It is difficult for ordinary people to start such a big magazine from scratch in this world. However, as a warrior, Xia Ziyu's career has been smooth sailing with the convenience brought by her identity as a warrior. The name "Jiyan" has also achieved remarkable results and reputation in the magazine industry, and is loved and sought after by young people.

However, in recent days, not only Jiyan, but also the entire physical sector has been impacted by the rise of electronic literature. The physical novel market has continued to be sluggish, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will continue to be sluggish.

Xia Ziyu keenly realized that this wave could not go against the current and could only follow the trend to survive, so he decisively allowed Ji Yan to transform and the magazine entered the Internet sector.

However, because he was one step slower, Ji Yan encountered considerable difficulties in his transformation. Now he is in the most difficult period, and readers and authors have lost serious losses, and the author of the pillars he held up in one hand also ran away. The situation can be said to be a bit more dangerous than when she started from scratch!

If one is not handled properly, over time, the "Jiyan" she founded may gradually decline, with fewer and fewer readers, and eventually forced to go bankrupt.

Although Xia Ziyu has not short of money since the founding of the magazine, and as a warrior, even if the magazine goes bankrupt, she can live a very comfortable life, but she is unwilling to let the magazine she founded herself fall down like this.

Xia Ziyu has an unimaginable love for literature, and Ji Yan even puts all her efforts in it. For Xia Ziyu, it is like another child of her own, and its importance is self-evident!

"Mom, I got a manuscript of extremely high quality and I want you to take a look." Xia An walked up and took Bai Mufan's manuscript out of his schoolbag, and said seriously: "This manuscript is what we Jiyan needs most now, and can calm the scene!"

"Oh? You gave such a high evaluation?" Xia Ziyu raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out to take the manuscript, and asked with interest: "Which old writer's manuscript is it?"

"It's one of my classmates." Xia An felt a little embarrassed.

"Your classmate? Have you ever had any grades before?" Xia Ziyu asked again.

Xia An pursed his lips and said, "...No, this is his first time submitting an article to a magazine, but his literary literacy is absolutely qualified, and this novel is very well written!"

Xia Ziyu was about to open the manuscript and stopped. Xia An looked up and saw his mother's brows slowly frowning. This expression was not unfamiliar to Xia An, and it often meant that his mother was a little angry.

Xia Ziyu put the manuscript in his hand aside and said seriously: "Xiaoan, our magazine is in the most difficult time now. Mom also understands your mood to share the worries of the magazine, but you can't just show me the manuscript written by a classmate in your school. Isn't this a mess?"

Xia An said anxiously: "But the quality of this manuscript is really high. Mom, please at least read it before making a conclusion, okay?"

"Well, I will read it, you can go back first." Xia Ziyu said in a plain tone, lowering her head to continue processing the manuscript in front of her.

Xia An looked at this scene and, based on her understanding of her mother, she knew that Xia Ziyu would throw the manuscript directly into the crusher after tenth, and a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

She turned around and stopped at the door, and suddenly said, "Mom, do you remember what I said to me when I was young?"

Xia Ziyu paused and raised her head: "What do you mean?"

Xia An turned around, and Xia Ziyu couldn't help but be stunned. The expression on her daughter's face was particularly stubborn.

Xia An looked straight into his mother's eyes and said, "You taught me the joy of reading and told me that words are the most wonderful inventions of mankind, and reading is better than wonderful music. Different stories are touching songs."

"Mom, you also told me that the reason why you set up a magazine is that you don't want those good manuscripts to be ignored, and talented newcomers should not be buried. As long as they are manuscripts you like and let others recognize them or not, you must move them to your own magazine. But now you only value your own magazine, but gradually ignore the manuscripts themselves, and your original intention has changed."

Xia Ziyu's pupils shrank slightly, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

She looked down at the cooperation documents on her desk, each of which was invited to the old author, and none of which was from the new author.

Have you really changed?

Xia Ziyu looked at the manuscript she was reviewing now. This was also a manuscript by an old author, but she didn't like this article very much, and she even felt pain when reading it.

However, in order to consolidate the magazine with severe readers' loss, she needs the popularity of these old authors to stabilize Ji Yan, who is currently in danger.

Although the effect is not ideal, she has done her best. A few days ago, a large number of authors and readers left, which made Ji Yan fall to the bottom all of a sudden. What she is doing now is at most stable and will not continue to fall. However, if she wants to improve, she still needs to have truly high-quality works.

Readers only agree with good works. If the article cannot resonate with them, then no matter how famous the author is, they will not buy it.

Xia Ziyu closed her eyes slightly. It was indeed as her daughter said that the magazine was not exposed clearly when there was no problem with it. However, since the magazine encountered a crisis, her mind has been completely focused on how to reverse the crisis of the magazine. She looked for old authors everywhere to make appointments every day, forgetting her original intention of founding the magazine.

How long has it been since I felt the joy of suddenly finding a high-quality article when I suddenly found a high-quality article?

She hasn't calmed down for a long time and has been immersed in the story.

Xia Ziyu opened her eyes and wanted to thank her daughter, but looked up and Xia An had already left the office.

"This kid..." Xia Ziyu shook his head, suddenly laughed, lowered his head to continue processing the manuscript in his hand. The manuscript that had signed the contract still needs to be reviewed.

When the sun sets, Xia Ziyu finally finished reading the manuscript in his hand and couldn't help but breathe a breath of turbid air.

Ordinary people do not have such high efficiency, and it is thanks to her that she is a warrior and her physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people. She can be read at a glance and does not miss any details, so she can be so fast.

Xia Ziyu got up and moved his hands and feet, then ate the lunch box next to him, then made a cup of hot tea for himself and sat down again.

She took a sip of hot tea and her eyes moved back and forth between several manuscripts on the table. These manuscripts were several old authors. She was quite interested in the subject matter of one of them and felt that they had great potential.

But in the end, Xia Ziyu somehow turned his attention to the manuscript brought by Xia An in the corner.

She still knew her daughter's vision. Xia An could give such a high evaluation, and even came to her office with the manuscript as soon as possible after school. It would be impossible to say that Xia Ziyu was not interested at all.

"Let's take a look first. It seems that the length is not very long, and it won't waste much time. If it doesn't work, throw it aside." Xia Ziyu took a deep breath, placed the teacup next to it, and then took the manuscript over and opened it gently.
Chapter completed!