In recent years, due to the accelerated pace of life, traditional literature has begun to gradually decline, and online literature has also cater to the public's taste because of some of its own characteristics, and the rise of online literature works is an indisputable fact.

In this context, the loss of science fiction literature authors is even more serious, and now there are basically only some post-60s and 70s authors who are still persistent, and with the older generation of authors entering a state of declining creative ability, and there are very few new authors who have entered, the field of science fiction literature is almost about to exist in name only.

As a leader in the traditional literary publishing industry, "Watcher" can only compromise now, and this time it co-hosted this essay contest with the largest online literature website Maoya, hoping to use the other party's platform to support Daxia will be inclined to science fiction literature.

It was late at night

In the editorial office of "The Spectator".

In the office of the group in charge of this essay contest, a girl in her 20s was still reading the manuscript carefully.

She is a new editor sweet and sour this year, at the moment when traditional literature is in a downturn, the salary of "Watcher" magazine has also shrunk significantly, and it is long gone, and some veteran editors with quite high qualifications have either resigned and changed careers, or joined some online literature companies.

Her grandfather and father were also editors of magazines, so she was influenced by traditional literature since she was a child, and it was her dream to join "The Watcher" since she was a child.

Because of the wide coverage, sufficient publicity in the early stage, and most importantly, the generous prize money, the essay contest received a lot of works.

I read more than a dozen articles in a row, and the overall quality is uneven, most of them are mediocre, and even some of them are bullshit, which makes the sweet and sour can't help but be a little deflated.

"Hey, forget it, read another one, and go back to rest."

looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, muttered a sentence, and clicked on an article casually.

"Supporting God, that's a bit of a strange name." It was because of this strange name that she was a little interested and continued to read on.

"You think it's on your ship?" Qiusheng, who was going downstairs, said loudly, "Everything here is stupid, we don't have machines waiting for everything like you, we have to work with stupid tools to eat!" ”

"We've worked too, so how could we have you?" God responded cautiously.

"Say this and say this, don't you think it's boring? If you have the ability to go, you will create some filial sons and grandchildren to support you. Yulian said as she dropped her towel.

When she saw this paragraph of God being reprimanded, a picture of a white-bearded old man who was wronged by being reprimanded appeared in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but think of her deceased grandfather, and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, frowned, and continued to read.

The writing is good, the imagination is rich, the content is smooth as a whole, and the sweet and sour comments are made while watching.

In less than half an hour, she finished reading the whole article, and she was still a little unsatisfied.

"That's it, this one can definitely be shortlisted." At this time, her sweet and sour eyes flashed, and she excitedly picked up her mobile phone to broadcast the number to the editor-in-chief, and waited for more than ten seconds before being picked up.

"Hey, sweet and sour, what are you doing, why are you calling me at this point?" Editor-in-chief Gao Tianyin's voice came, and Yin Xian was a little displeased.

"I'm sorry editor-in-chief, that, I saw a very good essay, so I couldn't help but call you, I'm sorry, I've already sent it to you, you can take a look." Sweet and sour couldn't help but stick out her tongue and said, she was really excited to forget the time, this time it was already late at night.

"Okay, I know, although you are young, you don't have to fight so hard, go back and rest, pay attention to safety." Gao Tianyin knew that the girl was still working, so his tone softened a lot.

"Okay, I see, you have to watch it." After saying that, he hung up the phone.

After making the call, now Sweet and Sour is in a good mood, and a boutique came out of her hand, so that she was also honored, and happily packed the table and went home.

On the other end, Gao Tianyin was woken up by her, saw a document received on her mobile phone, and wanted to read it again on a cloudy day, but she couldn't sleep for a while, so she simply got up and leaned on the head of the bed and clicked on the document.

"Well, support God? It's kind of interesting. ”

It was this look that made him excited, as an old editor for many years, he had read countless articles, and naturally read more than sweet and sour, and couldn't help but send messages to many friends, asking them to get up and read the book, if he hadn't been stopped by his wife, I'm afraid he would have rushed to the editorial office tonight to find out the author's contact information and call.

Many people are destined to have no sleep tonight. Lao Gao's phone also kept ringing.

"Author? A man with a pen name Liu. ”

"I don't know, who knows if it's a newcomer or a senior trumpet."

"Contact information, how can this be given to you, wait for the results."

"Well, I also think there should be a second part, and it shouldn't be the end of the reverie that I want to leave behind, I have the same opinion as you, there must be the next one, and I won't take you to block the door and ask him to write it, how about it? Hahaha. ”。

Lao Gao excitedly discussed with his friends, and his angry wife kicked him hard.

And Lin Haiyang naturally didn't know all this at this time, but he also didn't rest, because he also had very important things to do.