Zhao Peilin ignored Xiao Mengyin's sarcastic words and consoled him: "To be honest, I don't think "The Ancient City" is suitable for you. "The Ancient City" seems to be more liberal, and the author has promoted the sugary style with great fanfare, which is not in line with your tone.

It's not a good sex match at all, and I don't know why you would submit it to this magazine."

Of course I chose this magazine because of Shi Tonghe. Of course it was hard to say, so Wang Zixu only asked: "What is Tang Shui Wen?"

"It is the kind of literature that is very petty bourgeoisie, very superficial, very popular, and very caters to the narrow vision of the small citizens."

Wang Zixu slowly moved his eyes towards Xiao Mengyin. Luo Niang Xiao Mengyin, who was wearing a black lace translucent skin-tight cover, obviously fit all the above descriptions. Xiao Mengyin noticed his gaze and suddenly felt particularly humiliated.

Zhao Peilin also glanced at Xiao Mengyin, and immediately smiled and said: "Don't get me wrong, she is not a writer of sugary literature. Don't look at her like this, but her writing is actually quite strong. She is a story written in the old industrial style of the rust belt.

They are all cruel and cruel. After reading her articles, no one would have expected that she has such a moral character."

"Haha." Xiao Mengyin sneered again and rolled his eyes.

Wang Zixu asked: "If you are not afraid of offending others, can you give me an example?"

Zhao Peilin said: "If I have to give an example...well, Shen Qingfeng."

Zhao Peilin added: "Don't get me wrong, "The Ancient City" has not published any of Shen Qingfeng's manuscripts. Although it has not, they praise several authors as Shen Qingfeng types, who are not even as famous as Shen Qingfeng."

Wang Zixu said: "If you say that, then I will understand."

Zhao Peilin smiled and said: "So it doesn't matter if your manuscript is rejected. Even great writers have had their manuscripts rejected, so what if they were rejected once or twice? Although we are reeds who can think, we should be perseverant, not just one.

It breaks when touched."

Wang Zixu said: "You can rest assured, I am also a copper pea."

The two looked at each other and smiled, but before they finished laughing, Xiao Mengyin said:

"To prevent anyone from comforting themselves, let me tell you a piece of trivia: It is wrong to think that great writers have been rejected many times before finally becoming a blockbuster. Gauss was already a math prodigy in his teens, and Mozart composed music at the age of 4 and 7 in the palace.

He wrote an opera at the age of 12, and Picasso's paintings at the age of 13 can already beat all the masters in an instant.

"There is no fundamental difference between the art of writing and other subjects. They are both games of genius. Diligence can make up for clumsiness, but it cannot make up for genius. What's more, geniuses work harder than you. Don't comfort yourself if your manuscript has been rejected several times. There are always talents in the world.

, those literary giants twinkling in the starry sky, unless they have personality reasons, they are all very...exploded as soon as they make a move."

Wang Zixu was stunned for a while. At first he felt that she was extremely humiliating him. But when he heard the last word "explosion", he suddenly understood and decisively threw out a bomb, which blew up his boss Chen Qingluo.

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Zhao Peilin couldn't bear it anymore: "Who said that hard work can't make up for failure? Isn't Balzac a literary giant who repeatedly failed to submit his manuscripts? And Proust, he still published at his own expense! And it's against the rules for you to pass on information like this! So are you, Wang Zixu

It’s really embarrassing, where is your dignity?”

Wang Zixu said: "The bombing here is wonderful."

Xiao Mengyin covered her mouth with a card and snickered: "I didn't ask him to explode, I just said that literary giants will explode as soon as they take action. How he understands it is his business."

Zhao Peilin looked serious: "Nantah University Rule No. 13: Chatting during the banquet cannot involve playing cards, and you cannot use vague or suggestive words to remind teammates. If the opponent's question is valid, it can be more than one card."

After that, he got one more card in a gorgeous way.

Xiao Mengyin waved her hand in astonishment: "Wait a minute, where did you get this village rule? I've never heard of it!"

"That woman decided this. It's pinned to the top of the NTU forum. If you don't believe it, just take a look."

He immediately took out his mobile phone, opened the page and showed it to Wang Zixu and Xiao Mengyin. It was indeed as he said, word for word.

And the first rule of this rule clearly says:

"Everyone who cracks eggs at NTU must abide by these rules. Even if an international egg-breaking competition is held at NTU in the future, NTU's egg-breaking rules must be followed."

Xiao Mengyin's eyes widened: "It's unbelievable that our school actually puts the rules on egg-breaking at the top of the list, and it's such a weird rule, and you actually memorized it!"

"Humph, these are all traditions left by that woman. How can a clever poker player like you understand?"

That woman? Wang Zixu raised his head and looked in the direction of Chen Qingluo. Only then did he notice that her face was terribly dark, and he was startled.

Because there was one more useless card, Zhao Peilin showed his advantage and said while playing: "Continuing with the topic just now, have you submitted your manuscript to another one?"

Wang Zixu whispered: ""Yangtze River"."

""Yangtze River" is good, so I will vote for "Yangtze River"." Zhao Peilin also lowered his voice, "Did you know that the first prize-winning manuscript of the last Fei Shi Literary Award was published in "Yangtze River".

Wang Zixu said: "The last one? Wasn't that Xiao Mengyin?"

"Who else but her?"

"I'm sitting here, can you please stop talking to each other in person?" Xiao Mengyin played a card, "I published "The Yangtze River" in order to quickly finish the manuscript. The upper limit of my novel is not the Yangtze River. Considering you

If you can’t get the first prize, I suggest you don’t be in such a hurry and look for it again.”

Xiao Mengyin kept saying "I can't win the prize", which finally made Zhao Peilin angry. He angrily said: "Just wait, I will definitely win the first prize."

"There is only one first prize."

"If junior brother is just a little bit behind me, then I can't help him, and I can only blame him for not being as good as others."

"With all due respect, you both have no chance."

"Sister Mengmeng?"

There was a soft shout not far away, and everyone looked over, only to see Shi Shuqiu and a group of buddies looking for seats.

Xiao Mengyin whispered: "The opportunity will come."

When Shi Shuqiu saw Wang Zixu, the memory of being drunk instantly came back to him, his expression was a little stiff, and he seemed to be still frightened.

Then, his eyes flickered to Chen Qingluo's face, and his eyes lit up, but when he saw her expression, he felt that she was thousands of miles away and not easy to get close to. He sat down on a seat one meter away.

"Last time, I made a mistake at the table and made a mistake. I later looked up the pair and there were so many on the Internet. I didn't expect anyone would go out of their way to remember this."

Shi Shuqiu was still brooding over this matter, and Wang Zixu realized that he was naive. Because of the matter of "The Ancient City", he didn't want to coax the young master to play anymore, so he just said lightly:

"I didn't write it down specifically, I just glanced at it. As long as you follow the rules, it's very easy to deal with it on the spot. Of course, the result is the same, so you can think whatever you want."

The second person Shi Shuqiu hates is people who are pretentious, and the person he hates the most is people who are more pretentious than him. So his expression suddenly became unsightly.

His two buddies looked at each other and sat down beside each other. One of the buddies said: "I heard that Shi Shuqiu recommended you to "The Ancient City", but you were rejected?"

Zhao Peilin frowned: "Recommended by Shi Shuqiu?"

Wang Zixu also frowned: "How did you know that my manuscript was rejected?"

…

Editor Wu entered the chief editor's office for ten minutes, and Editor Yang spent ten minutes in anxiety.

During this period, he kept urging his fellow editors to review the manuscript quickly, hoping to have it reviewed and approved before Chief Editor Wu came out.

Of course, this is impossible. Wang Zixu's manuscript has 600,000 words, which is considered a tome anywhere. It may not be possible to finish reading it in a week, let alone review it.

The editor in the same group sighed while looking at it, turned around and sighed:

"Damn, you're so strong, Bian Yang, this Wang Zixu has something."

Another editor also joined the topic: "The last time he wrote "Wild Weeds" was very good. I heard that he also submitted it to other magazines and no one wanted it. We switched to it, but we missed it and found a treasure. Unexpectedly, he still returned

You have such awesome stuff, Editor Yang, sometimes I really envy your bad luck."

One of the editors asked: "What journal did he apply to and was rejected?"

"He was a newcomer at the time and didn't know the rules, so he went to vote for "Acquisition" and "Modern Times."

The editor stuck out his tongue: "That is indeed a new operation. Fortunately, it was submitted to these two magazines. If it had been inferior, we would not have been able to accept it."

"So it's a big mistake!"

Editor Yang said in a low voice: "If you know it's a mistake, review it quickly. Otherwise, you won't have long nights and dreams. We may not be able to win this manuscript?"

The colleague held his draft in his hand and said, "Just by looking at the beginning, we can already see some clues. Why, is there resistance from the department?"

Editor Yang whispered: "It's too long."

The colleague lowered his head and looked again, and lowered his voice: "Length is indeed a problem, but we can't always stay in the comfort zone. Isn't it too conservative to reject such a good manuscript just because it is long?"

"That's right!"

Editor Shen's voice suddenly sounded behind them, startling them. They turned around and found Editor Shen's brows furrowed.

"Our magazine used to be known as the 'avant-garde in literature and art' and discovered so many new talents. Because of that incident, it turned out to be more and more conservative."

Yang Yin and his colleagues were silent. The incident Chief Editor Shen said almost caused the fall of a rising writer, and also made the magazine's style more and more conservative, so that incident has always been a scar in the department, and few people usually mention it.

.

Finally, the door to the editor's office opened, and Editor Wu walked out proudly.

His face was expressionless and his eyes flickered, but Yang Yin always felt that he was not holding anything back and felt a little mysterious.

"Editor Shen, and Yang Yin, the editor-in-chief invites you to come in." Editor Wu came over and said.

Yang Yin followed Editor Shen uneasily into the chief editor's office. Editor Wu didn't come in and closed the door for them. As soon as he stood still, the chief editor said:

"For that manuscript, please suspend the manuscript collection process first and withdraw it from other editors. Don't spread it."

"Why?" Chief Editor Shen lost his voice. He knew that after the chief editor said this, the hope of publishing this article would be reduced by eight points out of ten.

The editor-in-chief said: "Editor-in-Chief Wu just received the news that this manuscript was not the first one submitted to us. It was submitted to "Ancient City" first, and it was rejected before being submitted to us."

Yang Yin was silent, and Editor Shen spread his hands: "Isn't this normal?"
To be continued...