Chapter 123: What a novel plan
Chapter 123: What a novel plan ( words!)
Gu Lu received the last copy of "Story Club", and the two stories serialized at the end were "The Hole in the Wall" and "Souvenirs from Hell".
At the same time, I also received a message from the deputy editor, Lao Li. Every year, the magazine selects the "most popular author", and the first place in the Internet vote can receive a bonus of 2,000 yuan.
"Two thousand yuan is not a small amount." Gu Lu pondered. After all, Story Club has low entry barriers and fast review speed, so there is no shortage of writers. They don't even have contracted authors. Look at the "Storytelling Figurine" logo, which is more famous than the writers themselves.
To sum up, Gu Lu was not being ironic, but really thought it was pretty good.
There are twenty-four issues a year, excluding the columns of appreciation of foreign literary stories, 14 jokes and the humorous world, and each issue has sixteen authors.
More than 350 authors competed for the annual vote. Gu Lu, who wrote eight stories, was still at the top of the list.
[Writer No. 3: Gu Lu
Representative stories: pipes, shoes, inhuman love...
Editor’s comment: It is impossible for a talented writer to be limited to “Story Club”.
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There is reason to suspect that this comment was the masterpiece of Lao Li's undercover agent.
"I'm currently ranked third, with a gap of only more than 30 votes from the person in front of me." Gu Lu was thinking about the issue of canvassing for votes.
"Story Club" is a magazine that embraced the Internet relatively early, and this can be seen from this voting activity. The voting website can be shared directly on WeChat.
Gu Lu looked at the first place, who was ahead of him by more than 200 votes. He was a veteran author of the Story Club, and his main content was strange heroes and cases in the Republic of China. It had to be said that this subject matter was a big hit among the readers of the Story Club.
Click to see the website's selected reader reviews. The first and second place reader selections are both good.
But the third place, his Readers' Picks, seems to have some issues.
Wang Qiuyu: [The author of Human Chair and Pipe is the same? Did your editorial department make a mistake?]
Mr. L, who loves to make jokes: [I didn’t understand what your comment meant at first, until I went home and flipped through it. It’s very obvious that it’s the style of two people. The author of “Human Chair”, “Non-Human Love” and “Traveling with Stickers” is the same, and the author of “Guan Zi” and “Good Heart” is another. It’s probably just a coincidence that both writers are named Gu Lu, but can the editorial department take this big bug seriously?]
Eat well and smell good: ["Guan Zi" and "Human Chair" left a deep impression on me. They are the most exciting stories I have read in the story club this year. One gives people a little comfort, and the other gives people a huge thrill. If these two articles were written by the same person, I would chop off my dick live! ]
It is estimated that many readers had doubts, forcing the official Story Club to come out and clarify.
[Deputy Editor Muzi replied: After verification by editor Su Wei of the editorial department, it is clear that the author of "Human Chair", "Guan Zi", "Good Heart" and "Inhuman Love" is the same person. There is only one writer in this story club who uses the pen name "Gu Lu". Writer Gu Lu has a variety of writing styles and is very good at changing his writing style according to the story! ]
Good at learning, the pen strokes change accordingly. Gu Lu nodded happily, his preparations were not in vain.
In addition, Gu Lu silently left a message under the user "吃要好要香": When will the live broadcast start?
Unfortunately, the comments were selected by the website, which meant that the comments displayed were arranged by the website administrator. What a pity, he hadn't seen it yet...
"Bang, bang, bang—" The knock on the door interrupted Gu Lu's thoughts.
Gu Lu tensed up instantly. It was past ten o'clock in the evening. Who would knock on the door so late at night?
He walked to the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, and dialed 110 on his phone. Gu Lu approached the door cautiously, "Who?"
It's no wonder that King Guru is so cautious, because his body is still developing. If two grown men really come...
Fortunately, the voice outside the door was very familiar, "It's me, open the door quickly."
After hearing the voice, Gu Lu looked outside through the peephole and saw that it was indeed the tall and thin Li Guyuan wearing glasses.
After putting the kitchen knife back in the kitchen, Gu Lu opened the door. Li Guyuan held the bag in his left hand and the cell phone in his right hand.
"What are you doing here so late at night?" Gu Lu opened the door and led the person into the room.
"There must be good news. I just found out when I checked my email after school today." Li Guyuan said excitedly, "Three of the manuscripts I submitted to Youth Literature and Art were accepted!"
"That is indeed good news worth sharing immediately." Gu Lu nodded.
"That's right. I came here as soon as I got the news. I couldn't even wait until tomorrow to go to school." Li Guyuan took out his mobile phone, logged into the web version of his email, and showed Gu Lu the editorial department's reply.
But with more than half a month of review time...it turns out that the story is still fast.
"Is there a possibility that you can share this matter by using QQ or by calling me?" said Gu Lu.
"..." Li Guyuan's excited face froze visibly, but he quickly returned to normal, "Such a good thing should of course be explained in person and then celebrated. Come on, I'll treat you to a barbecue."
The nightlife in the Fog City is very prosperous, so you can find food even if you go out at one or two in the morning, let alone ten o'clock in the evening.
But that's not the point. Gu Lu said, "It's so late now, and I have classes tomorrow."
"That's right." Li Guyuan thought about it and felt that it made sense, but he was still very excited and wanted to talk.
For example, I would like to express my gratitude for the successful submission of my article. The three articles that were accepted actually still have room for improvement.
Gu Lu mainly listened and did not express his opinions until the critical moment.
What is the critical moment? "I told you that the manuscript you wrote must be fine, so what happened to you before? Did you think you were not good enough before you submitted it?"
Stuck for a moment, Li Guyuan smiled awkwardly, "Well, it's getting late, I... By the way, what about you, Gulu? Didn't you tell me before that you wanted to submit your article to Youth Digest? Did it work?"
Is this the legendary double red herring?
"It's somewhat effective. Sending a private email to the editor is more efficient. He got a reply yesterday," Gu Lu said. "It's a small achievement."
Gu Lu controlled his tone to make it seem as if he was understating it. "The editorial department of Youth Digest thought my article was pretty good, and when they approved it, they unexpectedly sent me an invitation to be a contract writer. I've made an appointment to discuss the terms tomorrow afternoon."
"It's more than just a small achievement, it's Youth Digest!" Li Guyuan said, "So, you, Gulu, are a contracted writer for three magazines, and these magazines are of high quality... You are worthy of being the twin stars of No. 8 Middle School, so my quality has also increased, hasn't it?"
From the twin stars of Class 10, have they become the twin stars of Middle School ?
"Indeed, he went up." Gu Lu nodded.
Originally, Gu Lu wanted to ask about "Shu Ren Monthly", but it was getting late and Li Guyuan was packing up to go home.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot. Take this. My mother asked me to bring it to you." Li Guyuan put down the black plastic bag in his hand.
Parker Grocery Store also sells bulk eggs, so colorful plastic bags are always available. Although this small store is not like a big supermarket, plastic bags are still free.
"What's that?" Gu Lu untied the bag. Inside was bean sprouts, more commonly known as pickled mustard greens.
"This is something our family makes. Didn't you say last time that it goes well with rice? My mom made some for you." Li Guyuan said.
I went there for a meal a few days ago. Father Li cooked some salty braised pork with glutinous meat but not greasy. What was even more delicious was the base dish, which went very well with rice. Gu Lu ate two large bowls of rice with it.
"No need to send me off. You'll have to walk back even if you do. The corridor light in the stairwell is broken and they don't repair it. It's scary." Li Guyuan said.
After Li Guyuan left, Gu Lu put the sprouts in the refrigerator. Gu Lu's hometown called them "base vegetables or base vegetables". Many people would pack some sprouts to take home when they go out to banquets because they go well with rice.
[The long skirt blows in the wind like romance: Brother, brother, brother, I will come to your place to play in a few days.
Chief Ju: No problem. When you come, I will make you my specialty dish - salty braised pork. ]
Sister Gu Jiayu seems to have realized that Martian language is not mainstream, and has recently changed to a new ID. But it doesn't matter, as a brother, I have kept the dark history!
As they were chatting, my sister suddenly stopped replying. It was probably time to go to bed, so Gu Lu also started to wash up.
His idea was a little biased, and he thought that Gu Jiayu was caught playing with her mobile phone secretly.
"Your monthly exam results dropped by seven or eight places in the grade, and you play with your phone every day." Gu's mother scolded him and gave the correct reasoning, "Your grades dropped because you fell in love too early?"
Gu's mother's thinking is so direct. A girl's academic performance declines because of her love life, while a boy's academic performance declines because of playing games.
"What do you mean by love?" Gu Jiayu said immediately, "I'm just chatting with my brother..."
Gu Jiayu stopped talking before she even finished, because in the past, Gu's mother would definitely ask her to learn less from Gu Lu and say that her academic performance was not good.
But today, Mother Gu was silent for a moment, and then left a sentence, "You should go to bed early and play with your phone less."
After saying this, Mother Gu left her room.
Gu Jiayu has a separate bedroom, but the room is not allowed to be locked. Gu Jiayu closed the door, lifted her feet off the ground, and threw herself onto the bed. Because of her heavy weight, she bounced back twice.
She muttered, "Why didn't Mom react today? Could it be that she knew that my brother was admitted to No. 8 Middle School?"
"It should be my dad who told my mom. After all, no matter how unreliable he is, school has already started for more than a month, so he must know something about the situation." Gu Jiayu quickly put the matter behind her because she thought of something else.
"Xiao Yang, why are you so proud? He didn't even get into Bashu High School, but my big brother was directly admitted to No. 8 Middle School!"
Gu Jiayu slept very happily today. The little girl would be happy all night because of some small things.
The next day, it rained continuously.
There were "landmines" buried under the stone bricks. Gu Lu saw several students running wildly in the rain without umbrellas.
It's good to be young. Gu Lu himself was holding an umbrella. The roadside breakfast stall had put up a huge red umbrella, but no matter how big it was, it couldn't fit everyone, so he didn't go in to compete with others for a spot.
The rain in the foggy city comes quickly and suddenly.
"Look, it's raining and even God is stopping us from going to class. God is crying!" Zeng Jie said.
His roommate heard this and said, "When the sun comes out, you say it's the alarm clock hanging in the sky, and when it rains, it's the sky crying. So it's not suitable for school, right?"
"The heavy rain is like scattered silk. Listen to the sound of raindrops. Doesn't it sound like the school bell?" Zeng Jie said again.
The metaphor was quite tricky, and my roommate couldn’t help but say, “You are such a literary genius when it comes to describing not wanting to go to school.”
The literary giant also had to read early in the morning, so Zeng Jie reluctantly ate three servings of buns and started school with the mood of visiting a grave.
In Mr. Gao's class, Gu Lu learned something shocking - the teaching progress of Tsinghua and Peking University classes and experimental classes was much higher than that of parallel classes, 2+4 classes and innovation classes.
Many students are barely keeping up with the current teaching progress in the innovation class, and it is hard to imagine what the faster classes at Peking University and Tsinghua University will be like.
"I'll ask Zhou Lin when I get a chance. Is it possible for a human to finish all the courses of senior year in just three semesters, the first semester of sophomore year?" Gu Lu made up his mind.
Sometimes I really feel that people who are good at studying and ordinary people are not the same species at all.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Teacher Gao stayed in class for a while because he had something important to announce in class.
"The Wudu City Federation of Literary and Art Circles has organized a student essay competition. I will post the topics on the blackboard at the back later." Teacher Gao said.
Teacher Gao also added, "Gu Lu, Li Guyuan, you both write good essays. Try signing up this year. This essay contest is quite formal. If you win, you will be included in your student records."
The activity of being included in the school roll is really rare. Let's talk about an honor that can be included in the school roll to understand its value. The city's three-good students can be included, but the district (county) three-good students cannot.
Gu Lu plans to go and take a look, and if the type is suitable, he will sign up.
After the head teacher left the classroom, Li Guyuan, the Chinese class representative, followed him to the office.
Some students ran out of the classroom, while others stayed in front of the blackboard at the back of the classroom. About two or three minutes later, Tangyuan returned with the form.
"Make way, wait until I post it first, why are you in such a hurry?" Li Guyuan squeezed into the crowd to post.
[In the 5,000-year history of the Chinese nation, wine and wine culture have always occupied an important position. Wine is a special kind of food, which belongs to the material, but wine is also integrated into people’s spiritual life…]
Essays on wine culture, this topic is very common. Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea all have a long cultural heritage in China. Gu Lu looked at the bottom, [Requirements: ① Choose your own angle and title; ② No restrictions on style, style characteristics are obvious]
This question...that's no problem, Gu Lu has an idea in mind.
"Gulu, let's have a good fight this time!" Li Guyuan suddenly said loudly.
The sudden immature words attracted the attention of most of the students, and Li Guyuan became even more excited, "Our No. 8 Middle School Literature Twins, the first confrontation begins now."
Brother, please shut up, it's really embarrassing. Gu Lu's toes almost broke the soles of his shoes.
"What do you think? Do you dare to accept the challenge? Let's see who performs better in this essay contest." Li Guyuan held his glasses. He was so excited that he almost dropped them.
"I promise, I promise." Gu Lu said hurriedly, trying to stop Tang Yuan from saying something immature.
"I will definitely try my best!" Li Guyuan was full of fighting spirit, and then said to other students, "You can also come and clash with our Gemini, it's up to you, anyway, Gulu and I are invincible."
"No, no, no, you are invincible on your own." Gu Lu hurriedly left this dangerous place.
As a result, the arrogant Li Guyuan was "beaten up" by his classmates, some rubbing his head, some grabbing his neck, and some killing him...
I would rather die than have my friend die, Gu Lu thought silently.
"Master Gulu, please tell me what to do when I feel sleepy while reading?" asked my deskmate Qi Caiwei.
"Will reading make me sleepy?" Gu Lu thought, "Don't you like writing?"
"I like writing. It has nothing to do with being sleepy while reading, right?" Qi Caiwei said. "I just like writing and expressing myself."
"What exactly does this symptom look like?" Gu Lu asked.
Qi Caiwei said, "I don't feel sleepy after reading 100 or 200 words, but after reading 50,000 words of a work of about 100,000 words, I feel bored and start yawning."
"Uninteresting? What works do you read?" "All of them, Zhou Shuren, Lao She, Hemingway, etc. Many people say that The Old Man and the Sea is very exciting, but I find it quite boring."
A bit confused. Qi Caiwei's reading comprehension ability is not bad, so it should not be the case that she cannot understand what the original text wants to express.
"Then what about your textbooks?" Gu Lu asked.
"I have a goal in reading textbooks. I read towards the goal, so of course I won't feel sleepy," said Qi Caiwei.
This is a bit of a strange way of thinking. What you mean is that you can't find the key points of the book when you read it yourself?
Gu Lu said, "Let me think about it for you and see if there is any solution."
"Thank you, great god of the wheel!" Qi Caiwei made two gestures of worship.
……
At lunch time, Gu Lu happened to meet Zhou Lin at the entrance of the cafeteria.
"What a coincidence." Gu Lu greeted.
"I waited for you here on purpose. It's not a coincidence at all," said Zhou Lin.
So, it seems like something is going on. The two of them had their meal and chatted while eating.
Zhou Lin informed Gu Lu of all the difficulties the society was currently facing.
"Model United Nations sounds good, but empty talk will harm the country." After listening to Zhou Lin's introduction, Gu Lu's first reaction was that he was a bit like a keyboard warrior. No matter how passionately he spoke on the microphone, he could not change the reality at all.
"Yes, a little bit." Zhou Lin didn't refute. Guru thought it was the Nine Yin White Bone Claw again.
"But being the Secretary-General of the Global Model United Nations means I can really speak at the United Nations and voice the opinions of Chinese youth," Zhou Lin said. "The Global Secretary-General of the Model United Nations receives more attention than youth representatives from various countries at the United Nations."
"Your level is hellish," said Gu Lu.
"Hell level is hell level, how can you know if you don't try." Zhou Lin said, "First of all, the first step is to become the Secretary-General of the Model United Nations in China. I know a lot of information about the Model United Nations. To become the Secretary-General of the Model United Nations in China, you must be admitted to the three schools: China Foreign Affairs University, Northwestern Polytechnical University and Peking University."
"Model United Nations is a framework formed by these three schools in China," Zhou Lin said. "I will also work hard to get into these three schools in the college entrance examination. The goal can be set very far, but it still needs to be achieved step by step."
Is it you who has the cheat or me?
Gu Lu never thought that one day he would represent the country and stand on the United Nations stage. It was similar to the characters and events that appeared in the news broadcast, without any sense of reality.
Girl, you have a bright future! If you dare to dream and move towards your goal, you have surpassed at least 90% of people.
Should I also set a small goal? Gold Finger has currently compiled eight works, five of which are short story collections - mainly short stories, to become the best-selling short story writer in China?
Gu Lu thought to himself.
Whether in the parallel world or on Earth, there are no world-class short story writers in China. A note: Mr. Lu Xun wrote essays, but few short stories.
"Do you think my idea is a bit unrealistic?" Zhou Lin saw that the other party didn't speak.
"No, it's just..." Gu Lu said it another way, "Such a lofty dream usually only exists in kindergarten or elementary school. After entering junior high school, as you know more and more things, you won't have such lofty ideas. Listening to your explanation just now, it was like seeing a pair of very beautiful wings that were not broken."
"It's no wonder I won the first prize in the country. I'm so happy about the praise," said Zhou Lin.
"So you want me to talk to the principal?" Gu Lu asked, "I have met with Principal Chang twice, but there is no guarantee of success."
"Of course not." Zhou Lin said, "It's not your business, so why would I trouble you like this?"
"I would like to ask you to register your name in the Model United Nations. The more members of our Model United Nations who have won the city's outstanding honors, the easier it will be to apply successfully." Zhou Lin said, "You are the best person I know in No. 8 Middle School."
After receiving the sudden compliment, Gu Lu took a bite of fried noodles and said modestly, "I'm not that good."
"No, I'm the best. The members in the Model United Nations are all excellent, but compared to you, the gap is very large." Zhou Lin said, "Don't think I don't know, you have an article serialized in a magazine."
"You are such a bad friend. You didn't even tell my old classmates about these things. I had to listen to Teacher Hu tell me about them in the school library." Zhou Lin suddenly shouted.
It was Teacher Hu again. Last time, Lu Ping ran back to the classroom with two magazines and announced his identity to the whole class. It was also because he heard from Teacher Hu that Director Hu usually did nothing and just stayed in the school library?
"It's mainly because when I was serializing, everyone had graduated from the third grade of junior high school." Gu Lu explained, "During the summer vacation, everyone was sharing where they went to play in the group, and I didn't want to spoil the fun. Then, when school started, no one talked in the group anymore."
"You are definitely the most handsome guy at this year's junior high school reunion." Zhou Lin changed the subject, "You won't miss the junior high school reunion, right? We even invited Teacher Li."
Class monitor Chen Na called to inform him two days ago. At that time, Gu Lu was concentrating on practicing calligraphy and writing inscriptions for the club, so he didn't bring up this matter.
"I'll definitely come." Gu Lu said. After all, it was the first reunion of junior high school classmates.
"Is it enough for me to join Model United Nations? Do I really not need to apply to Principal Chang?" Gu Lu returned to the original topic.
Zhou Lin said, “We in the Model United Nations can use [Gu Lu’s] fame to help a lot.”
"What's more, if we don't contribute at all, then we won't get any training from joining the Model United Nations," Zhou Lin continued, and then she took out the application form for the Model United Nations Club, "It's really troublesome to go through the procedures."
Gu Lu knew that his deskmate could get such a high score. This guy's execution ability to achieve his goals was really strong.
"I'll give it to you tomorrow." Gu Lu said.
After discussing the serious matters, the two of them ate their meal with peace of mind. Today the cafeteria had a special menu of noodles including fried noodles, fried rice noodles, hot and sour noodles, and small noodles.
During the meal, Gu Lu asked about the teaching progress and found that the teaching speed of the Tsinghua and Peking University classes completely left them behind.
"You eat so little?" Gu Lu saw Zhou Lin carrying the plate and preparing to wash it.
Zhou Lin replied, "I have gained weight recently, so I need to control my diet."
"!!" The greedy girl has to control her diet, and Gu Lu feels like his youth is over.
With adequate nutrition and exercise, Gu Lu is really growing taller and his skin has become much whiter, whereas it used to be a little yellow.
Lunch and dinner are both eaten in the school cafeteria.
After returning home, Gu Lu called Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu.
"Hello, are you the editor-in-chief Qu of Youth Digest?" Gu Lu asked.
"Hello, Mr. Gu Lu. I have been waiting for a whole day and finally got this call." Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu said.
Malnutrition will delay the voice change period. For other classmates, it was between the first and third year of junior high school, but Gu Lu started it in the first year of high school. At this time, his voice sounded rough.
"It's mainly because I have a heavy workload, so I don't have time to use the phone during the day," said Gu Lu.
"Heavy academic workload? Is Mr. Gu Lu really a teacher?" asked Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu.
"...I am a student being taught." Gu Lu sighed silently in his heart. The familiar steps were about to begin again. "I am a freshman in high school this year."
Quiet.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for three or four seconds, and Gu Lu did not continue speaking because he knew that the other party was thinking.
"Teacher Gu..., you are kidding." Deputy Editor Qu said, "'Yesterday's Park' and 'Moonstone' are so smooth, it can't be the first time they have published articles, they must have rich creative experience."
"Yes, Editor Qu, you are right. I have rich experience in creation, including storytelling, youth literature, and time-related mystery. Oh, no, I also recently reached a cooperation with horror." Gu Lu said.
Toilet literature, children's literature, detective novels and supernatural novels are indeed rich, but Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu just finds it a little difficult to accept.
"Editor Qu, you should be able to find the information by searching 'mystery + my pen name' on the Internet now," Gu Lu added.
"Of course I believe it, but heroes are born young. He is too heroic and too young. I need some time to accept it." Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu said this, but he had actually walked to his study, turned on his computer which was on standby, and searched for [Gu Lu + reasoning][Gu Lu + storytelling], and indeed found a lot of information.
Since Story Club entered the Internet very early, some of its content can be searched on the Internet.
What a genius! This is what Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu was truly sighing in his heart.
Gu Lu said, "The reason why we called to discuss this is because students still need to focus on their studies, so regarding the requirements for submission of articles, can we..."
There are minimum manuscript submission requirements for contracted writers, but considering that Gu Lu is a student, both "Youth Literature and Art" and "Years of Reasoning" have made concessions. The former has no restrictions, and the latter only requires one article per year, which is also very relaxed.
"Indeed, indeed. Does Teacher Gu attend a key high school?" Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu asked, "My child attends a key high school and basically has no free time."
"Because I won the first prize in the country for my composition and was admitted, the school provided me with some help." Gu Lu intuitively felt that Editor-in-Chief Qu was the most smooth-talking person he had ever met.
Okay, a genuine talented writer. Deputy Editor Qu stopped testing me. "If that's the case, then we really need to revise the contract."
"Our Youth Digest is to provide a platform for outstanding young people. Teacher Gu is so outstanding, we must give in," Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu added.
As the deputy editor-in-chief of Youth Digest, Lao Qu had the power to make the final decision on this matter, but he still chose to consult with his old boss before making a decision.
The reason is very simple. It’s okay to joke around in normal times, but when it comes to work, you should let your leader make the final decision and you should not act on your own.
After hanging up the phone, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu replied that a reliable plan would be provided tomorrow, and Gu Lu did not push him.
"I really can't afford to be hurt..." The cell phone rang.
This year's Internet hits, Gu Lu had listened to a lot of Tik Tok hits in his previous life, but now he suddenly felt that the hits from the 10s still had something to offer.
The caller is Xiao Xue, the editor of Horror.
After the call was connected, before Gu Lu could even say anything, Xiao Xue spoke first, "Teacher Gu, our new version of New Reading is ready to be launched, and our magazine would like to do a telephone interview this Saturday."
"Saturday? No problem for me." Gu Lu said, "But just remove the word 'horror' and change it to 'new reading'. It will be hard to tell it's a supernatural horror magazine."
"So we have to put a lot of effort on the cover. Don't worry, Teacher Gu, we have already prepared a publicity plan." Xiao Xue then briefly talked about the magazine's publicity plan - the benchmark plan.
One benchmark novel is selected from each of the four major sections of the magazine: "Misty Fog", "Supernatural Powers", "Three Night Startles", and "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
Benchmark novels are like the champions of the literary arena. As long as a new novel can beat the benchmark novel, it can get a generous bonus.
"Iron Pillar" and "Singing to the Moon in a White Room" are benchmarks of mystery and supernatural respectively. The magazine's move is to attract more good articles.
On the one hand, it's about money, on the other hand, it's about fame.
As for money, if you win you will get a bonus of 5,000 yuan, which is not less at all, and every time you win thereafter you will get a bonus of 1,000 yuan, which is a long-term income.
As for fame, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. If you say you are the benchmark, then you are the benchmark? Those who write well must want to replace others.
What a novel plan. Gu Lu couldn't tell whether it would be successful, but it would definitely attract authors, because once a work becomes a benchmark novel, a monthly income of one thousand yuan would be a lot.
"But, isn't this too hasty?" Gu Lu was doubtful about the plan on the other end of the phone.
"There's no hurry at all. If you hesitate to make a decision, you will suffer the consequences. Although the deputy editor-in-chief and the editor-in-chief were a little confused, they were convinced by me." Xiao Xue from the editorial department of "Horror" responded.
You, the editor-in-charge, convinced the deputy editor-in-chief and the editor-in-chief? That's an exaggeration, but Gu Lu didn't say anything.
The two novels became "benchmark novels" and brought in two thousand yuan in revenue every month, which was so great.
Of course, Gu Lu agreed.
Gu Lu is successful both inside and outside the school. Regarding the essay contest, he wrote "Liquid Fire", an article that is said to have received full marks in the college entrance examination.
In fact, it has nothing to do with the college entrance examination, but to put it another way, any popular article on the Internet will be given the title of a college entrance examination full-score essay.
He wrote in a relaxed manner. Gu Lu's appreciation of modern poetry was limited, but this modern poem was quite powerful to read.
[Liu Ling was drunk, the immortal poet was crazy, Cao Mengde was praised
Wrote the Hongmen Banquet, wet the Qingming apricot blossoms, and made the crabapple thinner Li Yi'an
On Jingyang Ridge, Wu Song was helped to kill the tiger with three punches
On the top of Xunyang Tower, Song Jiang wrote a poem to rebel
You, you have helped so many heroes to succeed.
[…]
"The word wine is not mentioned in the entire article, but it writes about many things related to wine. It should be no problem for me to win an award in a writing competition." Gu Lu thought.
What did Li Guyuan write like?
Li Guyuan was very concerned about the Gemini showdown, so he kept it strictly confidential from Gu Lu for the next two days.
Just these two days, we have unknowingly arrived at the end of October, and the No. 10 Middle School’s anniversary celebration has been launched in a very high-profile manner.
Principal Chang is a capable person. He not only invited reporters from Fog City Daily and Mountain City Morning News, but also invited Fog City TV Station. The reporter from the TV station is a reporter from the news program "Everyday 630".
"Everyday 630" can be said to be the most watched livelihood news program in Fog City, bar none. It is no exaggeration to say that it can rival the popularity of the News Broadcast in Fog City.
(End of this chapter)