Seeing Yan Bugui, who suddenly blocked the way, the two editors couldn't help but look at each other.

Good fellow, this old man wants to talk to them about literary creation.

Who does he think he is, does he really think that everyone in the world can be like Mr. Xiao Zhao, versatile and brilliant?

They have also seen all kinds of literati write articles, but not everyone can do it.

Of course, anyone can write an article, but if you write a good article and let everyone like it, then it may not be anyone, and even people who can make money from this industry are very few.

One in 10,000 people is good, and the true percentage is even less.

After all, it is about creative inspiration, writing, literary literacy, and so on.

Writing is also talented.

Not everyone writes casually, and some people love to read it.

And in this era, the difficulty and cost of writing to become famous are much higher.

First of all, you have to be literate and read a lot of books.

That alone has stopped 99.9999% of people in this era.

After all, in this era, there are not many people who can learn knowledge and read and write.

The country is only now beginning to carry out literacy campaigns.

Gradually, there are more people who can read and write, which is also to build society in an all-round way and improve everyone's cultural level.

Improve the basic quality of the people.

But it will take some time to achieve universal literacy, after all, the work has only just begun.

So now all of a sudden, an old man comes out and says he can write good articles too, and let them see it.

Both editors thought it was a little funny.

Just now, Zhao Guoliang has already said some strange things in this courtyard, and by the way, he made some simple analysis of the villain characters corresponding to these people.

Yan Bugui gave them a deep impression, because he was an uncle who liked to calculate and constantly took advantage of others.

In Zhao Guoliang's mouth, he is a very shrewd and stingy old man.

At this time, the uncle suddenly said that he could write articles, and the two editors already understood what this uncle was thinking.

He must have seen that Zhao Guoliang had made so much money, and he felt that he could also make this money.

They all think that writing articles is like picking up money, as long as they write, they will have money.

But what is the point if he writes and no one reads it?

This kind of money is not something that anyone can earn and eat.

However, everyone is here, and as an editor's professionalism, people always have to take a look at their contributions, but whether they accept it or not, it is their editor's final say.

Yan Bugui saw that the two of them finally stopped at this time, and was overjoyed to take out his manuscript to show each other.

As a result, they looked at it twice, and both of them couldn't help but shake their heads, the elementary school students' writing stories are old-fashioned.

It's okay for this person to teach elementary school students, but if he wants to really write articles to make money, then forget it.

The two editors couldn't help but shake their heads at the same time and said euphemistically:

"Uncle, this article you wrote is okay, right? But we don't accept it, because the subject can't be published by us. ”

"If you want, go to another newspaper, I think there will be a newspaper that will like it."

"Each newspaper collects different topics and types, and your subject is not within the scope of our collection."

"So I'm sorry, we are also out of rules and responsibilities, and there is no way for you to accept it."

"You'd better find another job."

Hearing the two editors say this, although Yan Bugui was a little disappointed, his heart was extremely hot.

"Hey, if you don't take it, it's really your loss!"

"There is such a rule. What's breaking the rules? Nowadays, it is not all popular to teach and not class. ”

"Your newspaper should also be inclusive and inclusive, so that a hundred flowers can bloom!"

What Yan Bugui said was good, and the two of them couldn't help but shake their heads at the same time.

This uncle's level of speaking is much higher than that of writing articles.

But some people are like this, they can say that they can't write; Some people can write, they can't speak, it's all a matter of talent.

Yan Bugui is the kind of person who can speak well, but his pen is rotten.

Maybe he thought that if he could speak well, he would be able to write a good article, right?

This misconception led him astray all of a sudden, and he thought he was very good.

It's just that I haven't unearthed it before, and now it's time for others to take a look at his excellent writing.

The two editors couldn't help but laugh, didn't say anything more, and left after a bow.

Yan Bugui couldn't help but say with pity: "Hey, they know the goods, but they can't help it if they don't accept it, so I'd better go to other newspapers to take a look." ”

"Zhao Guoliang can get a manuscript fee of 8 yuan for 1,000 words, how can I get 8.5 yuan for 1,000 words, or even 9 yuan for 1,000 words?"

"After all, I'm an elementary school teacher, and I'm much more knowledgeable than him as a little carpenter!"

"Hehe, he also said that Zhao Guoliang's work will be published in the Jingmen Daily tomorrow."

"I'm going to see what Zhao Guoliang wrote, and what kind of subject does their newspaper collect?"

"What do other newspapers collect?"

Thinking of this, Yan Bogui couldn't help but be interested.

He felt that he was a little closer to the position of a generation of writers.

Now he suddenly feels that being a writer is much more reliable than being a third master of him.

What a writer! High social status and great fame.

Does the three masters in his yard have any real prestige?

Not many people ever really took him seriously, and he knew better than anyone else.

But if you really want to be a writer, it will be different, and your reputation will be heard in the whole Beijing Gate in the future.

When the time comes, he can still overpower Yi Zhonghai, who doesn't take him seriously?

Maybe you can face a lot of special characters in the future.

Think about how you can not only be a writer, but even a literary leader.

Yan Bugui was expensive, and his heart was floating.

He returned home with his manuscript, and sat down with the golden knife. The three mothers next to him couldn't help but ask expectantly:

"How's the matter, old man? Eyebrows? Do people want your manuscript? ”

Yan Bugui smiled proudly at this time: "I don't want it, but there are other things to look at." ”

"They don't want it, it's because they don't accept me for this subject, it's not that I don't write well! They all say I'm a talent in this business. ”

"I'll just say, how can I just be an elementary school teacher with such a big knowledge?"

"Hehe, now I have a direction to work towards, you just wait to eat and drink spicy food with me in the future!"

Hearing what Yan Bugui said, the three mothers were immediately overjoyed.

Yan Bugui's three sons all came over at this time to stutter.

"Dad, if you become a writer, then I will be the son of a writer. I will definitely have a very good reputation when I go out, and I will definitely be able to marry a good daughter-in-law when the time comes. ”

"Yes, yes, Dad, you should work harder, and we can also get wet in the future."

Yan Bugui smiled proudly at this time.

"That's inevitable, and I'm going to teach you how to write an article when the time comes."

"But you'll have to pay first."

"It's a valuable science. Once you become a writer, what kind of job, what unit, do you still need it? ”

"You sit at home and shake the pen, and the money comes."

"What else do you have to work for? It's easy, and there's more to make! ”

"So, you have to honor your father first, so I can teach you this trick."

Good guy, Zhao Guoliang is in his own home, in fact, he has already seen everything that happened in Yan Bugui's house through Dabai's vision.

Seeing Yan Bugui's shameless appearance, he also smiled.

Don't these three masters know that other editors are euphemistically refusing?

Is he serious?

Before this matter was too good, he began to collect the money first, and if he didn't succeed in the future, would this matter make a lot of laughter?