It would be quite embarrassing if you delay the submission of your manuscript for too long and miss this year's call for papers and miss next year's call for papers.

He parked the car in front of the magazine, got out of the car and went upstairs. Wang Zixu took out the key and opened the door.

Recently, he works at the magazine every day. He is not a person who likes to get up early, but compared to others, he is diligent. He is the first one to arrive and open the door every day.

This has resulted in him becoming more proficient in opening and closing rolling shutter doors recently.

After mopping the floor, opening the windows for ventilation, arranging the tables and chairs, dumping the tea leaves left over from yesterday, and completing the housework, the blackbirds outside the window began to chirp. He sat under the window sill and began to review the manuscript.

After starting his own editing work, he gradually came to understand Editor Hao. New manuscripts were sent in every day, some were letters, and most were in the mailbox. If he was not careful, he would accumulate a lot of them, eventually forming a pile of them.

Manuscript mountain.

The more manuscripts pile up, the less I want to review them, and finally I just throw them to the interns. Those manuscripts that are condensed with hard work and hope lie there, quietly waiting for luck, and finally thrown into the trash can - in order to avoid this kind of situation.

Due to the situation, Wang Zixu insisted on reviewing the saved manuscripts every day.

Even if those manuscripts would eventually be written down to none, he would rather read them before writing them off. At least those manuscripts would have one reader.

After finishing processing several accumulated manuscripts, Wang Zixu stood up and moved around, but saw a pile of manuscript papers on the Ningchun banquet table. He looked around and confirmed that this manuscript was not among the rejected manuscripts, nor among the accepted manuscripts.

Among them, is one of the manuscripts waiting for review missing?

He picked up the stack of manuscript paper and began to read. His eyes were attracted at just one glance.

The text quality of this manuscript is completely different from the novice works he had just seen. The author's talent for controlling words can be seen with the naked eye. Even the punctuation marks in the text can reveal the author's delicate and sensitive soul.

Wang Zixu sat down in his seat and poured a cup of tea, without taking his eyes off the manuscript in his hand.

This should be regarded as a love story, or a tragic love story like "Wuthering Heights". Wang Zixu believes that the era when "Wuthering Heights" was born belonged to the golden age of novel creation, with blue seas everywhere and so many stories in the world.

None of them had been created. Novelists at that time were extremely happy. They had countless new themes to explore.

But in this era, all stories have been written, all themes have been explored, and the stories created by racking one's brains will inevitably become a retread or a repeat of the same old tune.

The golden age has passed, and people can no longer capture the original shock.

The manuscript in his hand was obviously a modern work, but it touched his soul in a way that only existed in the golden age. With its old-school solid style and spiritual and vivid text, Wang Zixu felt that this manuscript, let alone a published one,

In "New Appreciation" magazine, it is possible to win any literary award.

He rummaged through the manuscript, but could not find the author's contact information. He could only see the title of the book. There was a noise at the door, and Wang Zixu shouted excitedly toward the door:

"Ning Chun Banquet, Ning Chun Banquet! I found a piece for our magazine that will win the New Literary Award in the future! Who sent "Beauvoir's Dedication" on your desk? Who is the author?"

There was a soft "click" sound, the door was opened, and a cold face completely different from Ning Chunyan appeared at the door.

"Stop yelling, that's my manuscript, and I'm the author."
Chapter completed!