Until he got off work, Zhu Shengchang still remembered the manuscript in his heart, no, as soon as he went to work the next day, he began to urge Meng Guowei to submit it for review.

is still the same sentence, the first battle of the establishment of "Contemporary" must be fought beautifully.

The quantity of works should not only be sufficient, but also the quality should not be sloppy.

If you come across a good work, you can't miss it.

Meng Guowei also has pressure in his heart, or rather, the whole of "Contemporary" magazine is holding his breath in his heart.

It's a mule or a horse, and it's going to be pulled out for a walk after all.

So, this time he didn't shirk it again, but held the stack of manuscripts that could be seen in a straight posture, and knocked on the door of Qin Zhaoyang's office without hurrying.

"Enter."

The old man's voice flickered.

Open the door, enter the door, close the door.

Then, it's just a matter of waiting.

After a while, Meng Guowei came out.

Without waiting for him to sit down, Zhu Shengchang stretched his neck and asked, "Old Meng, how is it?" What did the editor-in-chief say? ”

"You, you're too anxious, the editor-in-chief is so old, and he reads the manuscript carefully, how can he get results so quickly?" Meng Guowei said that Qin Zhaoyang is sixty-three years old this year, and he is about to retire, so his energy naturally cannot be compared with those who are still young.

Zhu Shengchang sighed: "It's not that I'm in a hurry, it's that our magazine can't be delayed." ”

"Who doesn't know that? But the more times like this, the more we can't mess around. Meng Guowei said loudly: "We are editors, and we are the gatekeepers of the magazine." When we select good works, we have fulfilled our duties. ”

Zhu Shengchang opened his mouth: "But ......"

"What? You still don't believe in the editor-in-chief's vision? Is it really good that the editor-in-chief of the article can read it wrong? Seeing that Zhu Shengchang seemed to want to say, Meng Guowei pretended to blame.

"Hey, look at my age, and my concentration is still not enough." Zhu Shengchang scratched his head, sat down embarrassedly, and began to review the manuscript with the irritability in his heart.

In the afternoon, the door of the editor-in-chief's office opened, beckoning Meng Guowei and Zhu Shengchang to enter, Zhu Shengchang's heart suddenly hung up, is this a good thing or a bad thing?

"Xiao Zhu, how is it? Can the work of the editorial department still adapt? Qin Zhaoyang asked with concern, Zhu Shengchang is a good comrade, and after their bosses step down, they may be the leaders of "Contemporary".

Zhu Shengchang said: "It's good, everyone is an acquaintance." However, the work of the editorial department is still inseparable from the guidance of the editor-in-chief. ”

"By the way, editor-in-chief, I don't know if you've read a manuscript."

"You're talking about the article "Li Thirteen Tui-Mo", right?" The old man picked up the top manuscript, "Meng Guowei has already mentioned it to me, it's very good, it's quite well written." ”

"What, there's a problem?"

"No problem, it's ...... with the style of our magazine" Zhu Shengchang suddenly reacted: "Editor-in-chief, do you mean that this manuscript has passed?" ”

Qin Zhaoyang pondered for a moment and praised: "Although there is still a little immaturity in the writing, the overall structure and narrative method of the article are very good, and the quality of the work is also very outstanding. ”

Qin Zhaoyang is now the deputy director and editor-in-chief of the editorial department, and he cannot be said to be a word in the selection of manuscripts, but at least he plays a decisive role.

Seeing that he expressed his support for this manuscript to be published, Zhu Shengchang's worries disappeared and he smiled, "Very good, the editor-in-chief said it well!" ”

Jiang Yulou's manuscript passed the review of the editorial department of "Contemporary" magazine, which is naturally good news, but he does not know this yet.

Although he is very confident in the quality of his manuscript, there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people in a literary work, and he would not be surprised if it was brushed down by the review editor.

As mentioned before, now is the era when domestic literary magazines are blooming, and if "Contemporary" does not pass, it is a big deal to spend some time finding another magazine to submit, anyway, even if one editor is gone, it can't be seen by literary editors all over the country, right?

You say the style doesn't match?

There are always magazines that appreciate this style.

Therefore, he never worried. In addition, the family is financially well-off, not to mention being well-off, he can't be hungry.

After submitting the manuscript, Jiang Yulou has already begun to think about what to write in the second novel.

There were so many stories and choices in his mind that he didn't think about what type of novel to write for a while.

Scar Literature, Reform Literature, Avant-garde Literature......

Various genres of literature are on display, making people feel overwhelmed.

Can these be written?

I can write it.

But, again, he didn't want to write.

Because he doesn't want to be a person who catches the trend, but wants to be a person who starts the trend.

For example, although he can't be a pioneer, he seems to be a pioneer and a pioneer. To the smallest, he does not forget his roots, cherishes his hometown, and when he is older, he is to continue to learn from the saints.

He is a native of Shaanxi, a rural mud leg, what kind of scar literature does he write?

Are you an educated youth? Do you understand other people's pain?

Are you a government official? What reform do you know?

You are a mud leg, you are not a college student, do you know what avant-garde literature is?

Thinking about this, Jiang Yulou understood what he should write.

The Loess Plateau of Shaanxi, the land of Guanzhong is his root and his nourishment.

To write, he also has to write loess literature!

At least, before he became famous.

After figuring it out, Jiang Yulou was in a good mood.

He already has a case for his works, but the materials for his new works need to be accumulated, and he has to wait for the results of the submission of "Contemporary".

Jiang Yulou has recently become a celebrity in the class, and there are many more people around him who are shushing him.

These classmates have become fans of his books.

Jiang Yulou was proud in his heart, but his face was still calm and light.

He sat upright in his seat, but what he held in his hand was the note that Tang Yuewen lent him.

There is no pressure on writing for a while, and it's time to review your homework.

For him, studying and writing are just as important, and although the name of a college student is not the most important thing to him, it is a good name, isn't it?

After being touted by his good brothers, favorite girls, and classmates, Jiang Yulou felt that he had swelled.

Good guy, the classmates are not polite at all, but they blow hard, blow and blow, and he is about to become a writer.

But he didn't dare not swell!

In fact, he hasn't even replied to his novels.

At lunchtime, the two naturally sat together.

Jiang Yulou asked with concern, "How is the novel written?" ”

"......" Tang Yuewen was silent.

She has no inspiration at all, how can she write.

"By the way, I have an idea, why don't you think about it?"

Jiang Yulou didn't wait for her to refuse, and said it directly: "The story is like this, there is a girl named Wenwen, who got off work at night on a rainy night, didn't catch the last train, and met a strange young man on the road, this strange and enthusiastic young man rode a bicycle to take her home.

Along the way, Wenwen went from wariness to trust in this young man, and finally had a good impression, and rekindled her yearning for a better life in her heart. After that, Wenwen had been looking forward to meeting the young man again, but the young man never appeared. Wenwen has been looking forward to it, firmly believing that a beautiful love will be realized. ”

Wenwen?

Tang Yuewen raised her head, was he hinting at something?