Chapter 164 Ordinary World

Chapter 164 The Ordinary World

“Because I said it.” Chen Qingluo said.

If arrogance were classified into different levels, Wang Zixu could barely keep up with General Pan Feng; Chen Qingluo took it for granted, her thin lips were slightly hooked and her eyes flashed, full of the overbearing temperament of "Zixu and Luo Ye are the only heroes in the world", she was the most arrogant person in the world.

Cao Cao mentally sentenced Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, Liu Biao, and Liu Zhang to death when they were still alive; Chen Qingluo, sitting on the small egg-beating card table at NTU, could actually remotely control "Get", the most influential magazine in the country, and her spirit could rival Cao Cao.

Why? Because I said it.

It seems that there is no need to say more about who “I” am. Anyway, "I" have said so. Because "I" said it, you don't have to doubt it, just believe it.

Wang Zixu remembered that she was like this many years ago - when she introduced herself to the class and said in front of the whole class: I am the high school student with the best composition in Xihe. It's not because I have high scores, it's because according to my visual inspection, no one can write better than me.

After saying that, she walked down from the podium and walked towards Wang Zixu without even looking at him. There are many things worth remembering in life, but this scene is the only one that Prince Xu will never forget.

At this time, Chen Qingluo's figure was projected in his eyes, arousing the memories lurking deep in his memory. The distant figure and the figure in front of him stirred up together. Wang Zixu's emotions also boiled up.

Wang Zixu was still a young newcomer and had shot all the Nobel Prize-winning works. That was his most arrogant era. Even then he did not dare to contribute to "Get". But today he suddenly believed that he could shoot. There is no other reason, just because she said it.

Everyone was shocked.

The reason why people were shocked was not because Chen Qingluo's tiger body shook and exuded a domineering aura, but because Shi Shuqiu, who was sitting at the table, did not dare to say that he could get "Get" published. They saw that Chen Qingluo had a good appearance and good temperament, and they all began to guess her identity, whether she was a conglomerate from the East China Sea or a little princess from the Beijing circle.

Xiao Mengyin is more rational. She dared to speak, opened her mouth and asked: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that if there is only one place in the literary world that is not the inbreeding mess that Shi Shuqiu mentioned, that place should be the editorial department of "Getting". I don't judge "Getting" because of who I am. "Get" will publish his manuscript. I am convinced that no matter who I am, whether "Get" will accept his manuscript will not be affected by me, so I said "Get" will definitely accept his manuscript, understand?

"Xiao Mengyin, you just said that talented writers must rarely have their manuscripts rejected. This is wrong. There are many talented writers who have their manuscripts rejected. And for those writers who have never been rejected, if you count them up, they either have a father who is a professor or a mother who is a literary editor. Everyone has likes and dislikes about literature. There are trade-offs, and editors are no exception. If you submit a manuscript and encounter an editor who is not suitable for your brainwave, it will be easily rejected. This is the same for no matter how big a writer is.

“Submitting a manuscript is a process of trial and error. How can you test your own quality without being rejected once or twice? Unless you are extremely talented and have thoroughly studied the preferences of editors in major journals and magazines, like me, your manuscript will not be rejected. But how many of me are there in the world?

"Being rejected is not scary at all. What is scary is encountering those distorted and deformed systems of inbreeding. Yes, I am talking about you, Shi Shuqiu. Because "The Ancient City" was rejected, "Yangtze River" will also be rejected. This may not be surprising to you, but you have I have never thought that not all authors have a father who is a writer. Domestic magazines are like conjoined twins. How can ordinary authors protect their works? How many detours do they have to go through to get proper respect?

"Literary magazines ushered in their glory 20 years ago, with a circulation of more than one million copies. What now? Aren't all magazines relying on subscriptions from government agencies and universities to survive? A circulation of 30,000 to 40,000 is enough to make a living. Some time ago, Internet celebrities were asked to bring goods and distribute one issue. The circulation has exceeded 100,000, and the entire magazine is celebrating.

“Yes, you people say it is because of the impact of new media on the Internet, but we are also facing impact. Why are the paper publishing in neighboring Japan and South Korea doing so well? Literature has become a thing for a small group of people to entertain themselves, and then they engage in inbreeding. It is strange that the market does not shrink.

"That's all I'll say here. It's not a shame that his manuscript was rejected. I have to thank them for rejecting it because its quality is enough to be listed in "Get". I should thank you for polishing it. Not only does it want to be in "Get", but it also wants to win the first prize. Whoever rejects the manuscript will be embarrassed by that time. I will do this That's what I said."

After Chen Qingluo finished speaking, the scene suddenly became silent. After a while, Zhao Peilin wiped his sweat and whispered: "Damn, it was so fun to scold!"

Shi Shuqiu was disgraced. For the first time in his life, he experienced what it means to be bloody. The woman in front of him scolded the literary world and magazines, but he felt that every word was like a knife, and the handle was stabbed into his heart, as if he was responsible for the current situation in the literary world.

Xiao Mengyin said with great difficulty: "It is difficult for me to understand what you said. I am also an ordinary writer from an ordinary family. I did not understand what you said. Oh, by the way, you may not know that I was the first prize winner of the last Feishi Literary Award. I said you can't win the first prize."

A trace of a joking smile appeared on Chen Qingluo's face: "I don't What the hell is the winner of the first prize? I am Chen Qingluo, the winner of the 7th New Talent Award, the National Outstanding Short Story Award, the Lu Xun Literature Award, and the Outstanding Youth Award. I think I can win it." After saying that, she tossed her hair and said, "Who can't tell me the name of the dish?"

"Chen Qingluo?"

Amidst the slightly shocked questions, the second buddy next to him suddenly fell from the chair to the ground.

His upper body was lying on the table, his clothes were turned up to expose his belly, like an old turtle with a frightened expression.

"Chen Qingluo?" Xiao Mengyin stood up, her tone gradually getting excited, "Are you Chen Qingluo?"

This "ouch" voice, Alarming many people in the restaurant, Chen Qingluo threw down the cards in her hand, grabbed Wang Zixu, and whispered: "Quickly leave."

So the two of them left in a hurry, without any time to look at the mess left behind.

Wang Zixu asked in a low voice: "Is it appropriate to just leave like this?"

"After pretending to be a coward, why don't we wait to expose it?"

Wang Zixu looked at her doubtfully: "What you said is the truth. You have indeed won so many awards."

Chen Qingluo bit her lip: "I'm talking about you! Do you think you can really be on "Get"?"

"Can't you?" Wang Zixu was immediately disappointed.

"Of course not. If possible, why don't I let you directly vote for "Get"?"

The prince looked like a dehydrated cucumber, his whole body was wilted. He thought Chen Qingluo was serious just now, and he was delighted for a long time.

Chen Qingluo cleared her throat: "You can't do it now, but if you start from now and revise the novel from beginning to end within a month, maybe you can."

"Is that so?"

Wang Zixu's expression suddenly became serious.

It sounds impossible to complete the changes within a month. But from a certain perspective, it was exactly what he wanted. There is some self-destructive part in Wang Zixu's character, and perhaps Chen Qingluo's request caters to this part.

But he had long wanted to improve that article. Rather, it would be a pity even if it passed the draft if it was not corrected. If it was corrected, he would be satisfied even if it failed the draft. It's such a simple and naive idea.

Wang Zixu suddenly asked: "By the way, did you know that I would be rejected by "Yangtze River" before? Are the hidden rules that Shi Shuqiu mentioned true?"

He recalled that Chen Qingluo had encouraged him to submit his manuscript before During "Yangtze River", he and Ning Chunyan were sneaking around, only urging him to make a quick investment, but when asked why, they kept it secret. Reminiscent of the "conventions" mentioned by Shi Shuqiu, Wang Zixu speculated that they were two veterans who knew the rules of the industry well and had already anticipated the current situation.

Chen Qingluo’s face fell: “I wasn’t sure before. If I knew I couldn’t vote, why would I let you vote?

"There are such unspoken rules in the industry, but now the more unspoken rule is that you will never reveal whose submissions you have rejected, especially those from famous people."

After a pause, she added: "Do you know about Lu Yao and "The Ordinary World"?"

"Yes, the manuscript was rejected." Wang Zi nodded weakly.

“Do you know who rejected the manuscript?”

Wang Zixu shook his head. He only knows that the road to becoming a god in "The Ordinary World" is very difficult, but he doesn't know exactly how many times it was rejected and by whom.

Chen Qingluo said: "Many people think that "The Ordinary World" is Lu Yao's first famous work. In fact, it is not. Lu Yao had written "Life" before that and was already a famous writer in the literary world. He was the vice chairman of their local Writers Association at the time, and Jia Pingwa each held up half of the sky. He is not a poor little author in the public impression, he is a hot and big writer."

This was indeed something Wang Zixu didn’t know. He opened his eyes wide: "Then he will also be rejected?"

"Yes," Chen Qingluo nodded seriously, "At that time, "Modern" magazine sent a young intern editor to them to compile articles. Authors of Lu Yao's level should not be accessible to him.

"Manuscripts of well-known authors will never be handed over to magazines easily. They will call the magazine directly to inquire whether they are interested. They will hand over the manuscript only after confirming their intention.

"The intern editor is a son of a miner. Lu Yao may have taken a fancy to the intern editor's background and thought that he would definitely appreciate his work, so he handed the manuscript to him. As a result, the intern editor rejected the manuscript without even reading it.

"It stands to reason that for an author of Lu Yao's level, an intern is not worthy of rejecting the manuscript, but he even rejected it, Lu Yao also accepted it, and the magazine also accepted it. This incident dealt a huge blow to Lu Yao. Later, when a literary review meeting was held, the critics had a lot of harsh words about the book. As a result, Lu Yao's popularity plummeted.

"Later, none of his three "Ordinary Worlds" were fully published. It was CCTV that discovered this book and it was broadcasted, which made the book popular, and later won the Mao Dun Literary Award.

""The Ordinary World" is at the same level as "Alive" in terms of sales. It is conceivable that if it were not for the accidental discovery and accidental broadcast by the radio station, this book would most likely never see the light of day.

""The Ordinary World" has returned to its rightful place, but Lu Yao himself has not. He was always poor and hard-pressed during his lifetime, and had to spend money for medical treatment. After winning the Mao Dun Literature Award, he could not even come up with the money to receive the award, so he had to find someone to borrow it."

Chen Qingluo looked at Wang Zixu: "The matter of his rejection made a big fuss, and people will talk about it to this day. Before Lu Yao won the award, people praised the intern editor for his bright eyes and his courage to challenge authority; after Lu Yao won the award, everyone laughed at the magazine for being short-sighted."

Wang Zixu was silent for a long time.

Chen Qingluo seemed to want to offend him, but she did not say the key words. Wang Zixu had no time to think about it at this time.

“So, if the manuscript is rejected publicly, it means that the magazine and the writer are on opposite sides. The success of one party represents the failure of the other party, and vice versa,” Wang Zixu said, “So they don’t reject the manuscript publicly?”

"Well. That's one reason." Chen Qingluo nodded and suddenly smiled, "You are quite smart."

"Have I not always been smart?"

"I didn't see it."