Chapter 162 Long time no see
Chief Editor Wu’s speech was all over the place. Yang Yin didn’t know that he had the courage to bring this manuscript over, but he had to temper him first.
"Editor Wu, the quality of this manuscript is really high..."
Editor Wu said: "High quality? 600,000 words, have you finished reading it?"
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“No…”
“How dare you say the quality is high before you’ve finished reading it?”
Yang Yin has a hard time saying. It was 600,000 words, and even after the review meeting, he couldn’t even finish it. If he had time to read it, would he still need to say hello to Editor Shen in advance?
Chief Editor Wu added: "When I heard 600,000 words, I felt strange. What kind of article needs to be written to 600,000 words? It's not about writing online articles. Our agency's manuscript fee standard is among the first-class standards in the industry. Are you sure that this 60 will be written from beginning to end? No redundant words? Are you sure this author is not cheating on manuscript fees?" Editor Shen finally couldn't sit still: "Editor Wu, these are all unfounded things!"
Editor Wu did not follow up on the argument, and immediately said: "Okay, then I won't talk about unnecessary things, but practical issues. Yang Yin, let me ask you, if 600,000 words are used for serialization, how much will it cost? How long does it take to finish the issue? ”
Yang Yin said: “If each issue is 20,000 words, it will be 30 issues. If each issue is 30,000 words, it will be 20 issues.”
"How long will it take?"
"Two to three years."
Editor Wu asked: "What is the rated number of pages per issue of our magazine?"
"100 pages to 150 pages."
"How many words per page?"
"One thousand to fifteen hundred words."
"What is the printing cost per page?"
Yang Yin was silent for a while: "I don't know this."
Director Wu said: "Let me tell you, the cost per page is 12.5 cents. The circulation of our magazine is 80,000 copies. If you publish 30,000 words per issue, that is 20 pages. Every month, the printing cost of this manuscript is 200,000! In the next two years, it will be 200,000 every month!
"This is the reason why we rarely give serialization opportunities to newcomers. There are too many uncontrollable factors. There are only a hundred pages in each issue. If you read more, others will read less. If you are serialized in every issue, how easy is it for problems to arise? What's more, you have to serialize it for two years, how much room for things to go wrong in the meantime? ”
After Editor Wu finished speaking, even Yang Yin was shaken. He knew what Editor Wu said was correct, and his own opposition proved how much resistance there would be.
Editor Shen spoke up: "Editor Wu, you are only calculating small accounts, not big accounts."
Editor Wu was obviously dissatisfied: "Then tell me what your big accounts are?"
“First, although Wang Zixu is still a newcomer now, as long as his work is published, he will no longer be a newcomer.”
Wu The editor immediately protested: "You are making excuses!"
"Listen to me." Editor Shen raised his hand to interrupt him, "I have read the beginning of this work, and I can see that it is a very ambitious work. Its potential may be greater than we can imagine. Once published, this author will definitely be able to enter the literary world with dignity. You just worried that he is a newcomer, I think it is unnecessary."
Chief Editor Wu sneered: "That's one, what about the second and third?"
"Second, if we don't publish his manuscript, he will get it published by other magazines. If it is published in a smaller magazine, the influence will definitely not be great. It may even be buried. You should know about "Ordinary World", right?" Editor Wu objected: "This is only good for the author, but what good is it for our magazine?"
Chief Editor Shen said: "What you said is too narrow-minded. This is an author we have cultivated ourselves. If his work is a huge success, how many authors like him can he be inspired by? We can attract more submissions from outstanding authors and build a healthier creative soil. This is a silent benefit."
Editor Wu kept shaking his head, obviously Editor Shen did not He was not convinced:
"The premise of all this you imagined is that this work can really be a huge success as you said. What if it is the other way around? We will cause criticism! Even if the response is only mediocre, we will not be as good as we are, and we will be criticized."
"Enough."
After listening to the two arguing for a long time, the editor-in-chief finally spoke.
“Editor Wu is right, but Editor Shen is also right.”
When the editor-in-chief said the first half of the sentence, Yang Yin almost had a cardiac arrest, and she felt better after hearing the second half. 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 published in a long series, depends on its quality. I read the beginning, and it is good, but we need to study whether the subsequent chapters are equally good.
"After all, long-form serialization is a protracted battle, which is different from publishing it in one go. It must be higher and higher each time to convince readers. If the subsequent articles are not better than the previous ones, even if the quality remains the same, readers will be tired of it. Over time, they will forget what they said in the previous articles, and eventually the reputation will plummet."
Editor Shen is a little nervous : "What do you mean?"
The editor-in-chief stood up: "Then we will review it and then decide whether to publish it or not. Call all the editors who are not currently out in the field, put their work aside, and look at this work as a group! We will try to finish it within a week, and then we will discuss whether to publish this work!"
Chief Editor Shen’s expression brightened, and he responded enthusiastically: “Okay! I’m going to call! Yang Yin, go and organize a discussion group, and send the manuscripts to the collective discussion!”
Chief Editor Wu pursed his lips and said nothing. He looked very uncomfortable, but couldn’t say anything.
When Yang Yin walked out of the editor-in-chief’s office, his heart rate was still high. He formed a discussion group, packaged and dumped the 600,000-word manuscript into the group, and the chat box immediately became lively.
“It’s been a long time since we discussed a manuscript collectively, whose manuscript is it this time?”
“Wow, Editor Yang has received another phenomenal manuscript, and it’s about to take off.”
"You can open the compressed package and take a look. I can only say that the novels that have successfully been published in the magazine may not be special, but the ones discussed at the conference must have something special."
This message was sent by the most senior editor-in-chief in the agency. After seeing it, colleagues opened the files that Yang Yin sent to them, and there was silence in the group for a while.
After a while, the group chat message exploded again.
“A manuscript of 600,000 words, and the full text is published directly? How awesome!”
“Today’s young authors are more powerful than the other...”
Yang Yin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. He took out his mobile phone, considered the words, and sent a message to Wang Zixu:
[It has been reported to the editor-in-chief, which has attracted the attention of the society. As long as it is approved by the collective review, it is expected to be published. 】
He deliberately used conservative words and only said "it is expected to be published." In fact, he felt that he was already very sure.
But before things are done, it is best not to talk too much. If something unexpected happens, it is easy to cause complaints.
After a long time, a message came back from there: [We are waiting for good news. 】
Yang Yin put down his cell phone, opened the unread part of the manuscript, and was about to continue reading when Chief Editor Wu suddenly passed by the office.
"Hey, you guys, stop interrogating now, wait a while."
Yang Yin looked at him, wondering what he was up to, half irritated and half sneered, on the surface he was polite : "But I have already sent the manuscript"
"Alas!" Editor Wu sighed and hurried to the editor-in-chief's office, holding his mobile phone as if he had found a treasure, to report something to the editor-in-chief.
…
After Wang Zixu sent the manuscript to Yang Yin in the morning, he took his umbrella and went out.
It’s always irritating to have such drizzling days on weekends. When he arrived at Nanda, he remembered that he had given the key to Diao Yiwen. There should be no one in the magazine office today. He was about to go home, but he thought that he had already come, so he went to the magazine in vain.
To his surprise, there was someone in the club. Chen Qingluo is here.
The gray-yellow rain curtain was painted with watercolor, and the windows of the room were painted into several gloomy paintings. The girl was sitting alone in the middle of the room, with a table and a chair, holding a thin book in her hands. The scene was also picturesque.
Wang Zixu held his breath for fear of shocking the person in the picture.
Chen Qingluo still noticed him. She slowly raised her head from the book, lowered it again, and glanced at him as if brushing off the dust on her shoulders.
Wang Zixu suddenly felt that his existence was insignificant. After some hesitation, he placed an umbrella on the shelf at the door, wiped the water off his shoes outside the door, and walked inside.
Chen Qingluo read quietly. The clock is ticking, the rain is pouring, and the pages of the book are crackling from time to time. Only then did Wang Zixu remember that he should say hello to Chen Qingluo, but he had already missed the opportunity. He sat in the chair for a while, feeling like he was in prison.
“I recently learned a very cool piece of trivia,” Wang Zixu finally said the first thing he said after entering the house, “When it rains, shoes are always wet.”
"Crack——"
The page of the book made a soft sound, which was loud in the room. Chen Qingluo turned to the next page without any shame.
Wang Zixu realized that he was a person who destroyed the environment, so he shut his mouth knowingly.
As a result, Chen Qingluo lost her composure and put down the book: "You continue?"
"Hey, aren't you reading?"
"What happens to the shoes when it rains?"
"When it rains, no matter how far forward the umbrella is, the shoes always get wet, and the part from the toe to the instep is always wet. Do you know the reason?"
Chen Qingluo blinked: "First of all, rule out that the legs are too long."
As she spoke, she stretched her long legs under the table. The prince pretended not to see it.
“The correct answer is that the water on the soles of the shoes is thrown into the air when walking and falls on the toes of the shoes.” Wang Zixu said.
“…”
After a long time, Chen Qingluo said: “It’s so boring.”
Wang Zixu was deeply hit.
Chen Qingluo stretched, her waist bent, and her clothes were pushed up, revealing her curved waist. She yawned, turned around and said, "It's so boring, let's go and crack eggs."
"Why do you also crack eggs?"
"You have heard of the saying, 'In NTU, even dogs can crack eggs,' right?"
Wang Zixu nodded: "I have heard of it."
He remembered that Chen Qingluo was also a student of NTU.
Chen Qingluo said: "I brought up this trend."
The prince was speechless.
He thought about getting admitted to Nanjing University, which had a romantic meaning, "I came to your city and walked the way you came." But what he didn't expect was that the thing that Chen Qingluo left behind at Nanda, dormant for several years, and finally hit him accurately turned out to be an egg.
So he and Chen Qingluo went to the restaurant at the end of the universe to crack eggs.
It takes four people to whip eggs. He and Chen Qingluo only have two combined, plus Sartre is not enough. He called Zhao Peilin, and Zhao Peilin said on the phone, what, whisking eggs? I stopped fighting long ago. I am now preparing for the Feishi Suihan Literary Award. Aren't you preparing too? You're such a fucking slacker.
After a while, he met Wang Zixu and Chen Qingluo at the door of the restaurant. He rubbed his head in embarrassment and said, I should play a farewell game at the end, otherwise I will not feel at ease.
So now it’s a three-in-one situation. Zhao Peilin wanted to call Xu Rongrong, but Xu Rongrong went to watch a movie with her best friend, and she was still talking on the phone about who was still stuck in school over the weekend? The three people looked at each other in shock after hearing this, and they were all scolded by this sentence.
Fortunately, thanks to the atmosphere brought by Chen Qingluo, even a dog in Nanda can crack eggs. The three of them walked into the restaurant casually. Wang Zixu walked in and looked for the bathroom. Passing by a single table, he glanced at Xiao Mengyin sitting there drinking coffee alone.
“Ai! Ai! Ai!”
Wang Zixu pointed at Xiao Mengyin and waved to Zhao Peilin.
Xiao Mengyin was very unhappy. She put the teacup on the table and said, "Are you visiting the zoo?"
Wang Zixu said: "Are you coming to catch the eggs? We are missing one of the three."
"Who are you? I don't know you."
Wang Zixu stretched out his hand Gesture: "I've met twice before, why don't you recognize me yet?"
Xiao Mengyin's eyes rolled around. Chen Qingluo walked up behind Wang Zixu. Xiao Mengyin stared at her with a look of confusion on his face.
“Okay, it’s just one round.”
Zhao Peilin was a little excited and a little proud when he saw Xiao Mengyin. The last time they met, Xiao Mengyin categorically concluded that they could not win Feishi's first prize, which made him very unconvinced. During this time, he worked hard at home just to win this reputation. But Xiao Mengyin seemed to have completely forgotten about it, and she didn't care about it at all.
After the four people sat down, she stared at Chen Qingluo and asked, "Have we met somewhere?"
Chen Qingluo said concisely and concisely: "I don't know you."
Wang Zixu smiled secretly, he was a little suspicious that this was Chen Qingluo trying to avenge himself. But it could also just be a coincidence.
Zhao Peilin pulled out four cards, two hearts and two spades, shuffled them face up and put them on the table: "Come, group them."
Xiao Mengyin said: "No need to divide, he was my partner last time, just follow the last one."
The prince thought to himself, don't you remember?
Chen Qingluo said: "What last time? I don't know. I came with him, I partnered with him."
Xiao Mengyin said : "Aren't you three together? Wait a minute, isn't it a game? You have a conspiracy."
"It's not gambling, what game is it?"
"Although you don't gamble, you will get pleasure from me."
"What dirty words are you talking about? That way you will feel good, what are you afraid of?"
"You...you It’s just obscene!”
Seeing that the words were getting more and more outrageous, Zhao Peilin quickly reached out to stop them: “Listen to me, let’s split up, it’s more fair.”
The prince raised his hands in agreement.
In the end, it was still a group of Wang Zixu and Xiao Mengyin.
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 that he had just received a message from Yang Yin.
He clenched his fist fiercely, and Zhao Peilin next to him asked: "What's wrong? Did something good happen to you?"
"Nothing."
Zhao Peilin thought about it and said, "Didn't your manuscript be submitted to "The Ancient City"? Did it pass?"
Wang Zixu shook his head: "Rejected."
"Huh."
Xiao Mengyin smiled coldly: "You still want to win the prize?"
(End of this chapter)