't know the inside story think that "Shonen Manga" has reached its current scale, how can it not make money?

But that's the way it is, in '95, '96, '97......

It's 2001, and the special mother is still losing!

The leader is right, if you do it for a few more years, it won't take too long, it will only take three or five years, and if you still lose money, you will definitely be shut down. When the time comes, everyone will have to leave, and no one will want to stay.

As the editor-in-chief of the magazine and the number one person under the editor-in-chief of the editorial department, Wang Guangkun is really under great pressure and is in a dilemma.

After being melancholy for a while, he extinguished the third cigarette, took out the submissions he had read before, and re-read them all to find out if there were any excellent works that had been dusted.

It's a pity that I was busy for a long time and got nothing.

There is always a reason for the manuscript to be passed, where is there so many legendary stories of good works that have been missed in reality.

As a last resort, he found out a few comics that were to be published in the next issue and re-examined them.

Because he didn't know what else he could do besides doing this.

A magazine receives only a few comic submissions, and these editors, in addition to collecting manuscripts everywhere, are to conduct more serious and rigorous reviews, determine the market value of each manuscript, and be responsible for each author.