"Abelheim Winter Weekly" is a well-known weekly newspaper in the Western Continent, focusing on news reports in the entertainment industry, in the three big newspapers every week, including the literature, music, art, opera news and gossip of the entire Western Continent, very hot, in Jidala, even better than the "Jidala Crescent Weekly" in the Kingdom of Jidala. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Abelheim Winter Weekly made the Winter Newspaper a giant newspaper in the entire Western Continent, and after they gained a firm foothold in the countries of the Western Continent, they developed the novel literature industry, and wantonly acquired and distributed novels, so that these easy-to-understand literature went deep into the people, and successfully set off a frenzy of popular novels. He may not be called the largest bookseller, but he is definitely the largest publisher of popular fiction.

Incidentally, to the east of the Kingdom of Gidara is the Kingdom of Bretania, and further east of Brettany is the Kingdom of Abubuim, which, like the Kingdom of Niderville, is a state bordered by the Mediterranean.

At this time, in the Ash City branch of the Winter Newspaper Office, a man sat in a spacious office room, quietly flipping through the manuscript.

This is the editor-in-chief of the Ash City branch, and the middle-aged man sitting at the solid wood desk is the editor-in-chief of the Ash City branch, and below him, that is, in the editorial room outside, there are many editors in charge of reviewing.

The editor-in-chief, Georges Lumani, was a native of the kingdom of Abelheim (on a business trip), with withered blonde hair and a slightly chubby build. The setting sun by the window carved a thick and warm mark on the wooden floor in the room, and the hustle and bustle of the street was as warm as the breeze.

But today, his mood is full of irritability and anxiety, last month's new book performance evaluation of their Ash City branch is the last, in the whole of Jidala, they have selected the fewest good manuscripts, and the few books released in Ash City on their own are not good.

This is the fourth month that they have received the last evaluation, and the Jidala branch of the Winter Newspaper has already issued a notice, if their performance is still the last this month, then the headquarters has reason to suspect that they are not doing anything else, at least George's position will definitely be removed.

It's been three weeks since this month, and the entire Ashcity editorial office is working frantically through the night, but ......

Ash City just doesn't have a good novel, what can he do, George's grievance, that hurry!

He wanted to explain to the people above that it wasn't that they didn't work hard, but that there really wasn't a good manuscript here—but apparently he wouldn't have been so distressed if the explanation had been useful, and the top brass of the newspaper wouldn't have cared if George had any difficulties—those people only looked at the results to their liking, and never considered the hardships of the process.

Throwing aside a boring manuscript, George sighed heavily, his big round face full of sorrow with a smile of happiness, as if he had foreseen the tragic future of his demotion, then being suppressed by the enemy, and finally having to quit his job.

Although the bleak imagination made his brow furrow as if he were about to screw a fly to death, he still had to patiently move on to the next manuscript.

"Damn, it's another boring book, the writing is poor, the plot is idiotic, tsk, this setting is also based on the cat and the tiger without any new ideas, hehe, it's really pitiful, it's not like copying, it's really a rotten skin, no flesh and bones, so I dare to use it to contribute. After scolding indignantly, George tossed aside the manuscript in his hand, sighed heavily, and said bitterly, "Alas, are all the novelists of Ash City dead?"

Just as George, who was sad and even desperate, opened another submission and began to look at it, the door of his room was suddenly pushed open.

A thin, old, but smiling face caught George's eye as his friend, the head of the press department, Anthony Salro, a short, slender middle-aged man with red hair.

"Look who's coming!" the red-haired Anthony raised his hand, and a loud voice came out of his diminutive body.

Although his heart was sad, it was impossible for George to have a stinky face when he saw his old friend, so he laughed dryly and said, "Old man, why are you here?" ”

"Come and see you!"

"You're here to see my jokes!"

"How could it be ......" Anthony put a box of cakes on George's table, his wrinkled face full of cheerful smiles, "this is your cake, a boutique from Winston's cake shop." ”

"You actually have the money to invite Winston's cake, and you have recently made a fortune and been promoted?" George was full of displeasure, "Seeing that you are so moisturized, I have to look through some broken manuscripts here, tsk, fate is really blind." ”

"Hehe, that's not because you don't have the protection of the gods, but the goddess of literature has always blessed me~" Old Anthony shook his red hair triumphantly, and then said, "Don't be bitter, Joe, I brought you good news today!"

"Good news?" George suddenly showed a smile of surprise, "Old man, I really have you, I've been depressed and miserable these days, just waiting for your good news!"

"Don't get excited too soon......"

"Well, I'll calm down, lest your good news isn't good. ”

"Hehe, the good news is really good, but it's just bad news at the same time. Anthony smiled and said, "Do you know the Stura Crescent? Today, the group of cubs at the Crescent received an amazing manuscript, which was a popular novel, but it fascinated the group of serious literary fans.

"The little boys at Crescent didn't buy the rights to that novel?" said Anthony, and George realized that it must be a very good work, and he asked with a hint of hope as he lamented his bad luck.

"The editor-in-chief of the branch of Crescent News thought it was an epoch-making work, and it was a very real sketch of a new world, but, from insiders, the process of acquiring the rights was not smooth, to be precise, they collapsed. ”

"The original author's asking price is high?" asked George.

"No, I heard that the original author proposed a new plan, he did not accept the buyout, he asked for a share. ”

"Divided?"

"That's right, it's the kind of scheme that splits the money from the profits of the books sold by the newspaper. This plan made Roland (the editor-in-chief of Ash City of the Crescent) hesitate, you know......"

"Roland has always been indecisive. As he spoke, George grinned widely, and he felt that his opportunity had come, and that perhaps everything was not as bad as he thought. But before he made up his mind......

"Is that book really as good as you say it is, Anthony?" asked George.

"Of course, trust me, the guys at Crescent are crazy, and besides, I've already brought you a photocopied version, so you can see it for yourself!" Anthony pulled out a stack of bound paper from behind him.

"The book is called Earth and the Past, and it comes from the young Earl Jack Scarlett. ”