Editor-in-chief Wu was overwhelmed by his speech. Yang Yin didn't know what courage he had to come over with this manuscript, so he was scolded to be so angry first.

"Editor Wu, this manuscript is really of high quality..."

Editor-in-chief Wu said: "High quality? 600,000 words, have you finished reading it?"

"without……"

"You dare to say that the quality is high before you finish reading it?"

Yang Yin has a hard time saying 600,000 words, and he can’t finish reading the review meeting after the review meeting is completed. If he has time to finish reading, would he still have to say hello to Editor-in-Chief Shen in advance?

Editor-in-chief Wu said: "I felt strange when I heard about 600,000 words. What kind of article should I write 600,000 words? It's not about writing online articles. Our company's royalty standards are first-class standards in the industry. Are you sure there is no extra writing from beginning to end? Are you sure this author has no component to cheat manuscript fees?"

Editor-in-chief Shen finally couldn't sit still: "Editor Wu, what you said is a false thing!"

Editor-in-chief Wu did not continue to argue and immediately said, "Okay, then I won't talk about false things, just talk about practical issues. Yang Yin, I ask you, if 600,000 words are used for serialization, how many issues will it take to complete?"

Yang Yin said: "If each issue is 20,000, it will be 30 issues. If each issue is 30,000 words, it will be 20 issues."

"How long will it take?"

"Two to three years."

Editor-in-chief Wu asked: "What is the rated number of pages per issue of our magazine?"

“100 pages to 150 pages.”

"How many words per page?"

"One thousand to one thousand five hundred words."

“How much is the printing cost per page?”

Yang Yin was silent for a while: "I don't know this."

Director Wu said: "Let me tell you, the cost per page is 10,200 cents and 5 cents. The circulation of our magazine is 80,000 copies. If you say that 30,000 words per issue, that is 20 pages. Every month, the printing cost of this manuscript will be 200,000! In the next two years, it will be 200,000 every month!

"This is why we rarely give newcomers a chance to serialize. There are too many uncontrollable factors. There are only one hundred pages in each issue. If you post more, others will post less. If you post more, you will post less. If you post every issue, you will post more easily. If you post more than two years, how much space is wrong in the middle?"

After Editor Wu finished speaking, even Yang Yin was shaken. He knew that Editor Wu was right, and his own opposition proved how much resistance there would be at that time.

Editor-in-chief Shen spoke: "Editor Wu, you are only counting small accounts, not big accounts."

Editor-in-chief Wu was obviously dissatisfied: "Then tell me what your big account is?"

"First, although Wang Zixu is still a newcomer now, as long as his work is published, he will not be a newcomer."

Editor-in-chief Wu immediately protested: "You are quarrel!"

"Listen to me." Editor-in-chief Shin raised his hand to interrupt him, "I have seen the beginning of this work, and I can see that it is a very ambitious work. Its potential may be so great that we can't imagine. Once published, this author will definitely be able to enter the literary world with dignity. You just worried that he was a newcomer, so I don't think it's necessary."

Editor-in-chief Wu sneered: "This is one, what about the second and the third?"

"Secondly, if we don't publish this manuscript, he will get published in other magazines. If it is published in a relatively small magazine, its influence will definitely be small, and it may even be buried. You should know about "Ordinary World"?"

Editor-in-chief Wu objected: "This is just a benefit to that author, what about ourselves? What are the benefits to our magazines?"

Editor-in-chief Shen said: "Your words are too narrow-minded. This is an author we cultivated ourselves. If his work has achieved great success, how many authors can be inspired like him? We can attract more submissions from excellent authors and build a healthier creative soil. This is the benefit of moistening things silently."

Editor Wu kept shaking his head, obviously Editor Shen did not convince him:

"The premise of all this you imagine is that this work can really achieve great success as you said. What if it is the other way around? We will cause criticism! Even if the response is mediocre, we will not be able to fall well and we will be chewed at the root of the problem."

"Enough."

After listening to the two of them quarreled for a long time, the editor-in-chief finally spoke.

"Editor Wu is right, but Editor Shen is right too."

After the editor-in-chief's first half of the sentence came out, Yang Yin almost had a cardiac arrest, and he would get better after hearing the second half. But he was still full of confusion.

The editor-in-chief also said: "What kind of results will be achieved in this work and whether it should be published in a long series depends on its own quality. I read the beginning, which is good, but whether the following text is also good is what we need to study.

"After all, a long-term serialization is a long-lasting battle, which is different from a one-time post. It must be higher and higher to convince readers. If the subsequent text is not better than the previous text, even if the quality is consistent, readers will be aesthetically exhausted. Over time, they will forget what they said in the previous text, and their reputation will eventually plummet."

Editor-in-chief Shen was a little nervous: "What do you mean?"

The editor-in-chief stood up and said, "Then you will decide whether to publish it after reviewing it. Call all the editors who have not been out of the field at the moment, put the work in their hands first, and take a look at this work together! We will try to finish reading it within a week, and then discuss whether to publish this work!"

Editor-in-chief Shen's expression became clear and he responded enthusiastically: "Okay! I'll call you now! Yang Yin, go and invite a discussion group and post the manuscript to discuss together!"

Editor-in-chief Wu pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. He looked very uncomfortable, but he couldn't say anything.

When Yang Yin walked out of the editor-in-chief's room, his heart rate was still high. He formed a discussion group and packaged the 600,000-word manuscript into the group. The chat box immediately became lively.

"It's been a long time since I haven't discussed the group article. Whose manuscript is this time?"

"Wow, Editor Yang received another phenomenal manuscript and is about to take off."

"You can open the compressed bag and take a look. I can only say that the novels that have been successfully published in the magazine may not be anything special, but there must be something for the special discussions at the conference."

This news was sent by the oldest editor in the club. After seeing it, colleagues opened the documents passed by Yang Yin one after another, and the group was silent for a moment.

After a while, the chat message in the group broke again.

"The manuscript of 600,000 words, and the whole text is posted directly? It's so awesome!"

"The young authors nowadays are more powerful than the other..."

Yang Yin couldn't help but raise his mouth. He took out his cell phone, thought about the words and sent a message to Wang Zixu:

[It has been reported to the editor-in-chief and has attracted the attention of the society. As long as the collective review is approved, it is expected to be published.]

He used the words in a conservative way, only saying "it is expected to be published". In fact, he felt that he was almost sure.

But before things are done, it is best not to speak too much, as if something happens, it will easily cause complaints.

After a long time, a message was sent back from there: [Waiting for good news.]

Yang Yin put down his cell phone and opened the part that he had not read. He was about to continue reading, but Editor-in-Chief Wu suddenly passed by in front of the office.

"Hey, you guys, don't try it now, wait a moment."

Yang Yin looked at him, not knowing what he was doing, half annoyed and half a sneer, and on the surface he was polite: "But I have already sent the manuscript."

"Oh!" Editor-in-chief Wu sighed, rushed to the editor-in-chief's room with his mobile phone, as if he had found a treasure, and wanted to report something to the editor-in-chief.

...

After Wang Zixu sent the manuscript to Yang Yin in the morning, he brought an umbrella out.

It was always annoying to run into such drizzling days on weekends. When he arrived at Nanyang University, he remembered that the key was given to Diao Yiwen. Today, there should be no one in the magazine, so he was about to go home, but he thought that he had come and went to the club in vain.

To his surprise, there was someone in the club and Chen Qingluo was there.

The gray-yellow rain curtain was made of watercolor, and the windows of the room were painted into several gloomy paintings. The girl sat alone in the center of the room, with a table and a chair, holding a thin book in her hand, and the scene was also picturesque.

Wang Zixu held his breath, afraid of disturbing the people in the animation.

Chen Qingluo still noticed him, slowly raised his head from the book, lowered it again, and looked at him as if he was brushing away the dust on his shoulders.

Wang Zixu naturally felt that his existence was insignificant. After hesitating, he put an umbrella on the shelf at the door, knocked the water from his shoes outside the door, and walked into the room.

Chen Qingluo reads quietly. The clock ticks, the rain drizzles, and the pages of the book are sometimes cut. At this time, Wang Zixu remembered that he should say hello to Chen Qingluo, but he had missed the opportunity at this time. He sat in the chair for a while, and the experience was like going to jail.

"I recently learned a cold knowledge of particularly cold knowledge," Wang Zixu finally said the first sentence after entering the house, "When it rains, the shoes are always wet."

"Click--"

The pages of the book sounded lightly, and it seemed loud in the room. Chen Qingluo opened the next page without any shame.

Wang Zixu realized that he was a person who destroyed the environment and shut up tactfully.

As a result, Chen Qingluo was not calm and put down the book: "Do you continue talking?"

"Hey, aren't you reading a book?"

"What's wrong with the shoes when it rains?"

"When it rains, no matter how far the umbrella is, the shoes will always be wet, and the tip to the instep is always part of the foot. Do you know what's the reason?"

Chen Qingluo blinked: "First of all, it is because her legs are too long."

She said, stretching her long legs under the table. The prince pretended not to see it.

"The correct answer is that the water from the soles of the shoe was thrown into the air when walking and fell on the toe of the shoe." Wang Zixu said.

“…”

After a long time, Chen Qingluo said, "It's so boring."

Wang Zixu was deeply hit.

Chen Qingluo stretched, her waist bent, her clothes were pushed up, revealing the bent line. She yawned and turned around and said, "It's so boring, let's go and slap the eggs."

"Why are you slapping the eggs?"

"You have heard the saying, 'In Nanda, even dogs can slap eggs', right?"

Wang Zixu nodded: "I've heard of it."

He remembered that Chen Qingluo was also a student of Nanjing University.

Chen Qingluo said: "I brought this trend."
To be continued...