In the editorial department of Qidian Chinese Network, early in the morning, the editors in charge returned to their workstations after a morning meeting.

Zhao Naipeng, the editor in charge of the fantasy classification internship, yawned, made himself a cup of coffee, and began to review the manuscript in the background.

09 is still the golden age of online literature, and as the leading boss of online literature, countless authors mostly choose to submit articles on Qidian Chinese Network.

As a major category of online novels, fantasy is not to mention the number of manuscripts, especially now that the college entrance examination is over, many idle prospective college students will try to open books.

After all, who doesn't have a dream of fiction?

But the problem is that the large number of novels submitted does not mean that the quality is high.

Especially in the fantasy category, this is not something that newcomers can touch.

"Well, this author's writing is quite smooth, but his brain is not very good, so he signed it."

"This book has a good brain, is it this sentence and writing, the big sun? Tiny flowers? Dig in the garden? What the hell? This can't be an elementary school student, right? ”

"This author can't have come from some strange website,, look at it!"

After reading the manuscript for three hours, it was already twelve o'clock at noon.

Zhao Naipeng can't say that he is panning for gold in the sand, he is also panning glass in the sand.

If you encounter something okay, sign it, and take it as a chance to give the newcomer a chance.

"Xiao Zhao, how is it, how many copies have you signed in the morning?"

An old editor named Xia Jue stretched his waist and looked at the newcomer at the workstation next to him.

Not long ago, one of the editors in charge of the fantasy editorial department changed jobs, and the fantasy editorial department recruited three intern editors for a three-month probationary period.

Within three months, the best performers stayed.

Zhao Naipeng is one of them.

"Seven or eight copies." Zhao Naipeng smiled at Xia Jue and said, "It's just Brother Xia, I think Xuan Fantasy is really too talented, and newcomers are too difficult to touch." ”

"Isn't it? Not everyone can write "Breaking the Sky". Xia Jue said enviously, "If only I could sign up for this kind of good book, I heard that buddy's bonus this year." ”

Xia Jue compared a six.

"It's not common to have that kind of hit." Zhao Naipeng shook his head, "Brother Xia, let's go eat first, and I'll read two more copies." ”

"Okay, then Xiao Zhao, I'll go to the cafeteria first."

"Okay, Brother Xia." Zhao Naipeng waved his hand, dropped a drop of eye drops, and then continued to review the manuscript in the background.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Zhao Naipeng saw the title of this book and couldn't help but light up in front of him.

"Dao ghosts and immortals? The name seems to have a little meaning. ”

Zhao Naipeng clicked in to take a look.

[Li Huowang raised the medicine pounding rod in his hand and smashed it into the medicine pounding jar one by one when he was bored......

Zhao Naipeng looked at it at a glance.

For the editor-in-charge, one glance and ten lines are the basic skills. Otherwise, there are so many books, how many books can you read in a day? Not to mention that there are other things to deal with.

But the more he looked at it, the more Zhao Naipeng sat up straight.

A little off!

Zhao Naipeng pulled the page up and read it for the second time, this time, Zhao Naipeng looked at it line by line.

Half an hour later, when Zhao Naipeng still wanted to open the next chapter, but there was no next chapter, Zhao Naipeng came back to his senses.

Zhao Naipeng stared at the computer blankly, he didn't know what kind of mental state the author was writing in.

Zhao Naipeng feels that readers and authors must be crazy.

This book is really well written, whether it is the writing, the brain, or the narrative!

This author is simply a genius!

......

Half an hour later......

"Xiao Zhao, you haven't gone to eat yet, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so red, and you see Xiao H Wen again? ”

Xia Jue came back after eating and looked at Zhao Naipeng curiously.

"Brother Xia......" Zhao Naipeng exhaled deeply, "I seem to have found a dark horse!" ”

……

The day after returning from the time-travel, Ye Ge and his queen mother finished selling breakfast, and after eating lunch, they returned to their room.

Ye Ge plans to continue to write five chapters.

In the first life, as a code farmer, Ye Ge typed very fast, and Ye Ge didn't have to think, he just copied it in his mind.

So 10,000 words is an hour and a half for Ye Ge every day.

However, when Ye Ge opened his writer's backstage, Ye Ge received a text message from the station.

[Your work has reached the contract standard......

Ye Ge added the QQ of the staff responsible for signing the contract, and the staff quickly passed, and the next step was to fill in the personal information of the process, print the contract, and then sign it and send it back.

After a set of processes, Ye Ge finished sending the express, and it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Yezi, are you free today? Please have a meal. ”

Just when Ye Ge was about to go back, the phone rang, and on the other end of the phone was Wang Jie's voice, that is, the richest person in the class.

I heard Yan Ci say that Wang Jie will confess to her at the class reunion next week.

In fact, whether it was in the first or second life, Wang Jie did not confess to Yan.

Maybe it's because of his own rebirth, an inadvertent event, the butterfly instigated its wings and affected some things?

"Why did you think of inviting me to dinner today?" Ye Ge said with a smile.

Ye Ge's popularity in the class is actually very good, and he gets along with most boys.

"This ...... You're right, 'Eat Joy', I'll wait for you." There was a bit of restraint on the other end of the line.

"Is it reimbursed for taxi money?"

"Reimbursement, for sure!"

"Alright, I'll come over later."

Ye Ge closed his mobile phone and called Ms. Song, saying that his classmates would not go back to eat tonight, so he would not go back to eat, and then stopped a taxi - "Master, eat happily at the food stall".

"Okay."

With taxis speeding down the road.

Ye Ge couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Ye Ge still felt that the money was a little slow......

Because the novel has a public period, there is no income for the first month and a half, and after it is put on the shelves, the money comes slowly, even if it can become a hit, it will take a certain amount of time.

Not to mention how this novel reverberates in this era, I don't know what to do.

I'll have to think of another way to make money.

Listening to the preference played on the music in the car, listening to it, Ye Ge suddenly sat up straight.

"Yes, I can still copy songs!"

In this era, a song is popular, not to mention anything else, the CRBT business is amazing!

The biggest problem, though.....

The songs and melodies in my head are indeed complete, but I can't write them......

Is it possible to start learning staves yourself?

It takes a lot of time to learn staves, but you can solve it with time.

The question is, who do you ask to sing with?

If you don't have all five tones, you will definitely not be able to get on the stage.

And just when Ye Ge kept thinking, the taxi had already stopped at the door of the food stall.

At the same time.

Editorial Department of Qidian Chinese Network - Fantasy Group.

All the fantasy editors have left work one after another.

Only Zhao Naipeng has been staring at his QQ......

Strange?

"Dogs don't fall in love" Why hasn't the teacher added my QQ?

I'm the closest editor in charge!