Chapter 143 It can’t be a person!
"How could it be the same person? I saw the little prince. He was full of childishness. Either he had a white beard or his hair was tied up. Besides, you didn't read the news? The person who wrote this fairy tale was still a student, and now you tell Is it possible that I, Tie Zhu and Yue Ge were written by a student?”
“Rational analysis, it is indeed unlikely. The core of Yue Ge was written by a middle-aged man with children and parents, Tie Zhu. Not to mention, it sent chills down my spine. They are two completely different things."
"Don't say such scary things. Have you ever seen a writer who writes suspense and mystery writing a fairy tale novel? It’s a matter of age.”
Zhu Twelve looked at the direction of the discussion in the group and nodded silently. The two Gu Lu must not be the same person, because emotionally, a group of authors dare not touch a student. The tiger's beard sounds very embarrassing.
12twelve12: "No more joking, let's talk about something reliable. Who in the group wants to charge again in the second issue of "New Reading"?"
The group members all responded in unison and will not participate. , can’t afford to come.
Haha, the sneer Zhu Twelve has finally seen clearly. These people will definitely open their vests (change their pen names and submit articles). They will only come back to explode when they succeed, and they will not admit it if they fail.
Of course, it would not be too honest for Zhu Twelve to directly use his own pen name, because he needs the popularity accumulated in the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions series.
It would be bad if I changed my pen name and made a farce of plagiarism and borrowing. Zhu Twelve is so clever!
The authors are worried, and everyone in the Xinrui Reading Editorial Department is also worried.
“Editor-in-Chief Dong, there is something wrong with the submission data.”
“What data is wrong?”
“There are too few submissions in the two sections of Fog and Strange Powers and Gods. ."
"How many?"
The above is a conversation between Editor-in-Chief Dong and a certain editor-in-chief, not Juan Wang Xiaoxue, Juan Wang is reviewing the manuscript.
“We have received 5 articles about strange powers and chaotic gods so far, and 1 article about heavy fog.” Xiao Huangmao’s editor responded.
"?" Editor Dong was startled, his expression was like what are you talking about?
After the revision, the popularity and quality of "New Reading" have been improved. According to the usual statistics, there should be about 20 articles in the four main sections at this time.
“The number of submissions for New Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio and Three Nightmare Shocks has increased significantly.” Xiao Huangmao said, “According to our judgment, there should be many authors who did not see the hope of winning, so they changed their tracks.”< br>
This was beyond Editor Dong’s expectation. I thought I would find a strong author to hold the show, but it’s not good to be too strong.
“This issue should have announced the voting data for the first issue.” Editor-in-chief Dong said, “I realized that the gap is too big.”
This is the case. Many authors finally gave up on their suspense. Got it!
"Then let's..." Before Xiao Huangmao finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chief Editor Dong.
"This kind of attack data is the most critical. Once it is discovered that it is fraudulent, it will lose its most important credibility." Editor Dong thought, "You can go out first, and I will think about it."
In general, there are only two ways to do it, either increase the "bounty" in the Mists and Monsters section, or set up a "Half Challenge".
To explain simply, even if you don’t win the vote, you can still get rewards if you reach a certain number of votes voted by readers.
Without vote fraud... Chief Editor Dong was thinking about the feasibility of two methods.
Being busy until 8:30, Editor-in-Chief Dong chose the "half-way challenge" mode. Because it is true that there must be brave men under the first category of heavy rewards, but as time goes by, it is found that the pie is uneaten. Is it possible to improve it further?
After research, Editor-in-Chief Dong has designed the "vote line" and will wait for it to be perfected in the third issue. It needs to be combined with the second issue data in the second half of the month.
"It's really hard work. The whole publishing house is off work. There's nothing we can do. If this problem is not solved early, the section will become useless without excellent submissions over time." Editor-in-chief Dong said to himself, feeling that the editorial department would not be able to do it without him. The smell of running.
Does this count as emphasizing the importance of one's work and providing a short-term psychological comfort?
"Gu Lu is really a genius in short stories. Although his literary quality is far inferior to that of masters such as Mark Twain and Chekhov, his storytelling is so good." Editor Dong thought.
He also knew that Gu Lu's "The Little Prince" was popular, so he didn't make a big fanfare because he just wanted to promote it at the right time.
Editor Dong walked out of the office and pulled the switch on the sky outside the window, turning off the sun.
The lights on the workstation were all turned off, so it looked dark - no, there wasn't, there was a lonely light on in one corner.
What's going on? Editor Dong walked over. Very good, he saw a familiar face.
"Xiao Xue, it's so late, why don't you get off work?" Director Dong asked.
"I'll finish reading these manuscripts first and then leave," Xiao Xue said. "Editor Dong, you still have to put your health first. If you collapse, won't our editorial department be in disarray? It shouldn't be Stay up until seven or eight o'clock!"
"..." When Editor Dong heard this, he couldn't help but say a thousand words, and finally said, "It's the same thing at home, there's no need to be in the company."
"Oh, editor-in-chief, don't worry, I don't want overtime pay. It's my own volition to contribute to the publishing house. I'm very excited when I see our magazine slowly taking off." Xiao Xue said, "Besides, I don't have a computer at home, so I use a computer to read manuscripts. It’s much more convenient than using a mobile phone.”
“You still have to pay for overtime. I’ll talk to the finance manager later,” Editor Dong said with a dry voice, “You guys should go home early after finishing your work. This company locks the door...”
"I lock the door of the company basically every day. It is very secure and no problem." Xiao Xue said OK, "Editor Dong, please go home and rest quickly, I still have to review the manuscript."< br>
It can be said that Chief Editor Dong was urged to leave. He suddenly felt that he was not the most indispensable person in the company... At night, Gu Lu returned home, opened the refrigerator and heated up yesterday's meal. In his hand, he held the magazine he bought when he left school at noon.
"If you stick to "New Reading" for one more issue, you will earn another two thousand yuan." Gu Lu was eating while reading the data published by the magazine.
After eating and clearing away the dishes, Gu Lu thought about his current situation.
“From the current point of view, "The Little Prince" can make a lot of money. Do we need to register the trademark or something?"
"It seems that Zheng Yuanjie encountered this situation in his previous life, Pipilu If you are registered as a pork seller, you should ask people in the industry to think carefully about it," Gu Lu thought to himself.
“‘The Little Prince’ is a cult favorite.” Gu Lu was glad that he did not hire anyone to do the illustrations for him, but copied the original work bit by bit.
"Copyright must be handled well. Even if it only reaches 70% of the popularity in the previous life, it is still a huge gold mine!"
The publishing fee is usually paid in three to six months, so "The Little Prince" earned The money has not arrived yet.
Publishing so many short stories, Gu Lu now has more than 20,000 in bank card deposits and has no worries about money.
There is also a relatively good supply of food, clothing, housing and transportation.
The next day, the sun sets over the earth again.
Taking small steps towards school, Gu Lu corrected some of his shortcomings in his previous life in his new life.
In his previous life, the more time he was pressed for, the more wasteful he would be - but now he will leave enough time for himself.
As soon as he walked into the classroom, there were people like monkeys in Mount Emei who were very excited when they saw bananas.
"Gu Lu, you are finally here!" Lu Ping saw Gu Lu and ran to his side impatiently.
Why did this product come so early? Generally speaking, the first person to come to the class is Wei Liluo, followed by Lu Yi and Gu Lu, and the third group of people are those who rush to copy homework early. There are no fixed classmates, and there are always students who have not finished their homework.
Logically speaking, Lu Ping, Zeng Jie and other F4 players are stuck.
"If you have something to say, just talk about it directly, don't gossip." Gu Lu realized that the zebra hadn't arrived either. Today was a special day.
“Let’s make a deal first. If you want to borrow your homework, I haven’t finished it yet. I’m looking for the wrong person.” Seeing that Lu Ping hesitated to speak, Gu Lu quickly added.
"If you don't want to borrow your homework, come out with me." There was an outsider (Wei Liluo) in the classroom, so Lu Ping turned around and left first.
Why so many whispers? Gu Lu followed Lu Ping and walked out.
When he reached the corner, Lu Ping slung his schoolbag back on his chest, opened the zipper with a snap, and revealed a plate of delicate roses.
Afraid of being scratched by the inner wall of the schoolbag, there is a layer of bamboo strips to protect the roses, which are intact and bright.
A man gave a man a rose. Lu Ping was afraid of being misunderstood and quickly explained, "This is a flower for you. Don't think about it. This rose..."
"I You know, roses represent heaven’s pride and a beautiful wish,” Gu Lu said first.
Lu Ping's eyes widened, "You know?!"
"Of course, roses are assassins and are a symbol of beauty in ancient times. There is also a poem 'In honor of who gives roses', which expresses love for roses." Gu Lu said, "So giving roses is very etiquette. My best wishes.”
“It’s no wonder you can become a writer. You know all this trivial knowledge.” Lu Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
“When I heard what my mother said, I thought she was deceiving me.” Lu Ping said.
He was really not joking. With Qi Caiwei as the driver, he decisively realized that the wheel of the car really had two brushes, so he ran back that night and asked his mother to get another pot of osmanthus.
Lu Mu’s reply was that she gave the same flowers twice, showing no sincerity at all, so she took a pot of roses and said a lot of words.
"How come you know everything?" Lu Ping couldn't help but ask.
"Because my junior high school teacher is very knowledgeable." Gu Lu replied.
"Then you have mixed knowledge." Lu Ping took out a rose from his schoolbag and handed it to the person in front of him, "Brother Zhulu, you should also like roses. I'm watching "The Little Prince" There are so many scenes about roses in it.”
“Have you watched it too?” Gu Lu asked.
"Me, my dad, my mom, all four of our family have watched it. Although it is a bit childish, it is really good as a fairy tale." Lu Ping gave a thumbs up.
Indeed, the Little Prince may be a bit naive for high school students, but it is just right for college students and people in society.
"What about that? It was my problem last time. The little devil of basketball confused my mind. I will learn from it this time." Lu Ping quickly promised.
“Basketball really confuses the mind.” Gu Lu did not expose it, “I kept the sweet-scented osmanthus well at home. If I bring another pot of roses, I will also keep them well.”
(This chapter End)