Chapter 162 Long time no see
Chapter 162 Long time no see
Editor-in-Chief Wu spoke harshly, and Yang Yin didn't know how he had the courage to bring the manuscript over before he got angry.
"Editor-in-Chief Wu, this manuscript is of really high quality..."
Editor-in-Chief Wu said, "High quality? 60 words. Have you finished reading it?"
"without……"
"How dare you say it's high quality before you even finish watching it?"
Yang Yin had a hard time. He couldn't finish reading the 60-word manuscript even after the review meeting. If he had time to finish reading it, would he have needed to inform Editor-in-Chief Shen in advance?
Editor-in-Chief Wu added, "I felt something was amiss when I heard 60 words. What kind of article has to be 60 words? It's not an online article. Our agency's payment standard is first-rate in the industry. Are you sure there is nothing redundant about the 60 words? Are you sure the author didn't cheat on the payment?"
Editor-in-Chief Shen finally couldn't sit still any longer: "Editor-in-Chief Wu, what you said is all groundless!"
Editor-in-Chief Wu did not continue to argue, and immediately said: "Okay, then I will not talk about unfounded things, and just talk about the actual problem. Yang Yin, let me ask you, if 60 words are serialized, how many issues will it take to complete it?"
Yang Yin said: "If each issue has 30 words, then we need 20 issues. If each issue has words, then we need issues."
"how long?"
"Two to three years."
Editor Wu asked, “What is the rated number of pages per issue of our magazine?”
"100 to 150 pages."
“How many words per page?”
"One thousand to fifteen hundred words."
“How much does it cost to print each page?”
Yang Yin was silent for a while: "I don't know about this."
Director Wu said, "Let me tell you, the cost per page is 8 cents. The circulation of our magazine is 20 copies. If you publish 20 words per issue, that's 20 pages. The printing cost of this manuscript is per month! For the next two years, it will be per month!"
"That's why we rarely give newcomers the opportunity to be serialized. There are too many uncontrollable factors. Each issue only has a hundred pages. If you have more, others will have less. If you are serialized in every issue, how easy it will be for problems to occur? What's more, you have to serialize for two years. How much room is there for mistakes?"
After Chief Editor Wu finished speaking, even Yang Yin was shaken. He knew that Chief Editor Wu was right, and his own opposition proved how much resistance there would be at that time.
Editor-in-Chief Shen spoke up: "Editor-in-Chief Wu, you are only calculating the small account, not the big account."
Editor Wu was obviously dissatisfied: "Then tell me what your big account is?"
"First, although Wang Zixu is still a newcomer now, he will no longer be a newcomer once this work is published."
Editor-in-Chief Wu immediately protested: "You are just trying to argue!"
"Listen to me." Editor-in-Chief Shen raised his hand to interrupt him. "I've read the beginning of this work, and I can tell that it's a very ambitious work. Its potential may be so great that we can't even imagine it. Once published, this author will definitely be able to enter the literary world with dignity. I don't think it's necessary for you to worry about him being a newcomer."
Editor-in-Chief Wu sneered: "This is the first one, what about the second and third ones?"
"Secondly, if we don't publish his article, he will take it to other magazines to publish. If it is published in a smaller magazine, its influence will definitely not be great, and it may even be buried. You should know about "Ordinary World"?"
Editor-in-Chief Wu objected: "This is only beneficial to the author. What about us? What benefit will it bring to our magazine?"
Editor-in-Chief Shen said, "You are too narrow-minded. This is an author we cultivated ourselves. If his work achieves great success, how many authors like him will be inspired? We can attract more outstanding authors to submit their works and build a healthier creative environment. This is a silent benefit."
Editor-in-Chief Wu kept shaking his head. It was obvious that Editor-in-Chief Shen had not convinced him:
"All of your imagination is based on the premise that this work can really achieve great success as you said. What if it is the other way around? We will be criticized! Even if the response is mediocre, we will not be well served and will be gossiped about."
"enough."
After listening to the two people arguing for a long time, the editor-in-chief finally spoke.
"Editor-in-Chief Wu is right, but Editor-in-Chief Shen is also right."
When the editor-in-chief said the first half of the sentence, Yang Yin almost had a heart attack. He felt better after hearing the second half of the sentence. But he was still full of doubts.
The editor-in-chief added: "What kind of results this work will achieve and whether it should be serialized depends on its own quality. I read the beginning and it's good, but whether the rest of the story is also good is what we need to study.
"After all, long-running serialization is a protracted battle, which is different from publishing it all at once. It must get better and better to convince readers. If the later part is not better than the previous one, even if the quality remains the same, readers will get aesthetic fatigue. After a long time, they will forget what the previous part was about, and eventually the reputation will plummet."
Editor-in-Chief Shen was a little nervous: "So what do you mean?"
The editor-in-chief stood up and said, "Then let's review it first and then decide whether to publish it. Call all the editors who are not currently on field duty, put aside their work, and review this work as a group! We will try to finish reviewing it within a week, and then we can discuss whether to publish this work!"
Editor-in-Chief Shen's expression brightened, and he responded enthusiastically, "Okay! I'll call them right away! Yang Yin, go and form a discussion group and send the manuscript out for collective discussion!"
Editor-in-Chief Wu pursed his lips and said nothing. He looked very uncomfortable, but he couldn't say anything.
Yang Yin's heart rate was still high when he walked out of the editor-in-chief's office. He set up a discussion group and threw the 60-word manuscript to the group. The chat box immediately became lively.
"It's been a while since we've discussed a manuscript together. Whose manuscript is this time?"
"Wow, Editor Yang has received another phenomenal manuscript. He's about to take off."
"You can open the compressed file and take a look. I can only say that the novels that are successfully published in magazines may not be anything special, but the ones that are discussed in special seminars must have something interesting."
This message was sent by the most senior editor-in-chief in the company. After seeing it, colleagues opened the files that Yang Yin had sent to them one after another, and there was silence in the group for a while.
After a while, the group chat message exploded again.
"A 60-word manuscript, and it was sent directly in its entirety? That's amazing!"
"Today's young authors are more powerful than each other..."
Yang Yin couldn't help but smile. He took out his cell phone, considered his words, and sent a message to Wang Zixu:
[It has been reported to the editor-in-chief and has attracted the attention of the publishing house. As long as it passes the collective review, it is expected to be published. ]
He deliberately used conservative words, saying only that it was "promising to be published." In fact, he felt that it was already a sure thing.
But before things are done, it is best not to make too many promises. If something goes wrong, it will easily cause resentment.
After a long time, a message came back: [Waiting for good news. ]
Yang Yin put down his phone, opened the unread part of the manuscript, and was about to continue reading when Editor-in-Chief Wu suddenly passed by the office.
"Hey, you guys, don't interrogate me yet, wait a moment."
Yang Yin looked at him, not knowing what he was up to. He was half annoyed and half sneering, but on the surface he was polite: "But I have already sent the manuscript."
"Oh!" Editor-in-Chief Wu sighed, and rushed to the editor-in-chief's office as fast as he could, holding his cell phone as if he had found a treasure, and was going to report something to the editor-in-chief.
……
After Wang Zixu sent the manuscript to Yang Yin in the morning, he took an umbrella and went out.
It was always annoying to encounter such a drizzling day on the weekend. When he arrived at Nanjing University, he remembered that he had given the key to Diao Yiwen. No one should be at the magazine office today, so he was ready to go home, but he thought that since he was already here, it was useless to go to the office.
To his surprise, someone from the community was there. Chen Qingluo was there.
The gray-yellow rain curtain was used as watercolor, painting the windows of the room into several gloomy paintings. The girl sat alone in the middle of the room, with a table and a chair, holding a thin book in her hands, and the scene was also like a painting.
The prince held his breath, afraid of startling the person in the picture. Chen Qingluo still noticed him, slowly raised her head from the book, then lowered it again, and glanced at him as if brushing away the dust on her shoulders.
Wang Zixu felt that his existence was insignificant. After hesitating for a while, he put his umbrella on the shelf at the door, wiped the water off his shoes outside the door, and walked into the room.
Chen Qingluo was reading quietly. The clock was ticking, the rain was dripping, and the pages of the book were occasionally rustling. At this time, Wang Zixu remembered that he should say hello to Chen Qingluo, but the opportunity had been missed. He sat on the chair for a while, and the experience was like being in prison.
"I recently learned a very interesting piece of trivia," Wang Zixu finally said the first sentence after entering the house, "When it rains, shoes always get wet."
"Cha-"
The pages of the book rustled softly, making a loud sound in the room. Chen Qingluo turned to the next page without giving any respect.
Wang Zixu realized that he was destroying the environment and shut his mouth tactfully.
As a result, Chen Qingluo lost her composure and put down the book: "Go on?"
"Hey, aren't you reading a book?"
“What happened to shoes when it rained?”
"When it rains, no matter how far forward I hold my umbrella, my shoes always get wet, and it always gets from the tip of the shoe to the instep. Do you know why?"
Chen Qingluo blinked her eyes: "First of all, we can rule out the possibility that the legs are too long."
As she spoke, she stretched out her long legs under the table. The prince pretended not to see.
"The correct answer is that the water on the soles of the shoes is thrown into the air when you walk and falls on the toes of the shoes," said Wang Zixu.
"..."
After a long while, Chen Qingluo finally said, "So boring."
Wang Zixu was deeply shocked.
Chen Qingluo stretched, her waist bent, her clothes pushed up, revealing her curved waistline. She yawned, turned around and said, "So boring, let's go play mahjong."
"Why are you throwing eggs too?"
"You've heard the saying, 'In Nanyang University, even dogs play ball'?"
Wang Zixu nodded: "I've heard of it."
He remembered that Chen Qingluo was also a student of Nanjing University.
Chen Qingluo said: "I was the one who started this trend."
The prince was speechless.
He thought that he was admitted to Nanda, which was a bit romantic, "I came to your city and walked the way you came." But he didn't expect that the thing that Chen Qingluo left behind in Nanda, dormant for several years, and finally hit him accurately, was actually throwing eggs.
So he and Chen Qingluo went to the restaurant at the end of the universe to play throwing eggs.
It takes four people to play the game of throwing eggs. He and Chen Qingluo only have two, and even with Sartre, it's not enough. He called Zhao Peilin, who said, "What, throwing eggs? I haven't played it for a long time. I'm preparing for the Feishi Suihan Literature Award now. Aren't you preparing too? You're so fucking lazy."
After a while, he met Wang Zixu and Chen Qingluo at the restaurant entrance. He touched his head embarrassedly and said, "Let me play one last farewell match, otherwise I will not feel at ease."
Now there were three people missing one. Zhao Peilin wanted to call Xu Rongrong, but Xu Rongrong went to the movies with her bestie and asked on the phone who was still stuck in school on the weekend? The three looked at each other in bewilderment. This sentence made them all scolded.
Fortunately, thanks to the atmosphere brought up by Chen Qingluo, even a dog in Nanda can throw eggs. The three of them just walked into the restaurant casually. Wang Zixu went in to find the bathroom and passed by a single table. He saw Xiao Mengyin sitting there alone drinking coffee.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Wang Zixu pointed at Xiao Mengyin and waved towards Zhao Peilin.
Xiao Mengyin was very unhappy. She put the teacup on the table and said, "Are you visiting the zoo?"
Wang Zixu said, "Would you like to play throwing eggs? We are short of one of the three of us."
"Who are you? I don't know you."
Wang Zixu stretched out his hand and gestured: "We have met twice, how come you don't recognize me?"
Xiao Mengyin rolled his eyes. Chen Qingluo walked behind Wang Zixu at this time. Xiao Mengyin stared at her with a look of confusion on his face.
"Okay, but just one game."
Zhao Peilin was somewhat excited and somewhat proud to see Xiao Mengyin. The last time they met, Xiao Mengyin had determined that they would not be able to win the first prize of Fei Shi, which made him very dissatisfied. He had been working hard at home during this period of time to win this honor. However, Xiao Mengyin seemed to have completely forgotten about it and she didn't care about it at all.
After the four of them sat down, she stared at Chen Qingluo and asked, "Have we met somewhere before?"
Chen Qingluo said succinctly: "I don't know him."
Wang Zixu smiled secretly. He suspected that Chen Qingluo was helping him to avenge his past. But it could also be just a coincidence.
Zhao Peilin drew four cards, two hearts and two spades, shuffled them face up, and placed them on the table: "Come on, divide them into groups."
Xiao Mengyin said: "No need to divide, he was my partner last time, so let's just do it the same way as last time."
The prince thought humbly, don’t you remember this?
Chen Qingluo said: "What last time? I don't know. I came here with him. I'm his partner."
Xiao Mengyin said, "Aren't you three together? Wait a minute, are you setting up a trap? You have a conspiracy."
"It's not gambling, what's the point of the game?"
"Even though they don't gamble money, they will feel good about winning from me."
"What kind of dirty words are you talking about? You will feel good about it, too. What are you afraid of?"
"You...you are the obscene one!"
Seeing that they were getting more and more outrageous, Zhao Peilin quickly reached out to stop them: "Listen to me, let's split up into partners, this way it will be fairer."
The prince raised his hands in agreement.
In the end, Wang Zixu and Xiao Mengyin were in the same group.
Wang Zixu felt that Chen Qingluo's gaze was a bit scary. At this time, his cell phone rang. When he picked it up, he saw a message from Yang Yin.
He clenched his fist fiercely. Zhao Peilin beside him asked, "What's wrong? What good thing happened?"
"nothing."
Zhao Peilin remembered and asked, "Didn't you submit your manuscript to Ancient City? Was it accepted?"
Wang Zixu shook his head: "Rejected."
"Ah."
Xiao Mengyin smiled coldly: "You guys are still thinking about winning the award?"
(End of this chapter)