"Hello, are you the author of "Miss Against the Sky"?" Qiu Feng quickly sent a message.

"Yes. She hesitated, but answered truthfully.

"I've read your book, your writing is really good and has great potential, would you be interested in coming to my dolphin website. If you come, I'll give you a cover and a chance to recommend it? As long as you come, I'll guide you carefully, and then make you a writer. ”

She looked at the editor's words, and she felt a feeling of wanting to cry, a feeling that she had never experienced being recognized, and her tears couldn't stop falling. She trembled and replied with four words

"Okay, thanks. ”

After typing these four words, she looked at Qiu Feng's last sentence, she seemed to see her future, saw that her book was writing better and better under the guidance of the editor, saw that her book had a bright future because of the editor's appreciation, and saw those who bullied her and ridiculed her change their impression of her because of her achievements, and made friends with her.

"Then you can register your writer information on this page, and you can review and sign a contract with 10,000 words, and after signing the contract, you can get a full attendance award for 8,000 words a day, and you may also have the opportunity to get a big website closure. Qiu Feng sent a link to the writer's information and this paragraph, and then accompanied by QQ's own smiling expression, the yellow smiling face was so cute in her eyes, as if encouraging her.

"Okay, thank you!" she replied.

"Well, no thanks, it's okay, go to the group to take a look, they are all writers who pursue their dreams, I hope you can make friends with them, and then work together to become a writer. Qiu Feng quickly sent a sentence, "You upload your work to Dolphin.com, and then remember to contact me, I'll personally check it for you." ”

She saw the reply of the autumn wind, and she felt a warm current surging through her heart.

She opened the QQ group, and then saw that the discussion in the group was very intense, some people were showing off their tens of thousands of words a day, some people were showing off how many gifts they received for their works today, and some people were regretting that their books were not doing well, and more people were discussing those very popular and white books, from their disdainful tone, it seemed that as long as they moved their pen, they could surpass those popular books of the gods in minutes. The whole group fell into a joyful, harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

She rummaged through those chat records, she felt that she had come to the real author's house, she felt that the writers in the group were working hard for their dreams, and her originally dark and sad heart became hot because of this positive energy chat history.

She registered an account on Dolphin.com, then opened the novel she wrote on xx.com, copied ten chapters (about 1000 words a chapter for female frequency writers) and put it on Dolphin.com, and clicked publish.

She opened Qiufeng's QQ and typed nervously, "Mr. Editor, I sent that book." ”

Then I saw Qiu Feng reply with an ok expression, her heart was even more bumpy, she looked at the dialog box anxiously, she was waiting, waiting for the result.

Ten minutes later, Qiu Feng's QQ replied with a message

"Your book has great potential, congratulations, you signed a contract! I will do what I say, and tomorrow I will ask someone to make a cover for you!" The two bright red exclamation marks seemed to indicate Qiu Feng's attitude and affirmation of her work.

She saw the news of Qiu Feng, at this time she was grateful to Qiu Feng is inexplicable trust, she didn't know what words to use to express this mood at this time, she took a long time to calm down, and typed the keyboard "Thank you, I will work hard!" and sent it over.

Seeing her reply, as if the editor Qiu Feng on the other end of the computer was also infected, he replied, "I believe you!"

That night, she was recognized by the editor because she was signed, and she was excited all night.

"Autumn Breeze, have you found a good seedling?" asked a lewd man curiously in the building of Dolphin Net, to a young woman sitting across from him.

"Do you think we'll be able to find good seedlings?" the woman lifted her face, pale and numb from being in front of the computer for so long.

"Again, we just need the number of words and the number of words. After listening to Qiu Feng's words, the lewd man shook his head and said self-deprecatingly.

"If you understand, let's go find the next rookie writer with a dream. Otherwise, this month, the effective word count of our writers does not meet the standard, and we will have to deduct the bonus again. After Qiu Feng finished speaking, he opened the script of the group book review on the computer, and patiently sent advertisements to newcomer writers with dreams. The computer screen reflects the face of the autumn wind, like an ugly vampire, constantly eating away at the dreams and energy of those new writers.

Editor: The Son of Heaven dragged his tired body home. Tonight is another day of overtime for xx.com, because today is the day of the fantasy fairy essay novel promoted by the statistics website, thinking of the tragic data battle, he couldn't help but have passion and fighting spirit in his eyes, but thinking that his group of editors had already decided the top five of the website, he couldn't help but dim the fighting spirit and passion in his eyes.

When he got home, he found that his family had long been resting, he sighed and walked cautiously to the study, for fear of waking up his sleeping family.

He turned on the computer, looked at the computer and began to be in a daze, once he was also an editor with a dream, determined to discover all the good books, but after the baptism of the years and a bunch of unspoken rules that appeared inexplicably, his original dream was eaten away and only dreams remained.

He lit a cigarette and thought of the, and he didn't know how his former rivals were doing now, and they were still talking about dreams at this age. He looked at the computer screen, nostalgic for the days when he fought.

He logged in to his account on xx.com, then clicked on his bookshelf and read the book "Looking Up at the Stars" on the bookshelf

Because he was busy, he hadn't paid attention to this novel for two days, and he just wanted to read it today, and he just updated these two chapters about the competition in the past two days. He read it patiently.

He reads quickly, but the expression on his face changes wonderfully with the speed of reading.

In ten minutes, he finished reading the two updated chapters, and after reading them, he took a deep puff of the unburned cigarette, and then pressed it hard into the ashtray.

He didn't know why, this ordinary and cliché novel attracted his attention, and he didn't know why, after reading these two chapters, his dream, which had been eaten away and only dreams were left to be ignited, was ignited again.

This book, he must sign a contract.