Chapter 143 It Can’t Be Just One Person!
Chapter 143 It can’t be just one person!
"How could it be the same person? I've seen The Little Prince, and he's full of childishness, with either a white beard or tied hair. And didn't you read the news? The person who wrote this fairy tale is a student, and now you're telling me that Tiezhu and Yuege were written by the same student. Is that possible?"
"Analyzing rationally, it is indeed unlikely. The core of Moon Song was written by a middle-aged man with children and parents. Not to mention Tie Zhu. It gives me chills reading it. They are completely different things."
"Don't say such horrible things. Have you ever seen a mystery writer write fairy tales? It's not a question of age at all."
Zhu Twelve looked at the direction of the discussion in the group and nodded silently. The two Gu Lu could not be the same person, because emotionally, a group of authors would not dare to touch the tiger's beard of a student. It sounded very embarrassing.
12twelve12: "No more jokes, let's talk about something reliable. Who in the group wants to charge again for the second issue of "New Reading"? "
The group members responded in unison that they would not participate and could not afford to come.
Haha, the sneering Zhu Twelve has seen clearly that this group of people will definitely use pseudonyms (change pen names to submit works), and will only come back to expose it if they succeed, and will not admit it if they fail.
Of course, it would not be too honest for Zhu Twelve to directly use his own pen name, because he needs the popularity accumulated by the series of Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions.
It would be bad if he changed his pen name and caused a farce of plagiarism. Zhu Twelve is so smart!
The authors have concerns, and so do the editors at New Reading.
"Editor-in-Chief Dong, there is something wrong with the submission data."
"What data is wrong?"
"There are too few submissions for the two sections, Mystery and Supernatural."
"how many?"
The above is a conversation between Editor-in-Chief Dong and a responsible editor, not Xiao Xue, the Volume King, who is reviewing the manuscripts.
"We have received 5 articles about strange powers and supernatural things so far, and 1 article about mystery and fog." The editor-in-chief with yellow hair responded.
"?" Chief Editor Dong was stunned, his expression as if he was saying something horrible.
The revised version of "New Reading" has become more well-known and prestigious. According to normal statistics, there should be about 20 articles in the four main sections at this point in time.
"The number of submissions to New Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio and Three Terrors at Midnight has increased significantly," said Xiao Huangmao. "Based on our judgment, many authors may not see the hope of winning, so they have changed their tracks."
This was beyond Editor-in-Chief Dong's expectations. He had thought that he would find a strong author to hold the fort, but being too strong is not a good thing.
“It should be the first round of voting data released in this issue.” Editor-in-Chief Dong said, “They realized that the gap was too big.”
That’s right, many authors finally felt relieved after being worried!
"Then we..." Before the little yellow-haired boy could finish his words, he was interrupted by Editor-in-Chief Dong.
"This kind of attack data is the most critical. Once it is discovered to be fake, the most important credibility will be lost." Editor-in-Chief Dong thought, "You go out first, I will think about it."
Generally speaking, there are two methods: increase the "bounty" of the two sections of Fog and Supernatural, or set up a "Half-time Champion".
To explain it simply, even if you don't win the vote, you can still get a reward if you reach a certain reader voting threshold.
Without falsifying the vote count...Editor-in-Chief Dong was thinking about the feasibility of two methods.
After working until 8:30, Editor-in-Chief Dong chose the "half-time champion" mode. Because it is true that there must be brave men under the first type of high reward, but after a long time, it is found that it is a big pie that cannot be eaten, so should it be improved?
After research, Editor-in-Chief Dong has designed a "vote line" which will be perfected in the third issue and will need to be combined with the data from the second issue in the second half of the month.
"It's really hard work. All the people in the publishing house have gone off work. There is no way. If this problem is not resolved soon, this section will become useless without excellent submissions over time." Editor-in-Chief Dong muttered to himself, as if the editorial department could not function without him.
Does this count as emphasizing the importance of one's work and providing some temporary psychological comfort?
"Gu Lu is truly a genius in short stories. Although his literary quality is not as good as that of masters like Mark Twain and Chekhov, his storytelling is excellent," Chief Editor Dong thought.
He also knew that Gu Lu's "The Little Prince" was a hit, but he didn't make a big fuss about it because he just wanted to promote it when the time was right.
Editor-in-Chief Dong walked out of the office, and the sky outside the window pulled a switch, turning off the sun.
The lights at the workstations were all off, so it was pitch dark - no, there was only one corner with a single light on.
What's going on? Editor-in-Chief Dong walked over and saw a familiar face.
"Xiao Xue, it's so late, why haven't you left work yet?" Director Dong asked.
"I'll finish reading these manuscripts and then leave," Xiao Xue said, "Editor-in-Chief Dong, you should take care of your health. If you collapse, our editorial department will be in disarray. You shouldn't stay up until seven or eight o'clock!"
"..." Editor-in-Chief Dong heard this and held back all his words. He finally said, "You can watch it at home. There's no need to be in the office."
"Oh, editor-in-chief, don't worry. I don't want overtime pay. I volunteer to contribute to the publishing house. I am very excited to see our magazine slowly taking off." Xiao Xue said, "Besides, I don't have a computer at home. It is much more convenient to read manuscripts on a computer than on a mobile phone."
"You still need overtime pay. I'll talk to the finance department later," Chief Editor Dong said with a dry voice, "Then go home early after you finish your work. This company has locked doors and so on..."
"I'm the one who locks the company's doors almost every day. It's safe. No problem." Xiao Xue gestured OK. "Editor-in-Chief Dong, please go home and have a rest. I still need to review manuscripts."
It can be said that Editor-in-Chief Dong was rushed away. He suddenly felt that he was not the most indispensable person in the company... At night, Gu Lu returned home, opened the refrigerator to heat up yesterday's meal, and held in his hand the magazine he bought when he left school at noon.
"If we can stick with New Reading for one more issue, we'll earn another two thousand yuan." Gu Lu ate while reading the data published by the magazine.
After finishing the meal and clearing the dishes, Gu Lu thought about his current situation.
"From what we can see so far, The Little Prince can make a lot of money. Should we register the trademark or something?"
"It seems that Zheng Yuanjie encountered this situation in his previous life. Pippi Lu was registered by a pork seller. I still have to ask people in the industry and think about it carefully." Gu Lu thought to himself.
“The Little Prince is a peripheral fanatic.” Gu Lu was thankful that he did not hire anyone to do the illustrations for him, but copied them bit by bit from the original work himself.
"We need to work hard to get the copyright. Even if we can only achieve 70% of the fame in our previous life, it will still be a huge gold mine!"
The publishing house usually pays royalties every three to six months, so the money earned from "The Little Prince" has not yet been received.
After publishing so many short stories, Gu Lu now has more than 20,000 yuan in his bank account and has no worries about money at all.
There is also relatively good supply of food, clothing, housing and transportation.
The next day, the sun rose over the earth again.
Taking small steps, he walked towards the school. In his new life, Gu Lu had corrected some of his shortcomings from his previous life.
In his previous life, the more urgent the time was, the more he would waste time - but now he would leave enough time for himself.
As soon as he walked into the classroom, some people started to get excited, like monkeys in Mount Emei seeing bananas.
"Gu Lu, you're finally here!" When Lu Ping saw Gu Lu, he couldn't wait to run to him.
How come he came so early? Generally speaking, the first person to come to the class is Wei Lili, followed by Lu Yi and Gu Lu. The third group of people are those who come early to copy homework. There is no fixed classmate. Whoever hasn't finished his homework will have it.
Logically speaking, F4 including Lu Ping, Zeng Jie and others should have arrived on time.
"If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't waste time." Gu Lu noticed that Zebra had not arrived either. Today was really a special day.
"Let me make it clear first. If you want to borrow my homework, I haven't finished it yet. You've got the wrong person." Seeing that Lu Ping was hesitant to speak, Gu Lu quickly added.
"If you don't want to borrow the homework, come out with me." There was a stranger (Wei Lili) in the classroom, so Lu Ping turned around and left first.
Why are there so many whispers? Gu Lu followed Lu Ping out.
When he reached the corner, Lu Ping put his schoolbag on his back in front of his chest. The zipper opened with a swish, revealing a plate of beautiful roses inside.
To prevent the roses from being scratched by the inner wall of the schoolbag, they are covered with a layer of bamboo strips, keeping them intact and bright.
A man gave a rose to another man. Lü Ping was afraid of misunderstanding, so he quickly explained, "This is a flower for you. Don't think too much. This rose..."
"I know that roses represent the pride of the world and a beautiful wish." Gu Lu said first.
Lu Ping's eyes widened, "You knew?!"
"Of course, roses are assassins, and in ancient times they were a symbol of beauty. There is also a poem 'Who gave me the good name of roses?', which expresses the love for roses." Gu Lu said, "So giving roses is a very polite blessing."
"Amazing! No wonder you can be a writer. You even know such little-known facts." Lu Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
"When I heard my mother say that, I thought she was fooling me," said Lu Ping.
He was really not joking. With Qi Caiwei as a precedent, he realized that Che Gulu was really capable, so he ran back that night and asked his mother to get another pot of osmanthus.
Lu's mother replied that sending the same flowers twice showed no sincerity at all, so she took a pot of roses and said a lot of things.
"How do you know everything?" Lu Ping couldn't help asking.
"Because my junior high school teacher was very knowledgeable." Gu Lu replied.
"Then you have learned too much." Lu Ping took a rose from his schoolbag and handed it to the man in front of him. "Brother Gulu, you should like roses too. I saw that there are so many scenes about roses in The Little Prince."
"You watched it too?" Gu Lu asked.
"My family of four, me, my dad and my mom, all watched it. Although it's a bit childish, it's a really good fairy tale." Lu Ping gave a thumbs up.
Indeed, The Little Prince may be a little childish for high school students, but it is just right for college students and people in society.
"Well, it was my fault last time. That little basketball devil confused my mind. I will definitely study hard this time." Lu Ping quickly assured.
"Basketball does confuse the mind." Gu Lu did not expose him. "I took good care of the osmanthus flowers at home. If there is another pot of roses, I will also take good care of them."
(End of this chapter)