Yunzhou, Bailu Wenfu, Review Hall.

This is the office of the approval staff of Yunzhou Wenbao, and at this time, many novelists are reviewing the novels sent by various counties in Yunzhou at their desks.

Zhong Liwu was in the quiet room due east, bowing his head and reviewing the manuscript on the table.

There were two more middle-aged men beside him, also bowing their heads to review the novel.

"The novel of the four-grade novelist of Ping'an County, well, this article is acceptable, and it can be reported above."

"The short story of the county order of Lu'an County is written in a bullshit way, and it is difficult to read! Dare to show us this! ”

"Du Xingqiu, a disciple of Bailu Wenfu, this article is very wonderful, it should be reported above!"

Zhong Liyu took an article at random, shook his head after reading it, threw it into the wastebasket casually, and took out another article and flipped through it.

Half an hour later, a second-grade novelist suddenly came in with a letter outside the door: "Zhong Fujun, it's a letter from Wenfu Fujun of Qinghe County." ”

"Take a look." Zhong Fujun's expression moved slightly.

Li Wei is his classmate, the two often have correspondence, last time he sent him an unfinished novel, at this time hearing Li Wei's letter, Zhong Fujun guessed that it should be the rest of the novel.

After receiving the manuscript from the novelist who sent the manuscript, Zhong Fujun opened it for review.

At first glance, his expression changed slightly.

"Sure enough, it's a continuation of the last one, well, is this the title of "Condor"? It turned out that Xiaolongnu was defiled by Yin Zhiping of the Quanzhen Sect......"

Zhong Liwu continued to look down, and the expression on his face slowly changed.

"There was a misunderstanding, the two separated, this scene of Yang Guo crying alone on the mountain is wonderfully written, the scene is true, the love is true, even I feel sad. Wonderful, wonderful! ”

Zhong Liwei continued to look down, and gradually fell into a trance, when he saw Yang Guo see the little dragon girl again in the valley of despair, the other party was about to marry someone else, Zhong Liwei was completely immersed in the plot, stretched out his hand and turned down, but found that there were only twelve big words left behind "If you want to know what will happen next, please see the next decomposition"!

Zhong Li, who was immersed in the plot, twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely.

Good guys, it's time to go to the critical place again!

I was just trying to see how Yang Guo snatched back the little dragon girl and how to deal with the Golden Wheel Dharma King, so I gave me these twelve big characters!

The most important thing is that these 12 big characters are deliberately written very thickly, don't you think that readers like to read these 12 big characters very much?

Where are you next? I wrote it!

"Hoo ......"

Zhong Liwei took a deep breath, and then found that there was still a "Strange Tales from Liaozhai-Mandrill Chapter" below.

His heart moved, and after picking it up and reading it again, his expression became solemn: """Condor" writes about chivalry, love and hatred, and "Liao Zhai" writes about monsters, the two articles are completely different, but they are both wonderful!" Although the story of the mandrill is simple, it makes people reverie infinitely......"

A middle-aged man beside him said, "Zhong Fujun, what are you reading?" ”

"Come and see, this is Li Changge's article." Zhong Liwei handed the manuscript of "Condor" to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man quickly flipped through the pages and was gradually attracted by the plot.

A middle-grade novelist has ten lines at a glance, and normal people have to read four or five hours of novels, but the middle-aged man finished reading it in less than an hour, nodded and said: "The plot is interlocking, with ups and downs!" I've been reviewing novels for years, and I've never seen anything like it! When the newspaper is up! Pity...... It's a pity that there is still no ending. ”

The middle-aged man sighed as he spoke, with a deliberate expression of unfinished emotion.

"Li Changge should be a high-quality novelist, and only a weathered novelist can write such wonderful essays!"

Zhong Li smiled and shook his head and said, "Li Changge only passed the second grade in the college examination this year, and I heard that he is less than twenty years old. ”

The expression on the middle-aged man's face froze instantly, written by a second-grade novelist who was less than twenty years old?

Zhong Li smiled and said, "Let's put it on the front page of the newspaper!" ”

The middle-aged man on the left raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to take the "Condor", and after reading it in a hurry, he said: "Lord Fujun, this article does have the qualifications sought after by thousands of people, but once this article has not been written, the last time it was published in the newspaper has caused many people to be dissatisfied, this time if it is published in the Yunzhou newspaper again, I am afraid that it will cause an uproar again." Second, this article occupies too much space, and if you want to go up, you have to take down other people's works, which is too unfair to others! It's not as good as other people's articles before, and the remaining gaps are left to "Condor". ”

Zhong Li glanced at him, this person's name was Song Wei, he was the editor of the newspaper, and he was also the protégé of Wei Qi of the Guowen Mansion.

The last time Wei Qi watched "The Condor", he said that Li Changge deliberately broke the context, his moral character was corrupted, and even if he had literary talent, he could not be reused, and he should be removed from the name of a second-grade novelist.

Song Wei is Wei Qi's protégé, if he is said to be selfless, no one will believe him.

Zhong Li smiled worriedly: "Although this article has not been written, Li Changge's "Divine Condor" is a million-word novel, how can it be finished at once? If we Yunzhou Wenbao bury his article because of this problem, bury the future high-quality novelists, if it spreads, teach other countries how to laugh at us! ”

The middle-aged man also glanced at Song Wei and shook his head, this time there is an article by Huo Liancheng, a disciple of Song Wei, if it is on Li Changge, most of the people's articles will be removed. Song Wei's move was actually for his disciples.

Song Wei said: "Is Lord Fujun a little exaggerated, even if Li Changge's article is well written, maybe it is only a flash of inspiration, otherwise why use this despicable method of deliberately breaking the context and hanging people's appetites?" Writing a masterpiece once in a while does not necessarily lead to becoming a high-quality novelist. ”

Zhong Li's face was calm and said, "Who said he only has one novel?" ”

Song Wei's face changed slightly, and he said, "Isn't it?" ”

"Look at this short story!" Zhong Liwu took out the manuscript of "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" and put it in front of the two.

The two immediately read it, and after a while, the middle-aged man looked happy and praised: "Okay, although the story is simple, but the text is concise, the plot is urgent, from the appearance of the mandrill to the departure of the mandrill is only a few crosses, but it vividly describes the cruelty of the mandrill and the horror of the protagonist, which makes people feel immersive, in my opinion, this one is even better than "Condor"! ”

Song Wei's expression also became a little stiff, this short story is no longer bad "Condor", and in his opinion, it is far better than the articles he has written in the past, and it is useless to stop him.

"What else do you have to say?" Zhongli said calmly with a worried expression.

"The prince of the house said that he would go up." Song Wei's face stiffened.

The middle-aged man next to him looked at him, but he shook his head, and said in his heart that Li Changge was sharp, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad, although he could increase his fame, but at the same time, it was bound to attract more enemies.

Since ancient times, literati have been contemptuous, and he has become famous in Yunzhou at the age of less than 20 years old, which will surely attract more slander and framing.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it!