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Chapter 160 The Story of the Editorial Department Part Two(2/2)

Agreed, I will go back and apologize."

Huang Guiping thought for a long time, finally opened his eyes and shook his head: "No, this is just right, this is just right."

He sat up, knocked on the table and said, "You said this manuscript was for the Feishi Literary Award, and I immediately understood. Did you know? Shi Tonghe's son, Shi Shuqiu, is also going to participate in the Feishi Literary Award."

Hao Chengliang raised his eyebrows. He felt Huang Guiping open a door in front of him, and he suddenly realized: "That's it!"

"The author was able to get Chen Qingluo to be a lobbyist. He must have some connections, and maybe he is a relative of Shi Tonghe. He must have asked Shi Tonghe to help. Shi Tonghe didn't want to help, but he couldn't save face, so he made two excuses. He is both

I want to do this favor, but I don’t want the manuscript to be published, so as not to compete with his son.”

Hao Chengliang gave a thumbs up: "The editor-in-chief is really good at knowing things."

Huang Guiping waved his hand: "It's too early to say this now. Look, I'll call Shi Tonghe and ask for his opinion. If he behaves unusually, it means I was right."

He immediately dialed the number and was quickly connected.

"Hey, Chairman Shi, excuse me, are you busy now? Yes, let me tell you something about the manuscript you recommended some time ago..."

Shi Tonghe's voice on the other end of the phone became louder: "What's wrong?"

Huang Guiping said: "That's right, we followed your instructions and carefully reviewed the manuscript. After discussion and analysis by our editorial department, we all felt that the manuscript was very bright, but unfortunately, it was too long and the style was not very good.

It’s suitable for me to publish, but if we want to publish it, I’m afraid it won’t be suitable.”

But the person on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief: "Is that so? Okay, I get it. That's really a pity, but there's nothing you can do about it. If you can't publish it, it means that the manuscript is not good enough and the quality is not good enough. If it doesn't work, you have to make more changes.

Don't be tough on me just for my sake, it will be bad for both you and him."

Huang Guiping and Hao Chengliang looked at each other and smiled.

Shi Tonghe continued: "Then please write clearly the reasons for rejection when rejecting the manuscript. It is best to analyze it more with the author. If he does not write well, criticize it when it is necessary. Don't be merciful. Only in this way can we grow."

Huang Guiping nodded repeatedly and hung up the phone.

Hao Chengliang extended his thumb again: "Chief Editor Huang is really good at predicting things!"

Huang Guiping waved his hand: "Okay, you can do it. Remember in the future, don't be impulsive when communicating with the author. Think more and report more to avoid being slapped in the face. By the way, you can maintain the relationship with Chen Qingluo more and get an appointment for the manuscript.

It’s best to let Xiao Zhao go.”

Hao Chengliang nodded and left the editor-in-chief's office. As soon as he went out, he hugged the thick pile of manuscripts and suddenly thought that he was going to return the manuscripts, but neither he nor the editor-in-chief had read them yet.

He thought, should he ask the editor-in-chief if he wanted to read the manuscript?

Then he shook his head again and thought, what are you thinking about? Where can I read a 600,000-word manuscript?

When he returned to his seat, his colleague asked: "What's wrong? Is there any new development in this manuscript?"

His pile of manuscripts has been on the table for a while. Because of its length, it is well known in the editorial department. Usually several editors will come to take a look at it and pay more attention to its situation.

Hao Chengliang said: "The manuscript is going to be rejected, so write a rejection letter."

My colleague was surprised: "Reject the manuscript? Didn't you say it would be put aside for a few days?"

"The situation has changed again."

The colleague shook his head and sighed: "It really is because the article is too long, right? Alas, such a good article, to be honest, is really good. It's a pity that it can't be published in our magazine."

Hao Chengliang sneered: "Oh, I didn't mention it at the review meeting, but now I say it's a pity. After being an editor for so many years, how many manuscripts have been rejected that are a pity?"

A colleague said loudly: "I have always been very supportive of this manuscript, right? I said it at the review meeting. It's pretty good."

Hao Chengliang tilted his head. A few days had passed since the review meeting and he had seen a lot of manuscripts. He was a little unimpressed.

"Do you support it? How do I remember that many people at the meeting approved this manuscript?"

Another colleague sitting in front heard their conversation and turned around and said: "Most people praised it at that time, right? It would be a pity that this manuscript will be rejected."

Hao Chengliang frowned: "Why do I remember hearing a lot of criticism at that time? Did I remember it wrong?"

The colleague lowered his voice and said, "Any criticism is based on the prevailing situation and just follows the editor-in-chief's wishes."

After speaking, he became silent. As the saying goes, it is better to offend a gentleman than a villain. If you talk too much, you will easily be hated by others.

Hearing what he said, Hao Chengliang suddenly realized why he remembered that this manuscript was very controversial.

When a small group is born in the editorial department, it will inevitably come up with some feudal tricks. There are some people who follow the wind and do not express their own opinions in meetings, but only try to figure out the editor-in-chief's intentions. Wherever the editor-in-chief points, they will go.

Where to say.

Thinking of this, Hao Chengliang took the manuscript in his hand and once again had the idea of ​​reading it.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and stuffed the manuscript into the envelope with difficulty.

It's too long. I don't have time to read it.
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