Lao Meng is really not feeling right today!
The editors stayed there for a while, whispering among themselves.
Zhu Shengchang frowned, picked up the manuscript "Love Letter" that Meng Weizai placed on the table, and then returned to his seat.
"'Love Letter'? Is this Jiang Yulou's new book?"
This was the first time Zhu Shengchang had seen such a straightforward book title, and he became curious.
After all, it is definitely not an ordinary work that can make Lao Meng swear.
Speaking of which, he was the editor who really discovered Jiang Yulou, a young writer. At that time, Jiang Yulou was only a high school student and had no reputation at all.
Thinking about it now, Zhu Shengchang couldn't help but sigh at the ingeniousness of the opportunity.
"Hey, let me see what he wrote."
After Zhu Shengchang made himself a cup of tea, he half leaned on the chair, and then opened the manuscript with some curiosity. After all, it was Jiang Yulou's new book. Even if it was a youth love theme that puzzled all editors, he had it after all. He was somewhat interested, and Meng Weizai also announced his optimism for this work in public, so he had to treat it more cautiously.
Is it fun to read?
The answer is relative.
Einstein once interpreted his theory of relativity humorously: "If you sit next to a beautiful girl for two hours, it will feel like only one minute has passed; if you sit next to the stove for one minute, it will feel like two hours have passed."
Zhu Shengchang knows Einstein, but he may not necessarily know this interpretation, but the principles are always the same. If he were to read a nonsense novel, his days would be like years. But when reading an excellent literary work, he will feel that time passes very, very fast, as if the more than one hour break at noon has passed in an instant.
Although Zhu Shengchang has not forgotten about food and sleep, he has forgotten his lunch break.
Lunch break is a common practice in contemporary editorial offices. Most editors are old. Without proper rest, it can easily affect their working status in the afternoon.
Their work may be ordinary, but it is related to a writer's future and must be treated with caution.
However, Zhu Shengchang obviously did not take a lunch break today, but his spirit remained in a high state.
Because until he started working in the afternoon, he was still looking at Jiang Yulou's "Love Letter" manuscript.
work?
He is at work now, working overtime for free and making selfless contributions.
Zhu Shengchang was completely attracted by the youth love literature "Love Letter" and read it carefully. He did not even hear the noise in the editorial department.
Meng Weizai had returned at this time. He had noticed Zhu Shengchang's abnormality, but he just smiled.
He understood Zhu Shengchang's state at this time very well, because he came here this morning too. "Love Letter" must be published. Now even if Jiang Yulou changes his mind and says that he wants to write about spy war suspense themes, Meng Weizai will not be happy. Jiang Yulou is so If you know how to write about youth love, just write this!
What kind of spy suspense writing is this? Is that worthy of being called a literary work?
At this time, Qin Zhaoyang, the director of the magazine, found Meng Weizai. Seeing Zhu Shengchang reading the manuscript carefully, he nodded with satisfaction: "Xiao Meng, I heard that the kid wrote another great work?"
"How did you know?"
"It seems true?"
"Yes, it is a very remarkable literary work. I even think it is comparable to "Butterfly Lovers"."
"Is it such a high rating?"
"Perhaps it is not yet a literary achievement, but "Love Letter" is definitely very special."
Qin Zhaoyang pondered for a moment and looked at Zhu Shengchang who was still immersed in reading. Judging from some of the expressions on his face, he was really into it.
"We have not published youth love literature in our contemporary era."
"There's always a first time."
Qin Zhaoyang fell into a long silence again. It was not until his brows relaxed that he smiled and said, "Then you review it first. If everything passes, I will approve it."
"Thank you, director."
Qin Zhaoyang patted Meng Weizai on the shoulder, "Don't thank me, it's all work. On the contrary, I should thank you."
Not long after he left, Zhu Shengchang also read the manuscript in its entirety, especially at the end. Nv Jingchu saw the portrait that Nong Jingchu had drawn for herself on the back of the library card, so he did not reply to Qiu Ya. He A word flashed through my mind, "Can this feeling be remembered as a memory? It was just that I was at a loss at the time."
When he looked up, he happened to see Meng Weizai across the desk. He sighed: "Old Meng, Jiang Yulou will be a very great writer in the future."
"Now he is." Meng Weizai said with a smile.
…
Writing brings joy, especially when you know that what you write now will bring you wealth that in this day and age can be considered huge.
Just when he was writing vigorously, the shouts from the corridor disturbed Jiang Yulou's interest in writing.
"Jade Tower, Jade Tower..."
"Who will it be at this time..."
Jiang Yulou frowned slightly, and just when he was about to condemn, someone broke into the dormitory.
"Yulou, Director Ji is looking for you!"
Jiang Yulou: "..."
Director Ji's office.
"Editor Meng?"
Jiang Yulou looked at the man sitting on Director Ji's sofa in surprise.
"Haha, Yulou. I have finished reading your new work, and I have to say that Yulou is so talented. This development of the story is completely unexpected. On the surface, the letter is an exchange between Qiu Ya and the female Jingchu, but in fact it is between a male and a female. Jingchu and Nv Jingchu perform a spiritual dialogue that transcends time and space in their lost memories."
Meng Weizai said a lot of praises in one breath, and Jiang Yulou could only express his gratitude while he was breathing.
"Thank you, Editor Meng, your approval is the best affirmation for me."
It has only been one day, and the contemporary magazine has made a decision?
In other words, this novel is good enough, so good that contemporary readers don’t want to waste any time on it.
Of course, this is good news for him. After all, once the novel is published, he will receive royalties.
"Yulou, your "Love Letter" will definitely be published by our contemporary magazine. Please be sure to choose our contemporary magazine!"
Writers at Jiang Yulou's level actually have the ability to choose magazines. In order not to miss this excellent work, Meng Weizai must ensure that nothing goes wrong.
Although Jiang Yulou was not that kind of person in his impression, Meng Weizai did not want to take any risks: "Our magazine will still give this work the highest domestic royalties. If the sales are considerable, the magazine will also promote the novel. Single volume."
"Then, happy cooperation!" Jiang Yulou happily agreed to the other party's conditions.
Meng Weizai was stunned for a moment, then reacted, smiled and stretched out his hand: "Teacher Jiang, happy cooperation!"
