Chapter 50 Chinese Dream Core
She has just turned eighteen - Gu Lu stopped his thoughts of making me laugh, because meme is called meme only if everyone knows it.
He coughed twice, "Editor Han Zang, is there a possibility? I'm just saying it's possible, I'm just a student kid."
When Han Zang heard this, his cerebellum shrank, and it showed in The performance on the phone is a pause of several seconds.
"College student?" Han Zang asked tentatively, but he also knew the answer in his heart, because college students had long ago changed their voices and would not be so immature.
"This year, the third grade of junior high school will graduate." Gu Lu said directly.
"..."
When people read a book, they will have a vague imagination about the author. Not to mention the appearance, at least they have an impression of age and personality.
The Gu Lu he imagined was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties who had some experience in human nature and society. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain the paradoxical writing style.
“It’s like this. Originally, my writing style was relatively fresh and fresh. I wrote several manuscripts in “Story Club” and “Youth Literature and Art”.”
Oh, a hero comes from a boy! He had contributed to other magazines before, and Han Zang looked down on "Story Club" a little bit, but "Youth Literature" was famous, and who else nominated it when it was first established.
Gu Lu said the prepared words, "Editor Li of "Story Club" told me that my storytelling is not strong. I happened to see "Mountain City" and "Wolf" in the text, and I felt that the story The sex is very strong."
"I watched "Liao Zhai" and "Yingchuang Yicao", and learned a bit about ghosts," Gu Lu said, "I think this style of writing is suitable for writing reasoning. With these three articles.”
If Han Zang has not heard of Yingchuang Yicao, most people in Liaozhai must know it. A sentence came to his mind: “Writing about ghosts and monsters is superior to others, and it is cruel and greedy that penetrates the bones.” Three points!”
Aren’t “Wanderers on the Ceiling” and “D Banpo Murder Case” just about corruption? Describes the dark desires of human nature.
And Dr. Muro's article was a slander?
The logic is smooth, but Han Zang still feels a little weird, but what the other party said is so clear. Two magazines, Story Club and Youth Literature and Art, can be purchased at any time. This kind of lie can be broken at once. , there is no need...
Not necessarily, it is possible for a junior high school student to tell such an obvious lie!
"Teacher Xiao Gu is really a born writer, with a natural sensitivity to words." Han Zang got up from his desk and walked downstairs.
There is a newsstand not far from the company, where you can buy popular magazines and newspapers.
Ten years later, most of the newsstands were gone. Even those that were not gone were converted into stalls selling water and cigarettes. The only way to buy newspapers and periodicals was to order online, but it was quite easy to buy the current edition.
When Han Zang walked over, he introduced the advantages of becoming the contracted author of "The Reasoning of Time". Anyway, Gu Lu on the other side of the phone didn't notice anything.
There is a huge difference between magazine contracted authors and online novel contracted authors. The former ones don’t have to worry about submitting manuscripts because they can be assigned full-time editors and their manuscript fees will also increase accordingly.
At the same time, when it comes to publishing singles, magazines will also favor them.
There are so many advantages and disadvantages. Contracted authors must submit their manuscripts on time—if they fail to do so, they will face frantic reminders from the editor.
That’s why some masters in the manuscript procrastination industry said a classic saying: Don’t talk about talent or luck, what you need is a deadline and someone who can beat you up if you don’t deliver the manuscript, and then you will be beaten by yourself. The talent scares me.
Han Zang must confirm it again. Because he is a little disillusioned, he can choose a light novel title "The elegant uncle in my heart cannot be a junior high school student", just in case.
I purchased the first half of June issue, looked through the catalog, and sure enough I saw two articles signed by the author "Gu Lu".
Doing two things at once, he quickly scanned "Shoes" and "Santini Flying Man". Han Zang was silent, and Nima put these two articles in front of him and told him that they were written by one person. Hard to believe.
Is there really such a person in the world? Han Zang felt that he had learned a lot.
"Teacher Gu, please think about it more specifically. Our "Times Reasoning" is the number one reasoning journal in China with a wide coverage."
Han Zang said that regarding signing Gu Lu as the contracted author, it must be After discussion by the editorial department.
Don’t think it’s easy. In the past six years, there have been only thirty signed writers. Han Zang also needs to talk to the editor about this accident (underage). "Okay, I will think about it carefully. The main reason is that I am facing the high school entrance examination, and I should focus on studying." Gu Lu said.
“…Okay.”
The friendly exchange ended, Gu Lu also smiled, and his goal was achieved.
Why do you have to talk so much nonsense?
Gu Lu not only says it now, but also wants to say it several times more, because the chances of getting works by different authors are too high. Even if he has a "word habit", it is still not enough.
So Gu Lu wanted to instill this point of view into different editors, and then the editors spread a rumor: Teacher Gu Lu liked to change styles since he was a child.
Do you know the value of your childhood habits? In this way, Gu Lu believes that the credibility will be greatly improved.
After using the computer, I logged into the official website of the Ye Shengtao Cup. It was almost time to have news about the finals. Sure enough, Internet mobile terminals were not popular, so the announcement was slow.
When Gu Lu was about to leave, he walked out of the room and saw someone playing Digimon on PS3. He was a little bit nervous. He was tortured by Fan Xiaotian in front of him. Do you want to play today?
"I have a lot of money now, what should I be afraid of!" Saving money is a man's confidence, and Gu Lu was going to play for a while and play with the human machine.
Human and computer games are also divided into levels of difficulty: easy, simple, difficult, and hell.
Gu Lu won a few easy difficulty games and felt that he was invincible. He had the illusion that Zilong and I were in and out seven times.
Just give yourself a hard time - hell.
Lost.
Lost.
Lost.
Lost.
lose.
Win.
Don’t get me wrong, the winning round was because Gu Lu made the wrong choice and adjusted the difficulty back to easy.
"The world is not always satisfying, so the fat boss will add more time!" Gu Lu glanced at the time and knew that his play time was about to end, so he took the initiative to add more time without being reminded.
In a minute or two, huh? Why is there no one? Normally, he would charge extra money so quickly that it was contrary to his size.
Gu Lu turned around to look for it strangely. The fat boss was sitting outside the door holding a chair, holding a cigarette between his index and middle fingers. He was looking at the flaming clouds in the sky.
EMO? It wasn't evening yet. It was probably the aftermath of the failed blind date last time. Gu Lu walked over silently.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
The store door faces west, and the orange color happens to be sprinkled on the fat boss, like the center of a huge soft-boiled egg...
"What is the fat boss looking at?"
Gu Lu also followed his gaze and saw that the setting sun was painting the roofs and telephone poles, and the light reflected from the glass windows was no longer dazzling; there were passers-by on the street, some carrying vegetables home, and some naughty children jumping up and down.
The space seemed to be distorted. Gu Lu was hit for a moment. He had seen this scene in his dream. It was the most common scene in his childhood dreams. It seemed that the Internet described it as a Chinese dream. nuclear.
What should I continue to say, extra money for the fat boss? Or just chat for a while? Gu Lu couldn't make up his mind for a moment.
(End of this chapter)