Zhu Shengchang was still thinking about the manuscript until he got off work. No, as soon as he went to work the next day, he began to urge Meng Guowei to submit it for review.
Again, the first battle after the establishment of "Contemporary" must be fought beautifully.
Not only must the quantity of works be sufficient, but the quality must not be sloppy either.
If you come across a good work, don’t miss it.
Meng Guowei also felt pressure in his heart, or in other words, everyone in "Contemporary" magazine was holding their breath.
Whether it’s a mule or a horse, it has to be taken out for a walk.
So, this time he did not shirk anymore, but straightened his posture with the stack of manuscripts that caught his eye, and knocked on the door of Qin Zhaoyang's office unhurriedly.
"Enter."
The old voice disappeared in a flash.
Open the door, come in, close the door.
Then, all you have to do is wait patiently.
After a while, Meng Guowei came out.
Before he could sit down, Zhu Shengchang stretched his neck and asked, "Lao Meng, how are you? What did the editor-in-chief say?"
"You are too anxious. The editor-in-chief is so old and reads the manuscript carefully. How can he get the results so quickly?" Meng Guowei said. Qin Zhaoyang is sixty-three years old this year. He is about to retire. Naturally, it cannot be compared with those who are still relatively young.
Zhu Shengchang sighed: "It's not that I'm impatient, it's that our magazine cannot be delayed."
"Who doesn't know this? But the more times like this, the less we can mess up." Meng Guowei said loudly: "We are editors and we are responsible for the magazine. By selecting good works, we have fulfilled our responsibilities. "
Zhu Shengchang opened his mouth: "But..."
"What? You still don't believe in the editor's vision? How could the editor of such a good article be wrong?" Seeing that Zhu Shengchang seemed to want to say something more, Meng Guowei pretended to blame him.
"Hey, considering my age, I still don't have enough concentration." Zhu Shengchang scratched his head, sat down embarrassedly, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and continued to review the manuscript.
In the afternoon, the door to the editor's office opened, and Meng Guowei and Zhu Shengchang were called in. Zhu Shengchang's heart suddenly became suspicious. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
"Xiao Zhu, how are you? Can you still adapt to the work in the editorial department?" Qin Zhaoyang asked with concern. Zhu Shengchang is a good comrade. When the bosses like them retire, he may become the head of "Contemporary".
Zhu Shengchang said: "It's good, we are all acquaintances. However, the work of the editorial department is still inseparable from the guidance of the editor-in-chief."
"By the way, editor-in-chief, there is a manuscript that I wonder if you have read."
"You are talking about the article "Li Shisan Pushing the Mill"," the old man picked up the top manuscript. "Meng Guowei has already mentioned it to me. It is very good and the writing is quite good."
"What, is there a problem?"
"No problem, it just fits the style of our magazine..." Zhu Shengchang suddenly reacted: "Editor-in-Chief, do you mean this manuscript has been passed?"
Qin Zhaoyang pondered for a moment and praised: "Although the writing is still a little immature, the overall structure and narrative method of the article are excellent, and the quality of the work is also outstanding. I think this manuscript can be used!"
Qin Zhaoyang is now the deputy director and editor-in-chief of the editorial department. He cannot be said to have a single say in the selection of manuscripts, but at least he plays a decisive role.
Seeing that he expressed his support for this manuscript to be published, Zhu Shengchang's worries disappeared and he smiled, "Very good, the editor-in-chief said it well!"
It's good news that Jiang Yulou's manuscript has passed the review of the editorial department of "Contemporary" magazine, but he doesn't know this yet.
Although he was very confident in the quality of his manuscript, he would not be surprised if a literary work was rejected by a review editor.
As mentioned before, this is an era when domestic literary magazines are blooming. If "Contemporary" does not pass, the worst thing is to spend some time to find another magazine to submit articles. Anyway, even if an editor is mistaken, it will not be able to influence the national literature. Did the editors make mistakes?
Are you saying the style doesn’t match?
There are always magazines that appreciate this style.
Therefore, he never worried. In addition, the family is relatively well off financially, let alone well-off, but he will never be hungry.
After submitting the manuscript, Jiang Yulou has already started thinking about what to write for his second novel.
There were too many stories and too many choices in his mind. For a while, he had no idea what type of novel to write.
Scar literature, reform literature, avant-garde literature...
Various types of literary genres appear on the stage, making people feel overwhelmed.
Can you write these?
Can write.
But he didn't want to write.
Because he doesn’t want to be a follower of trends, but rather a person who starts trends.
For example, regarding loess literature, although he cannot be the pioneer, it seems good to be a promoter and pioneer. At a very young age, he did not forget his roots and cherished his hometown. At a more advanced level, he was carrying on his unique learning for the saints.
He is a native of Shaanxi and has poor legs in the countryside. What kind of scar literature can he write?
Are you an educated youth? Do you understand other people's pain?
Are you a government employee? What reform do you know?
You are a weakling, not even a college student. Do you know what avant-garde literature is?
After thinking about this, Jiang Yulou understood what he should write.
The Loess Plateau of Shaanxi and the land of Guanzhong are his roots and his nutrition.
If he wants to write, he also wants to write loess literature!
At least, that was the case before he became famous.
After figuring it out, Jiang Yulou was in a good mood.
He already has an idea about the work. He just needs to accumulate the materials for the new work and has to wait for the submission results of "Contemporary".
Jiang Yulou has recently become a celebrity in the class, and there are many people around him who care about him.
These classmates have become fans of his books.
Jiang Yulou felt proud, but his face still looked calm.
He was sitting in his seat, holding in his hand the notes that Tang Yuewen lent him.
Now that there is no pressure on writing, it is time to review my homework.
For him, learning is as important as writing. Although the name of a college student is not the most important to him, it is a good name, right?
After being complimented by his good brother, the girl he liked, and his classmates, Jiang Yulou felt that he was inflated.
Good guy, the classmates were not polite at all. They kept blowing and blowing so hard that he almost became a literary giant.
But he dare not not expand!
In fact, he has yet to reply to any of his novels.
During lunch, the two naturally sat together.
Jiang Yulou asked with concern: "How is the novel going?"
"..." Tang Yuewen remained silent.
She has no inspiration at all, how to write.
"By the way, I have an idea, why don't you think about it?"
Jiang Yulou did not wait for her to refuse and spoke directly: "The story is like this. There was a girl named Wenwen who came off the late shift on a rainy night and missed the last train. She met a strange young man on the road. The enthusiastic young man took her home on his bicycle.
Along the way, Wenwen went from being wary of this young man to trusting him, and finally developed a liking for him, rekindling her yearning for a better life. After that, Wenwen had been looking forward to meeting the young man again, but the young man never showed up. Wenwen has been looking forward to it and firmly believes that beautiful love will definitely come true. "
Wenwen?
Tang Yuewen raised her head, was he hinting at something?
