With the decision of tribal literature, all the short story writers of Qin Qi who are not low in level have basically received the platform's creative invitation, including Lin Yuan, who also received a call from Wei Long, one of the editors-in-chief of the platform, who gave a detailed introduction to the event.

"Short?"

Lin Yuan then remembered that he still had two short stories in his hand that had not been released.

Now is the good time for the merger of Qin and Qi, and the first prize of tribal literature is actually a million!

Even if you can't get the first prize, the second prize and the third prize will not be lost.

Yes.

Lin Yuan felt that the two remaining works in his hand, no matter which one he came up with, it would not be a problem to enter the top three.

"Do you have any work now......

Wei Long was a little nervous, after the release of "The Death of a Little Civil Servant", he looked for Chu Mad more than once, but Chu Mad kept saying that he was uninspired.

So he wasn't sure if Chu Mad had a short story that could be released in March recently.

"Yes. ”

Lin Yuan said decisively.

Wei Long breathed a sigh of relief and became happy: "I'll give you the email address in a while, so when will you send the work?"

"In a few days. ”

"Okay, then you need to hurry up, we're going to catch the ...... in March"

"No problem. ”

Lin Yuan agreed very simply.

Of course, it should be simple, Lin Yuan was very satisfied with the conditions this time.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuan went to the crew with the computer that day.

As a screenwriter, Lin Yuan rarely interfered in the actual filming of "Tang Bohu Dots Autumn Fragrance".

Because Yi Chenggong filmed according to his requirements, and the chief housekeeper Shen Qing mainly focused on the logistics of the crew.

He had plenty of time to do his own thing on set.

Anyway, no one cares what Lin Yuan does on the set.

The reason why Lin Yuan is still staying on the set is just that he is afraid of some unexpected situations.

He found a place to code words in a secluded place, and then began to think about which one to choose.

Choose one of the two.

After thinking about it, Lin Yuan finally made a decision.

He typed out two words on the document:

Necklace.

As a short story, the full text of "The Necklace" is only more than 5,000 words, and it doesn't take Lin Yuan much time just to write.

What he really needs to do is just adjust his background.

[Many beautiful and moving women in the world are born in poor families out of the tricks of fate......

She had no assets to dowry, no means or hopes, so that a man of both wealth and status would know her, understand her, love her, and marry her; in the end, she could only marry a junior clerk in the Ministry of Education. 】

If "The Gift of the Magi" is one of O'Henry's masterpieces.

Then the "Necklace" that Lin Yuan is writing is one of Maupassant's masterpieces.

As a world-class master of short stories on par with O'Henry, Maupassant's style is different from O'Henry's, but their respective masterpieces are undoubtedly excellent.

This is the source of Lin Yuan's confidence in "Necklace".

As for the background adjustment, Lin Yuan is already familiar with it.

However, in order to avoid mistakes, Lin Yuan still spent two hours, perfecting the new background, and carefully examining it carefully, trying to make this story seem to have no flaws.

......

When Lin Yuan was writing "The Necklace", Wei Long, who had finished the call, reported the situation to Han Jimei, the chief operating officer of tribal literature.

At this time.

The editors-in-chief contacted the writers one after another, and reported the situation to Han Jimei with their respective lists.

"Venda...... Shen Gongyu...... Yuemei ......"

Han Jimei looked at the list in his hand, and his face was slightly pale.

There will be brave men under the great reward.

No matter how you look at it, this time, the lineup of short story writers of tribal literature is more luxurious than the last event!

And the names that appear in these lists are all famous figures in the short story world.

With the joining of these people, Han Jimei feels that the March flow of tribal literature will not be too bad.

It was Wei Long's turn to send a list of writers.

Han Jimei looked at it, and her gaze suddenly paused.

"Chu madness. ”

There is actually Chu Mad in this list?

Han Jimei couldn't help but smile: "This is the champion writer of our last event, and with him to participate, this event has become more meaningful." ”

"Did Chu Madness participate?"

The editor-in-chief next to him was a little surprised, and then he smiled and said: "It's really a good thing that he can participate, although this time, the lineup is more gorgeous, and most of these writers are more famous than Chu Mad , but Chu Mad is the champion of the last event after all, and his existence shows that our activities are quite inherited, I think this event can be held once a year in the future, and it will become a characteristic activity of our tribal literature." ”

Han Jimei nodded.

It's a good idea.

Wei Long smiled: "I didn't have much hope, Chu Mad refused my invitation several times before, saying that he was not inspired, but this time probably Chu Mad also wants to make a name for himself in the new market, after all, the readership has doubled." ”

"That's what I said......"

The editor-in-chief shook his head and said: "But the overall level of the writers who shot this time is not comparable to that of the last batch, and if you want to get a good ranking again, even Chu Mad may not be so easy." ”

"Not necessarily. ”

Wei Long couldn't help but retort: "I think Chu Mad's strength is no worse than those big-name writers, he just has fewer works, so his fame and qualifications in the field of short films are not as good as the few big-name writers mentioned earlier." ”

The editor-in-chief didn't argue, just smiled and said, "I hope so, too." ”

Of course, the higher the level of writers invited by tribal literature, the better.

That's when it happened.

Outside the door, an editor-in-chief hurriedly entered the door, and said with a somewhat panicked face: "Something happened." ”

"What's wrong?"

Han Jimei frowned slightly.

The editor-in-chief said with a bitter face: "I just called Mr. Feng Hua and wanted to invite him to participate in this event, but he refused......"

"Feng Hua?"

The editor-in-chief was stunned, and then said with a smile: "It's not normal for Mr. Feng Hua to refuse us, he is a big man in the field of short stories, known as one of the three carriages in the field of short stories, he is really the top one, he is famous for only writing one short story a year, and this year he has already written one, I didn't expect you to try to invite him." ”

"But the problem is ......"

The editor-in-chief said helplessly: "Mr. Feng Hua rejected me, not because he didn't want to participate in our tribal literature activities, but because he had accepted the invitation to the blog, which he told me personally!"

Whoa!

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone's faces changed!

Even Han Jimei suddenly felt that the list in his hand, which was quite gorgeous, was not fragrant.