The new animation is the top priority of Yunyi Group, but it is not comparable to ordinary things, so the top management is concerned about this matter.

For example, on important issues, everyone votes by a show of hands, even if He Yun raises objections, it is the same.

For this reason, He Yun also tried to restrain himself as much as possible.

In this way, the whole new animation project is going on in an orderly manner.

No, when Disney's resident representative came, everyone didn't put him in the cabinet, but treated him equally.

On this day, Williams, the resident representative, ran to He Yun's courtyard, saying that he wanted to discuss with He Yun.

He Yun wanted to refuse, but because the other party was coming to the door for the first time, he agreed.

……

History can't be joked, adaptation is not random editing, especially in the current era, if you are not careful, it will cause huge criticism.

Therefore, this matter cannot be allowed for him to be imprudent, after all, he has already made a fuss because of the controversy before, and he has changed the "vest" once for this reason.

Now, if he loses this "vest" because of this, then he can only change the "vest" again.

"Forget it, write it or not, let's go back and think about it first!" He Yun muttered secretly, raised his head and looked at Township Chief Li.

"Township Chief, there should be nothing wrong now, right? If it's okay, then I'll go back first? ”

"It's all right! Go back! Be careful on the road! Township Chief Li waved his hand and said to He Yun.

"Okay" He Yun responded, turned around and left.

However, he did not rush home, but turned around and went to the supply and marketing cooperatives in the township, bought a few bottles of good sorghum wine, and sent them to Committee member Zhang.

At first, he was reluctant to ask for it, but He Yun insisted on giving it to him, but what He Yun didn't expect was that when he went home, he touched his pocket and found five yuan.

"This old Zhang!" He Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

…………

In 1986, the spring breeze of reform blew all over the motherland.

All walks of life are talking about reform, and all parts of the country are renewing and blooming.

Yangcheng.

As the vanguard of reform and opening up, it has always been the front line of reform across the country.

"Wulin" Magazine, Editorial Department.

Zhang Siguang, as the editor-in-chief, is actually very busy.

No, he had just picked up a document when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced in the direction of the door and said, "Please come in!" ”

Then the door opened, and a young man entered.

"Editor-in-chief, good news! Our magazine has reached a new high, with a total monthly sales volume of more than 1.4 million copies last month, and I am afraid that it will rise this month! ”

"Oh...... Got it, as expected, you go ahead and talk about the situation of the reader's letter? When Zhang Siguang heard the good news, he seemed very calm, he just sighed, raised his head and glanced at the visitor, and continued to ask.

"Yes! Editor-in-chief, one of the situations that readers reacted to the most in the letter was the Legend of the Sword God of Shushan, and they all said that they could publish a few more pages, and they couldn't read enough every month! Say what you say and read it all at once. ”

The answer made Zhang Siguang stunned for a moment, he put down the document he was reading, then took off his reading glasses, pondered for a moment, and said again: "You just said that readers want to publish a few more pages?" Have you counted the number of people, how many people are there? ”

"This ...... Editor-in-chief, there are about forty percent of the readers' letters, and about twenty percent of the authors said that our magazine will simply send the Shushan Sword God to a single book, or publish it directly! ”

"Publishing is definitely not good, the controversy is too big, the single book is afraid that it will not work, our magazine has no precedent for this, and I am afraid that the controversy is also very big!"

"In this way, let's call a meeting first, talk about the situation, by the way, you will sort out the sales volume of the magazine in the past few months, and take it to the meeting later, and show it to everyone!"

"Okay! Editor-in-chief, I'll arrange it! ”

…………

The meeting was over quickly, and Zhang Siguang returned to his office again.

The result was as he expected, but it was a pity for him that the author called "North Hell" had already stated that he would no longer write.

If they can continue to submit articles to their magazine, their magazine may be able to maintain such high sales.

"Alas...... It's a pity! Zhang Siguang sighed secretly and shook his head slightly.

At this time, there was another colleague who was far away in Jincheng who shook his head with him.

Jincheng, Science Fiction Literature and Art Magazine.

As the editor-in-chief, Liang Dakang is worried about one thing.

It seems that the next issue of "Science Fiction Literature and Art" is about to be finalized, but now there are still many pages that have no content to publish.

Among the submissions sent from all over the country, there is no big gain, for this reason, he has also contacted many big writers in the small world of science fiction, but recently it is unfortunate that they have no works to take, either they are still writing, or they are not satisfied, and they are revising.

Since its inception in 1979, Science Fiction Literature and Art Magazine has been a popular science magazine vigorously supported by the leaders above, and then gradually transformed into a science fiction magazine.

The reason for this, he is naturally clear.

It's good now, but he can't even make up the basic space, which really makes him a little anxious.

You must know that this is about to prepare for the establishment of the first Galaxy Award, the highest award in the field of science fiction literature in China, and the magazine "Science Fiction Literature and Art" can't even make up the most basic length, and its sales can't go up, and there is no big improvement.

In such a situation, if the leaders above blame him, stop the journal, or no longer support it, then his hard work over the years will not be ruined.

"No, I have to do something? Now the key is the quality of the manuscript, if only you could find a good work of science fiction literature! ”

Liang Dakang sighed again and couldn't help but mutter.

And just then, the phone on his desk rang.

"Jingle Bell ......"

He picked up the phone with some reluctance and said to the other end of the phone, "Hey? ”

"Lao Liang! It's me, Lao He! On the other end of the phone, a bright and crisp voice came.

"It's Lao He! Looking for me? Liang Dakang smiled reluctantly and asked casually.

The person who called on the other side, Liang Dakang naturally knew him, and even an old friend and classmate for many years.

At first, they were both literature students at Kyoto University, and after graduation, one stayed in Kyoto, and the other came to Jincheng.

Over the years, I naturally kept in touch with each other, but because I became editors and then became editors-in-chief, the relationship became even closer, and I often wrote letters or called to exchange literary issues.

"Lao Liang, I heard that your science fiction magazine has been short of suitable manuscripts recently?" On the other end of the phone, the owner of the voice said with a smile.

"Lao He, how do you know? Could it be that all this mess has been passed on to your People's Literature Publishing House? ”

"Hahaha...... That's not it, I listened to what Lao Wang said, okay, or to get down to business, aren't you short of a manuscript? I've got a suitable manuscript here! At this time, the owner of the voice on the other end of the phone smiled and said immediately.

When Liang Dakang heard this, he was also stunned, and muttered two sentences in his heart, a little unconvinced: "Lao He! Are you telling the truth? ”

"Of course it's true! Lao Liang, we have been old friends and classmates for many years, how can I fool you! ”

"Really? Then tell me about the general situation! ”

"Okay, in fact, this is the thing, this is not the old Wang ...... of the People's Literature Magazine"

History can't be joked, adaptation is not random editing, especially in the current era, if you are not careful, it will cause huge criticism.

Therefore, this matter cannot be allowed for him to be imprudent, after all, he has already made a fuss because of the controversy before, and he has changed the "vest" once for this reason.

Now, if he loses this "vest" because of this, then he can only change the "vest" again.

"Forget it, write it or not, let's go back and think about it first!" He Yun muttered secretly, raised his head and looked at Township Chief Li.

"Township Chief, there should be nothing wrong now, right? If it's okay, then I'll go back first? ”

"It's all right! Go back! Be careful on the road! Township Chief Li waved his hand and said to He Yun.

"Okay" He Yun responded, turned around and left.

However, he did not rush home, but turned around and went to the supply and marketing cooperatives in the township, bought a few bottles of good sorghum wine, and sent them to Committee member Zhang.

At first, he didn't want it, but He Yun forced it to him, but what He Yun didn't expect was that when he went home, he touched his pocket and found five yuan.

"This old Zhang!" He Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

…………

In 1986, the spring breeze of reform blew all over the motherland.

All walks of life are talking about reform, and all parts of the country are renewing and blooming.

Yangcheng.

As the vanguard of reform and opening up, it has always been the front line of reform across the country.

"Wulin" Magazine, Editorial Department.

Zhang Siguang, as the editor-in-chief, is actually very busy.

No, he had just picked up a document when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced in the direction of the door and said, "Please come in!" ”

Then the door opened, and a young man entered.

"Editor-in-chief, good news! Our magazine has reached a new high, with a total monthly sales volume of more than 1.4 million copies last month, and I am afraid that it will rise this month! ”

"Oh...... Got it, and expected, you go ahead and talk about the situation of the reader's letter? When Zhang Siguang heard the good news, he seemed very calm, he just sighed, raised his head and glanced at the visitor, and continued to ask.

"Yes! Editor-in-chief, one of the situations that readers reacted to the most in the letter was the Legend of the Sword God of Shushan, and they all said that they could publish a few more pages, and they couldn't read enough every month! Say what you say and read it all at once. ”

The answer made Zhang Siguang stunned for a moment, he put down the document he was reading, then took off his reading glasses, pondered for a moment, and said again: "You just said that readers want to publish a few more pages?" Have you counted the number of people, how many people are there? ”

"This ...... Editor-in-chief, there are about forty percent of the readers' letters, and about twenty percent of the authors said that our magazine will simply send the Shushan Sword God to a single book, or publish it directly! ”

"Publishing is definitely not good, the controversy is too big, the single book is afraid that it will not work, our magazine has no precedent for this, and I am afraid that the controversy is also very big!"

"In this way, let's call a meeting first, talk about the situation, by the way, you will sort out the sales volume of the magazine in the past few months, and take it to the meeting later, and show it to everyone!"

"Okay! Editor-in-chief, I'll arrange it! ”

…………

The meeting was over quickly, and Zhang Siguang returned to his office again.

The result was as he expected, but it was a pity for him that the author called "North Hell" had already stated that he would no longer write.

If they can continue to submit articles to their magazine, their magazine may be able to maintain such high sales.

"Alas...... It's a pity! Zhang Siguang sighed secretly and shook his head slightly.

At this time, there was another colleague who was far away in Jincheng who shook his head with him.

Jincheng, Science Fiction Literature and Art Magazine.

As the editor-in-chief, Liang Dakang is worried about one thing.

It seems that the next issue of "Science Fiction Literature and Art" is about to be finalized, but now there are still many pages that have no content to publish.

Among the submissions sent from all over the country, there is no big gain, for this reason, he has also contacted many big writers in the small world of science fiction, but recently it is unfortunate that they have no works to take, either they are still writing, or they are not satisfied, and they are revising.

Since its inception in 1979, Science Fiction Literature and Art Magazine has been a popular science magazine vigorously supported by the leaders above, and then gradually transformed into a science fiction magazine.

The reason for this, he is naturally clear.

It's good now, but he can't even make up the basic space, which really makes him a little anxious.

You must know that the Galaxy Award, the first highest award in the field of science fiction literature in China, is about to be established, and the magazine "Science Fiction Literature and Art" can't even make up the most basic pages, and its sales can't go up, and there is no big improvement.

In such a situation, if the leaders above blame him, stop the journal, or no longer support it, then his hard work over the years will not be ruined.

"No, I have to do something? Now the key is the quality of the manuscript, if only you could find a good work of science fiction literature! ”

Liang Dakang sighed again and couldn't help but mutter.

And just then, the phone on his desk rang.

"Jingle Bell ......"

He picked up the phone with some reluctance and said to the other end of the phone, "Hey? ”

"Lao Liang! It's me, Lao He! On the other end of the phone, a bright and crisp voice came.

"It's Lao He! Looking for me? Liang Dakang smiled reluctantly and asked casually.

The person who called on the other side, Liang Dakang naturally knew him, and even an old friend and classmate for many years.

At first, they were both literature students at Kyoto University, and after graduation, one stayed in Kyoto, and the other came to Jincheng.

Over the years, I naturally kept in touch with each other, and later because I became editors, and then became editors-in-chief, the relationship became even closer, and I often wrote letters or called to exchange literary questions

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