Xie Longjun is a very elegant middle-aged man with thick myopic glasses. Although he is the editor-in-chief and has many people under his control, his eyes are not sharp and ostentatious, but he has a very literary temperament. This is Li Xiaohu's first impression of him.

"It seems that today is not a holiday day? Xiao Ming, you are not in the classroom, so why do you come here to do here?" Xie Longjun and Zhang Xiaoming's uncle and nephew seem to be a good relationship. He personally took the two to the office and asked with a smile: "Is it because the pocket money has been spent again? Then I'm afraid you'll be in vain today. Your mother hung up the phone yesterday and told me not to give you pocket money again, saying that if you have money, you will skip class and go to the game room."

Zhang Xiaoming didn't care about his uncle's jokes and said with a smile: "Uncle, today I'm not only not here to ask you for money, but I'm here to give you money, I didn't expect it?"

Xie Longjun smiled slightly, "Oh? I really didn't expect this."

Zhang Xiaoming patted Li Xiaohu on the shoulder and said to Xie Longjun: "I will introduce it to my uncle again. This is my classmate Li Xiaohu, the future master of martial arts novels. As long as he signs him in "Shenzhou Martial Soul", he will be sure to make a lot of money in the future."

Many years later, Xie Longjun confirmed that his nephew was not introduced wrongly, and he was very glad that "Shenzhou Martial Soul" won over such a martial arts master.

But now he just frowned slightly and shook his head and said, "Xiao Ming, you brought your classmates to the magazine to submit today? Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. "Shenzhou Wuhun" has very strict requirements for manuscripts. Although I am the editor-in-chief of "Shenzhou Wuhun", I usually don't interfere with the editors below for review. Well, your name is Li Xiaohu, right?"

Li Xiaohu quickly sat upright and nodded.

"If you really think that your manuscript is of quality and qualified to be published in a magazine, I can arrange for you to be the editor-in-chief and give priority to reviewing your manuscripts," Xie Longjun said with sincerity: "But I have to say ugly things ahead. If your manuscript is not qualified and wants to go through the back door, that is impossible. "Shenzhou Wuhun" will never publish martial arts novels that are not of quality. As the editor-in-chief, I have to be responsible for the entire magazine and it is impossible to take the lead in breaking the rules of the magazine."

"Uncle," Zhang Xiaoming saw that his uncle was not giving face and couldn't hold on to his face in front of his deskmate, and hurriedly said: "Hu Zi's novel is really good. If your magazine doesn't sign him, it will definitely be your loss."

Xie Longjun was a little dissatisfied with his eyes and said with a wry smile: "If the editors of the magazine are like you, then your uncle will have to drink the northwest wind. Reviewing manuscripts is a very serious matter, not just signing them. I asked the editor to give priority to your classmate's manuscripts, which is already very unfair to other authors who contribute to the magazine. For me, if you want the work to be published, there is only one standard and the quality is up to standard. Xiao Ming, don't make it too difficult for your uncle to do it."

Xie Longjun's last words were said to his nephew, but his eyes turned on Li Xiaohu's face, obviously warning him not to be too arrogant.

In fact, as the editor-in-chief of the magazine, Xie Longjun personally greeted the editors of a high school student and gave his nephew a great deal of face. As long as Li Xiaohu's novel is not too bad, the editors below will generally pass it.

This is not easy to say to my nephew, so Xie Longjun can only hope that Li Xiaohu will be sensible.

"Uncle Xie, thank you for your trouble," Li Xiaohu's gratitude was indeed from the bottom of his heart. He said sincerely: "As long as you can let the editor see my manuscript as soon as possible, you have already helped me the greatest benefit."

Xie Longjun looked at Li Xiaohu in surprise, nodded, and said, "You seem to be very confident in your manuscript. This is very good. I also hope that the magazine can sign an excellent work. Put the manuscript here, and I will arrange for the editor to review it as soon as possible."

Li Xiaohu smiled slightly, of course he was very confident. If Master Jin’s novel was not popular, it would be impossible to tolerate.

Zhang Xiaoming looked full of anger and rolled his eyes wildly, thinking that his uncle was too embarrassed to give him face. "Uncle, aren't you the editor-in-chief? Can't you read the manuscript yourself?"

Xie Longjun was amused and glared at his nephew, "Do you know how busy you are with work every day? Where can I have time to review the manuscripts in person? Okay, if you have nothing to do, go back to school as soon as possible. The college entrance examination is near, and if you can't get into a bachelor's degree, you must have a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots."

After all, Xie Longjun still doesn't believe how excellent the novels written by Li Xiaohu are. Otherwise, he should have been able to scan the manuscript for his nephew's sake.

Zhang Xiaoming's neck shrank, obviously he was not very grateful to the fried pork with bamboo shoots, but this guy's skin was very solid, and this level of intimidation could not scare him. "Uncle, just take a look, it will only take you a minute at most. Hu Zi, take out the words you just wrote in the car."

"Character?" Xie Longjun laughed in silence.

If it were in ancient times, any scholar would be able to come out, and basically fill in a few bad words if you have something to do, and give it a self-admiration.

But what era is it now? In three years, the millennium will be the year of the 21st century soon.

In this impetuous era, how many literati can have studied ancient poetry and can fill in good lyrics? Only a handful of them can. Especially in the special period of ten years, it has caused great harm to traditional culture. Poetry, songs and essays have become dross, and all the things of our ancestors have been swept into the dust of history.

Xie Longjun didn't think that the high school student who looked very stupid in front of him could fill in any good words. His nephew has always been ignorant and has no credibility in what he said.

Li Xiaohu raised his eyebrows and was despised by Xie Longjun several times. If he wanted to say that he was not annoyed at all, it would be impossible. He took out the manuscript he had written temporarily on the bus and handed it to Zhang Xiaoming, but smiled at Xie Longjun and said, "These are a few poems I have filled in for the bookmark of the novel, a graffiti work. Please help me with advice."

Zhang Xiaoming handed the manuscript paper to Xie Longjun, squinted his eyes, and said sarcastically: "Uncle, no matter how busy you are, you should have a minute or two, right?"

Xie Longjun is really a good temper. He was despised by his nephew for many times and was not very angry. He was just a little surprised by Li Xiaohu's confidence. He took the manuscript paper casually and looked down.

"Youth Travel"

A green shirt is open and dangerous

The moonlight in the jade wall

Horses are so beautiful

High cliffs and far away

Micro-step hub pattern

Whose children and whose home

No way to regret it

Tiger roars and dragon roars

Change the nest phoenix

Sword energy and blue smoke

...

"Huh?" Xie Longjun only glanced at him and could no longer look away. He read from beginning to end in one breath, from the first song "Youth Travel" to the last song "Shuilong Yin": "...Teaching the Shanyu to break the arrow, the six armies will rush to the angry heroes!"

"No, really good," Xie Longjun turned the five poems over and over again and again before looking up, staring at Li Xiaohu with bright eyes, "Are you really written these five poems yourself?"

"Uncle, what do you mean?" Before Li Xiaohu could answer, Zhang Xiaoming jumped up and said loudly: "These five poems were written by Hu Zi in front of me. They were on the bus when I first arrived. This was what I saw with my own eyes. Could it be that someone else was copied?"

Xie Longjun waved his hand, "Don't be so excited, you kid, I don't doubt your classmate's intention. Is it a plagiarism? Based on my reading of ancient poems, I believe I can still tell it. I just felt a little surprised. There are not many high school students who can write lyrics now."
Chapter completed!