Chapter 182 Father and Son 2
The door was open, and the sunlight poured in from outside. Chen Qingluo and Ning Chunyan stood in the light, as if a crack had been torn open in this small world.
Suede short boots, straight long legs, sassy skirt, waterfall-like long hair, the eyebrows and corners of their eyes are full of disdain and scorn, such a woman is enough to arouse a man's lion-like desire to conquer. Shi Tonghe and Fang Hanlin raised their eyebrows at the same time.
At this moment, Wang Zixu appeared behind the two of them, like a discordant part rising from the peak of a symphony. It turned out that it was the poor saxophonist who ruined the entire performance. Shi Tonghe quickly lowered his face and his eyebrows trembled.
Since the seminar is about to begin, many people in the industry are here. Chen Qingluo is a reclusive writer, and Ning Chunyan has exclusive information about the little prince. Both of them are rare. In the next second, many editors came out, and the crowd gathered around like bleating sheep on the grassland.
“Teacher Chen Qingluo, do you have any new works recently?”
“Teacher Chen, can our magazine make an appointment with you for a manuscript?”
“Miss Ning Chunyan, if you are free after the meeting, can you give me a chance to go out and sit for a while?”
“Editor Ning, can we talk about the situation of the little prince?”
The human wall was towering, and for a moment the cavalry stood out with swords and guns blaring, but Chen Qingluo and Ning Chunyan seemed to be at ease. Ning Chunyan greeted them with a smile, while Chen Qingluo, adhering to his usual style, opened a passage through the crowd in silence, like cutting through the waves.
Wang Zixu followed her obediently.
“So you don’t have stage fright at all in this kind of situation.” Wang Zixu whispered to Chen Qingluo, and then received a fierce look from Miss Luo.
The anger is not gone yet.
The secrecy measures have been blamed on our Miss Luo. It is simply more ridiculous than Waiting for Godot. What is the difference between this and an undercover investigation that found out about the godfather?
Wang Zixu pretended to be dead and looked sad all day long. He was worried about it for a long time. He didn't dance for at least three days (according to Nietzsche's point of view, it was equivalent to wasting three days of life), and he felt like a fool.
When the two walked out of the crowd, they met Shi Tonghe's eyes. Then, Chen Qingluo and Wang Zixu glanced at Hao Chengliang.
Wang Zixu silently looked away; Chen Qingluo sneered.
Hao Chengliang suddenly had a lot of sweat on his forehead.
The road between enemies is narrow.
This person was the direct perpetrator of Wang Zi’s false manuscript. In terms of results, he caused "Fire in the Stone" to be published in higher magazines and touch the threshold of the literary palace, but that was because he survived. If he had not survived, Hao Chengliang would have been the abortion pill that made "Fire in the Stone" stillborn.
He is not the kind of person who will retaliate when he is angry. Apart from the fact that he feels a little sad about the meal money for him to eat at Binhai Road, he only regards the good Hao Chengliang as a stumbling block on the road to progress. The past is over, and he does not feel the need to step on him.
But Chen Qingluo is different. She doesn't like to spoil others.
She walked straight towards Hao Chengliang.
Ji Shaofei was the first to stand up and greet her:
"Teacher Chen Qingluo!"
Chen Qingluo nodded at him, looked directly at Hao Chengliang across Shi Tonghe's line of sight, and said:
"Editor Hao, what a coincidence, we meet again. "
Fang Hanlin stared at her with interest and said, "Qingluo, do you know him?"
When Fang Hanlin was an editor at "Modern", he published Chen Qingluo's works, so his tone was very familiar.
“Two months ago, I had a heated discussion with him on the phone.”
“Oh? Did you submit a novel to "The Ancient City"?"
"It's not me, it's this Wang Zixu."
After Chen Qingluo finished speaking, everyone present had different expressions. Shi Tonghe's face became even more ugly, Hao Chengliang's palms trembled slightly, and Ji Shaofei had a smile on his face.
"Is he Wang Zixu? Is he the author of "Fire in the Stone", Wang Zixu?"
Wang Zixu nodded lightly: "It's me."
"Hello, hello!"
Ji Shaofei stood up and shook hands with him.
Chen Qingluo said: "Two months ago, I called you to ask why you suppressed Wang Zixu's manuscript and did not publish it. You said that this manuscript did not meet the expectations of your editorial department. Do you still think so?"
Hao Chengliang sweated like rain: "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, and it is inevitable for an editor to make mistakes in one or two manuscripts."
“The manuscript was recommended to your editorial office by Shi Tonghe, and I vouch for it with my writer’s eye, but you said that you don’t like it, and you still insist on rejecting it under such circumstances. I’m afraid very few editors would do this, right?”
If possible, Hao Chengliang really wanted to beg her in public to stop talking. At this time, he could only keep his mouth shut, look at his nose, nose, and heart, and pretend not to hear.
Chen Qingluo added: "I said at the time that this manuscript was qualified to be published in "Get". You said that if this manuscript was published in "Get", you would not be an editor."
Hao Chengliang She opened her eyes in shock: "I didn't say this, did I?!"
"Oh, then I remembered it wrong."
Chen Qingluo remembered it correctly, she said it deliberately. Did Hao Chengliang ever say it's not important, so why not just say a few words to him? Not happy at all. She doesn't care about this or that. If she hits someone, she wants to hit someone in the face.
In short, after I finished speaking, I felt much better, and I had even forgotten a lot of the trauma caused by Wang Zixu’s influence just now. She ended the conversation simply and walked away to sit in the seat in front of her.
Ji Shaofei’s face was completely happy. He only knew that Hao Chengliang had rejected the manuscript, but he had no idea that it was such a dramatic rejection at the time - Hao Chengliang rejected the manuscript resolutely and rejected all opinions, and then, bam, it was published in "Get".
It was so effective that he planned to tell every editor he knew about it.
But the most urgent task at hand is to talk about the unexpected harvest.
He had just shaken hands with Wang Zixu and was still holding on to him (During this period, Wang Zixu struggled several times but failed to break away). When he was about to introduce himself, Fang Hanlin forced himself in and hugged Wang Zixu's shoulders.
"Are you Wang Zixu? Well, you are very young, even younger than I thought. How did you write a heavyweight novel like "Fire in the Stone"? Oh, let me introduce myself first. I am Fang Hanlin, the former editor-in-chief of "Modern" and now the editor-in-chief of "Song Xing". I have a little reputation in the industry, and this Ji Shaofei is my apprentice... …"
He put his arm around Wang Zixu's shoulders and twisted him outward intentionally or unintentionally. A Tai Chi spin was about to pull Wang Zixu's hand away from Ji Shaofei's control. Ji Shaofei immediately scolded the old fox in his heart. He was disrespectful. He refused to give in and quickly followed up:
"I am indeed taught by Teacher Chengfang. Now that the teacher has semi-retired, it is the younger generation like me who should inherit the teacher's legacy... Oh, I am wrong, it is will. Our "Flower Room" magazine is lacking a long-form serial column. I don't know about you. Are you interested..."
Ji Shaofei and Fang Hanlin staged a master-disciple antagonism on the spot, with overt praise and covert derogation, yin and yang weirdness, push and pull, and all kinds of tricks. The prince was trapped in it and suffered terribly.
Shi Tonghe looked very bored, stood up silently, and said: "I'm going out first. Come on, your seminar..."
Fang Hanlin greeted him and watched him leave. Looking at Shi Tonghe's back, he felt a little suspicious. He frowned and thought for a while, then lowered his eyebrows.
With many years of editing experience, he felt a little strange the moment he heard Chen Qingluo recommend "Shi Tonghe", especially the situation between Wang Zixu and Shi Tonghe was very wrong.
If Shi Tonghe had recommended "Fire in the Stone", he would not have acted ignorant when he heard the name, let alone not have a single conversation with Wang Zixu - it would be fine if Shi Tonghe did not take the initiative to talk to Wang Zixu, and Wang Zixu would not even say hello to him - generally, for seniors of this level of support, the juniors will have to be grateful for half their lives!
But what does this have to do with him, a semi-retired editor?
No matter how fierce the fight between writers is, they don’t care about the affairs of the editorial department. They are not involved in the grievances between writers. They are very interested in making some war fortune and receiving a few more manuscripts.
Shi Tonghe walked out, feeling a little lonely. The driver was squatting by the flower bed smoking. When he saw him, he put out his cigarette butts, clapped his hands and walked over.
“Teacher, are you leaving?”
“Let’s go to the hotel and wait. We will leave after the seminar.”
"Okay."
He was about to get on the bus. Down the mountain road, two students came up on bicycles. The leader looked at Shi Tonghe and said, "Dad."
"Yeah." Shi Tonghe looked at Shi Shuqiu and just responded coldly, his tone not very good.
Shi Shuqiu was more sensitive, his eyes wavered for a while, and he asked: "Dad, that..."
"I know." Shi Tonghe interrupted him, "How about your seminar? Good performance, don't be distracted. "
"Yeah."
The tacit understanding between father and son allowed the two to exchange information without saying anything, or even using keywords.
Shi Shuqiu knew that he already knew, and he also knew that Shi Shuqiu knew.
Shi Shuqiu was in a bad mood. Neither he nor Shi Tonghe had considered Wang Zixu as an opponent before. Even if he knew that the other party wanted to participate in the competition for the Feishi Literary Award, he never thought about it in this way.
The matter of Wang Zixu’s manuscript was originally just a matter of convenience. He was a little angry because he had lost face. Shi Tonghe only made two simple phone calls. To them, it was just one of countless small fragments in life.
After that, Shi Tonghe didn’t know about Wang Zixu’s arrangement and ridicule, and he only gave some guidance. Unexpectedly, overnight, the other party suddenly became a person who needed attention.
If you had known this earlier, why would you have made enemies?
Shi Shuqiu was a little depressed.
After Shi Tonghe left, Zhangchou came up from behind: "Old Shi, what's wrong with uncle? Why does he look a little unhappy?"
Shi Shuqiu frowned and said impatiently: "Don't "No matter what."
After saying that, he sighed again and said, "Go in."
Zhang Chou didn't know that Wang Zixu had signed up for "Get", and he didn't know how to remind this little brother.
…
Wang Zixu managed to slip out from the hands of the editors. Seeing Chen Qingluo’s back in the distance, he ran over first, sat down aside, and whispered:
"Isn't it bad to offend Hao Chengliang like this?"
Chen Qingluo looked at him sideways and said angrily: "Are you scared?"
"No, I mean, you have nothing to do with him. You are innocent, but if you offend him because of me, will it affect your future publications? ”
After all, Hao Chengliang is not a new editor. If you offend such a person, he has many connections, and you may offend someone unknowingly.
In the past, he thought that as long as the novel was well written, it was enough. After suffering this loss, he realized how difficult it was to be targeted. He was really worried about affecting Chen Qingluo, and he couldn't let it go.
Chen Qingluo snorted coldly, and her tone softened a lot: "You don't have to worry about it."
"I'm worried..."
"You don't have to worry about it."
"..."
Suddenly, Wang Zixu felt that this scene seemed familiar.
Chen Qingluo is also sitting on her right, in the same seat.
Chen Qingluo is also stubborn and has a bad face, saying "you don't have to worry about it".
It’s like...
It’s back to high school.
"I'll take care of it." He blurted out.
“I don’t want you to worry about it.” Chen Qingluo followed up unwillingly.
“I’ll take care of it.”
“I don’t want you to take care of it.”
“You two...” A female teacher came over embarrassedly to interrupt the childishness. After a quarrel, he said to Wang Zixu, "Excuse me, is your seat here? I don't seem to see your name on the list..."
(End of this chapter)