Lao Meng is really wrong today!

The editors stayed there for a moment, whispering.

Zhu Shengchang frowned, picked up the manuscript "Love Letter" that Meng Weizai put on the table, and then returned to his seat.

"Love Letters? This is Jiang Yulou's new book? ”

With such a straightforward title, Zhu Shengchang also saw it for the first time, and became curious.

After all, what can make Lao Meng burst into foul language is definitely not an ordinary work.

Speaking of which, he is the editor who really excavated Jiang Yulou, a young writer. At that time, Jiang Yulou was only a high school student and did not have a little fame.

Thinking about it now, Zhu Shengchang couldn't help but sigh at the ingenuity of chance.

"Heh, let me see what he wrote."

After Zhu Shengchang made himself a cup of tea, he half leaned back in his chair, and then opened the manuscript with some curiosity, after all, it was Jiang Yulou's new book, even if it was a theme of youth love that puzzled all editors, he was still a little interested in it, and Meng Weiya also announced his optimism about this work in public, so he had to be more cautious.

Is it interesting to read?

This answer is relative.

Albert Einstein once humorously interpreted his theory of relativity: "If you sit next to a beautiful girl for two hours, you will feel that only one minute has passed; And if you sit next to the fire for a minute, you feel like you've been sitting for two hours. ”

Zhu Shengchang knows Einstein, but he doesn't necessarily know this interpretation, but the truth is always the same. If he is allowed to read a bullshit novel, he will definitely live like a year. But when he reads an excellent literary work, he will feel that time flies very, very quickly, as if the more than an hour of rest at noon has passed in an instant.

Although Zhu Shengchang has not yet reached the point of forgetting to sleep and eat, he has forgotten his lunch break.

Lunch break is the practice of contemporary editorial departments, most editors are not young, and if there is no proper rest, it is easy to affect the work status in the afternoon.

Their work may be ordinary, but it is about the future of a writer and must be treated with caution.

However, Zhu Shengchang obviously did not take a lunch break today, but his spirit remained in a state of excitement.

Because until he started work in the afternoon, he was still concentrating on Jiang Yulou's manuscript of "Love Letter".

Work?

He is now at work, and he is still working overtime without pay and selfless dedication.

Zhu Shengchang was completely attracted by the youth love literature "Love Letter", and read it seriously, and he didn't even hear the noise of the editorial department.

Meng Weiya had already come back at this time, he had already noticed Zhu Shengchang's abnormality, but he just smiled.

He understands Zhu Shengchang's state very well at this time, because he also came over like this this morning, "Love Letter" must be published, and now even if Jiang Yulou changes his mind and says that he wants to write about spy war suspense, Meng Weizai will not be happy, Jiang Yulou is so good at writing about youth love, just write this!

What kind of spy war suspense is written, which is also worthy of being called a literary work?

At this time, Qin Zhaoyang, the director of the magazine, found Meng Weiya, saw that Zhu Shengchang was reading the manuscript carefully, and nodded with satisfaction: "Little Meng, I heard that the kid has written another great work?" ”

"How do you know?"

"Seems to be true?"

"That's right, a great piece of literature. I even think it's comparable to "Liang Zhu". ”

"Is that a high rating?"

"Maybe not in terms of literary achievement, but 'Love Letter' is definitely very special."

Qin Zhaoyang pondered for a moment and looked at Zhu Shengchang, who was still immersed in reading. Judging by some of the expressions on his face, he was really invested in it.

"We haven't published any literature on youth romance in our contemporary era."

"There's always a first time."

Qin Zhaoyang fell into a long silence again, and it wasn't until he frowned that he smiled and said, "Then you can review it first, if it all passes, I will approve it." ”

"Thank you, Director."

Qin Zhaoyang patted Meng Weizai's shoulder, "Don't thank me, it's all work." On the contrary, I should thank you. ”

Not long after he left, Zhu Shengchang also read the manuscript completely, especially at the end, when the female Jingchu saw the portrait that the male Jingchu painted on herself behind the library card, so he did not reply to Qiu Ya, and a sentence flashed in his mind, "This situation can be recalled?" It's just that it was already clear at the time. ”

When he looked up, he happened to see Meng Weiya across the desk, and he sighed: "Old Meng, Jiang Yulou will be a very great writer in the future." ”

"Now he is." Meng Weizai said with a smile.

……

Writing brings joy, especially when you know that what you write now will bring you a fortune that can be considered huge in this day and age.

Just when he was writing energetically, the shouts in the corridor disturbed Jiang Yulou's interest in writing,

"Jade Building, Jade Building......"

"Who will it be at this time......

Jiang Yulou frowned slightly, and just as he was about to condemn him, someone broke into the dormitory.

"Yulou, Director Ji is looking for you!"

Jiang Yulou: "......"

Director Ji's Office.

"Editor Meng?"

Jiang Yulou looked at the person sitting on Director Ji's sofa in surprise.

"Haha, Yulou. I finished reading your new work, I have to say, Yulou is so talented, such a story development makes people not expect it at all, the letter is ostensibly an exchange between Qiu Ya and the female Jingchu, but in fact, the male Jingchu and the female Jingchu deduce a spiritual dialogue that transcends time and space in the memories of the past. ”

Meng Weizai said a lot of praise in one breath, and Jiang Yulou could only take advantage of his breath to express his gratitude,

"Thank you, Editor Meng, your recognition is the best affirmation of me."

It's only been a day, and the contemporary magazine has made a decision?

In other words, this novel is good enough, so good that the contemporary side doesn't want to waste a single bit of time.

Of course, this is good news for him, after all, he will be paid for the publication of the novel.

"Yulou, this "Love Letter" of yours will definitely be published in our contemporary magazine, please be sure to choose our contemporary magazine!"

When a writer at Jiang Yulou's level arrives, he actually has the strength to choose a magazine. In order not to miss this excellent work, Meng Weiya had to make sure that nothing went wrong.

Although Jiang Yulou is not that kind of person in his impression, Meng Weizai doesn't want to take a little risk: "Our magazine will still give this work the highest level of manuscript fee in China." If the sales are substantial, the magazine will also promote a single edition of the novel. ”

"Well, happy cooperation!" Jiang Yulou happily agreed to the other party's conditions.

Meng Weizai was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Teacher Jiang, happy cooperation!" ”