Wen Changtian was infected by Murong Guang, and his originally slightly nervous expression also relaxed. Thinking about the road that has come over the years, not only is it a little high-spirited. The sharpness of his youth seems to have the posture of reappearing.

"I talked to the head of the distribution department in detail. For half a year in a row, the circulation of "Meng Xin" has been relatively close to "September", but it is always a little worse. However, in this year's September issue, because this article by Niu Er has sparked a relatively large discussion, the circulation has increased significantly. In just the first week, it broke through any previous sales volume in the same period. And the growth of out-of-season subscriptions is also greater than in the past. ”

"At this rate, next month is not only likely to surpass September, but is likely to be very close to Eagle Flight. The premise is that if there is another article by Niu Er next month, whether it is an essay or a novel, this possibility will almost become a reality. On the other hand, if there is no article in the next month, or if the article is not published in the new month, but in Eagle Fly or September, the situation may be delicate. ”

Murong Guang nodded.

The circle of pure literature is so big, though. But if there is a slight change in this circle, it is often the whole society that is affected.

Literary works come from life, and its tentacles will touch every corner of society.

Everyone is inseparable from reading almost every day.

"Two Maverick Pigs" has already attracted widespread attention and discussion, with mixed praise and criticism. Once Niu Er's next or next work appears, it will definitely become the focus of attention of readers and even inside and outside the circle, which is something that can be thought of with P shares.

To put it another way, readers who like Niuer's article must be looking forward to his next work, and those who are disgusted with Niuer's criticism of Niuer in the commentator's seat also hope to find more arguments to support their arguments in Niuer's new article. In the same way, the penmen of the "Meng Xin" camp who are fighting against it are also looking for more counteroffensive weapons.

Murong Guang and Wen Changtian are both old birds who have been with pen and ink for most of their lives. As an author, reader, and editor, it is natural that they are very clear about these things.

So I think that these two sharply worded commentary articles are ostensibly aimed at the two pigs written by Niu Er, scolding Niu Er for being obscene, and even giving him a hat on the platform. I think in fact, they want to indirectly slander the core position and purpose of "Meng Xin" through Niu Er's article, and want to fundamentally shake the influence of "Meng Xin" in the market and readership. And once there is no movement on the top, they are likely to gradually point the finger directly at "Meng Xin". ”

Murong Guang nodded and smiled. He quickly retracted his smile and became a little serious.

"They are forced to be in a hurry, and they can't wait to beat people to death with a stick...... However, it is very wrong to be the scapegoat of Niu Er. Niu Er received such a blow, if he was cautious from now on and lost his edge, it was likely to cause the premature fall of a genius. ”

Wen Changtian was also silent for a while.

"Shenzhou Guangming Daily" also published two opinion articles. I think in the end, there is a good chance that there will be an ending in the matter. After all, this pen and ink lawsuit has risen to some directional and even major levels. ”

"How much do these two gunmen know about it?"

"One should be the deputy editor-in-chief of "September", and the other is undoubtedly the chief writer of "Eagle Flying". ”

"You go next door and shout Xiao Zhou, and see how many media have commented and reprinted it. ”

Xiao Zhou is the assistant to the editor-in-chief of Murong Guang, who is less than thirty years old, and looks flexible and capable.

"The September issue of Meng Xin has been on the market for less than two weeks, and almost all of the opinion pieces so far have been concentrated in the newspapers. A total of 17 national and local newspapers published 21 opinion pieces on "Two Maverick Pigs." Eleven opinion pieces in eight local newspapers were mostly on artistic expression and writing style, while the other 10 were focused on nine national newspapers. Four of them are clearly offensive and disagreeable in their style, stance and ideological orientation, while the other six focus on artistic criticism. ”

Assistant Zhou held the materials in his hand, but he didn't look at them, and reported the relevant data like a popper.

"How many newspapers have reprinted this article by Niule?"

As of today, all 17 newspapers that published the commentary have reprinted it. ”

"Put the materials here first. ”

After Assistant Zhou went out, Murong Guang asked Wen Changtian:

"Do you think we should do something next?"

"I'm worried that "September" and "Eagle Flying" are likely to suppress them openly with one hand and secretly win over Niu Er with the other. Niu Er is located in a remote and impoverished mountainous area, and the information is not good, so he is not necessarily very clear about the current situation. If Niu Er didn't know what to do, it was not impossible to submit the manuscript to them just because of the high remuneration. ”

"What did Niu Er say about the essay calling? I don't know if he wrote a novel...... Does he have any other essays in stock?"

Wen Changtian is a little sweaty-_-||

"I thought Niu Er was a teacher, but he was actually a high school student under the age of eighteen...... The call was answered by his homeroom teacher, and she promised that she would ask Niu Er to call me back in three or two days. ”

Murong Guang can be said to be well-informed, and his eyes widened when he heard this.

"You say this Niu Er, or a high school student?"

......

One word can prosper the country.

Now it seems that one person can prosper the country.

A small article could affect the rise and fall of several magazines, which he could not have imagined.

At this time, Niu Er came out of the Shenzhou Bookstore, and after taking a big turn in the central area of the town, he was hanging his head and wandering towards the central square of Nissa Town.

He was disappointed by the bookstore's business model and the nowhere newsstand, and he was at a loss for a while.

Looking at the time, I think that if my mother sells the vegetables faster, she should be selling out soon. So he was going to sell vegetables with his mother. Wait for my mother to finish selling the vegetables and go home with my mother. In this way, he can carry the burden and make my mother a little easier.

Six or seven kilometers of climbing up and down, there are steep cliffs, and the mountain road of crossing the river and the bridge is not a joke.

However, before he could finish speaking, Mother Niu kicked him away with a left and right kick.

She was about to kick, but when Niu Er dodged, she kicked out with her flying feet.

Naturally, it's all air.

It's still early. Letting my son stay here for an hour is a waste of my son's precious time.

Niu Er was helpless, and walked home stupidly, while pondering.

Most of those open-air vegetable markets in the previous life were morning and evening. If this spontaneous square vegetable market is also a morning and evening market, let my mother catch the morning market in the future. In that case, you can carry the heavy burden on your own on the way to school, and really liberate your mother.

After walking the mountain road for more than a month, Niu Er only remembered to climb the mountain and cross the bridge, and never paid attention to the scenery that would rush into the field of vision every day.

Now Niu Er is a little bored, so he finally has a little leisure.

Extending from the large turntable of the vegetable market, it is a straight street that leads directly to the railway station. There are not many old houses on both sides of the street. At the end of the street, short after crossing the railway, there is a small hill beam.

Climbing over the mountain beam, at the foot of the mountain is a crystal clear, shallow but shallow stream that is seven or eight meters wide. There are several irregular stones spaced out on the creek for passers-by to step on.

Niu Erzhu ran a few times, ran and jumped a few big steps, stepping on the stones like a wave on the water, graceful and free.

My mother, who carries a heavy burden every day, would be nice if she could cross this stream so easily and fun......

Niu Er's mind is idle, and at the same time, he understands all the difficulties that his mother may encounter when she walks this road.

He is just like when he re-walked the road of the Red Army, and his mind is full of all kinds of brain-made pictures.

Beyond the creek is a narrow gravel path, lined with dense forests of sand willows more than a man high.

For more than 200 days a year, the gravel road is buried under the water. In those seasons, you have to take a detour, and this detour will take more than 40 minutes.

People who sit in the office, day in and day out.

Even if there is ****, every day is still a worry-free cycle.

People who survive savagely may face the ebb and flow of the tide and a dilemma every day.

After walking out of this gravel road, this sand willow forest, and walking for more than ten minutes, I came to the wooden bridge.

The water under the wooden bridge is deep and turbulent. On the bridge deck, there are only four longitudinal logs the thickness of a small rice bowl. The distance between each log is fifty or sixty centimeters.

There were some planks on top of the logs, and I don't know when someone took them away. Soon the planks were laid again, and after a night, there were only four logs on the deck of the bridge.

The small wooden bridge is like a concrete and micro Luding bridge, but the steel cable is replaced with logs.

Niule cautiously crossed the bridge.

At this moment, he decided ruthlessly that he could no longer let his mother carry the burden on this bridge alone no matter what.

Either there is a morning market, and he carries the burden.

Either she earns as much as she can for the manuscript fee, and smashes her mother with a huge amount of manuscript fee, and she will never come out to sell vegetables again.

In any case, it was to kill him.

He will never let his mother come out alone to sell vegetables again.

Thinking of this, Niu Er was suddenly moved by himself.

Moved the cow and moved the magic star.

The moving spread to the universe, to the earth, and to 2020.

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