Xu Yingying walked out of the conference room, turned around and walked into Lianxingjie's office. Lianxingjie, A Yue was waiting for her.

There was a window open on Lianxingjie's computer, synchronizing the two screens of the computer in the conference room, showing Yue Qingyan's every move.

Yue Qingyan did not waste any time. He opened the document, searched for some information and started writing it. The speed was very fast.

On the screen, lines of text jumped out like this. Lian Xingjie and A Yue looked at it for a while and were almost stunned.

Shazilong's escort agency has been changed to an inn.?

The dream of the East cannot be awakened. The sound of cannons suppressed the tiger roar in the wild forest of Malay and India. The half-awake people rubbed their eyes and prayed for their ancestors and gods. Soon, they lost their territory, freedom and sovereignty. People with different faces stood outside the door, and their muzzles were still hot. What are their spears, poisonous crossbows, and thick shields with colorful colors? Even the gods believed by ancestors and ancestors are no longer effective! The dragon flag is no longer mysterious. With trains, passing through the tombs destroys Feng Shui. The maroon-red and ear-like dart flag, the steel knife with green shark skin sheaths, the horses with bells ringing, the wisdom and slander in the world, loyalty and reputation, even Shazilong, his martial arts and careers all turned into last night like a dream. Today is a train, a quick gun, a business and a terror. I heard that someone wants to kill the emperor's head!?

This is when the wards were no longer available, and the national martial arts had not been promoted by the revolutionary party and educators.

Who doesn't know that Sha Zilong is short, thin, neat, hard, and bright, with his eyes as bright as the star in the frost night? But now he has meat on his body. The escort agency has changed the inn, and he owns three northern rooms in the back courtyard, with a large gun standing in the corner, and there are several pigeons in the yard. But at night, he closed the door of the courtyard and was familiar with his "Five Tigers Broken Soul Spear". In the northwest area, he created the five words "Sharp Gun Sand Dragon" for him in twenty years, and he has never met an opponent. Now, this gun and this gun will no longer enhance his glory and victory; just touching the cool, slippery, hard and trembling pole makes him feel less sad. Only by picking up the gun alone at night can he believe that he is still "Sharp Gun Sand". During the day, he does not talk much about martial arts and past events; his world has been blown away by the strong wind.?

The text at the beginning is so round and mature, so beautiful that there is no need to change a word.

"He is going to write martial arts," Xu Yingying asked, "But..."

"It's not like, it's too difficult to write martial arts in short stories..." Lian Xingjie said. He was a boss, but also a very senior literary editor and reader. "This is when the ward was no longer available, and the Chinese martial arts had not been promoted by the revolutionary party and educators." This sentence exploded in his mind, as if he had suddenly called something out.

This time, Yue Qingyan chose the super famous chapter in the short story: Lao She's "The Soul-Broken Gun".

He is so familiar with this article that he can recite almost the full text. Moreover, every detail of the idea, words, rhythm, etc. can withstand picky thinking. When he knocked out "The Soul-Breaking Spear", his mood was in awe. Because of him, all kinds of literary works in the world have been replaced. According to his reading and understanding these days, the level is still very high. However, if a chapter like "The Soul-Breaking Spear" is left behind and cannot be presented in front of the world, he will feel guilty. Many novels have this mood, and it is precisely because of this mood that he can keep himself awake enough. These things may become famous from them, but these are not their own things.

The full text of "The Soul-Broken Gun" is less than 5,000 words. Yue Qingyan checked some information to verify his memory. He never stopped the rest of the time and finished it in less than two hours.

Ye Jing was a rare man. Sha Zilong closed the small door and stabbed sixty-four guns in one go. Then, he leaned on the gun and looked at the stars in the sky, remembering the majesty of the wild forest in the wilderness. He sighed, slowly touched the cool and slippery gun body with his fingers, and smiled slightly: "Don't spread! Don't spread!"

The end of the last paragraph jumped out on the screen. Although Yue Qingyan did not play "finished" at the end, the passage and ending feeling of this novel, which is something that Lian Xingjie and A Yue would not make wrong judgments.

"Yingying, Xiaoyue will give you hello. No problem," said Lian Xingjie.

"Of course. His article...is no problem." Xu Yingying was a literary youth after all, so she could naturally see the level of this article, but the two bosses didn't speak, so she couldn't make this decision.

"Into the review process, this article is completely fine." Lian Xingjie said: "In fact, it is estimated that the proofreading is just proofreading."

A Yue nodded, he scanned it again and said, "I have changed the typo."

Xu Yingying returned to her work station and waited for Yue Qingyan to come out. Although they were peeking through the screen, at least they could not let Yue Qingyan know at this time. The two bosses had already left the company and turned into a tavern in the alley not far away.

After drinking a few cups of wine, Lian Xingjie exclaimed: "A Yue, I have found a treasure in this essay contest."

"Yes. This is not a newcomer. The style of writing is too sophisticated, and the completion of the work is so fuckingly high." A Yue exclaimed.

Completeness is a very mysterious standard for measuring the quality of a work. Usually, works with high completion do not need to be adjusted and modified repeatedly, and form a single frame. On the contrary, those with low completions need to rely on editing or subsequent links to adjust, modify and improve.

Yue Qingyan's novels, especially the short story I just completed, have a very high completion rate. According to A Yue's preliminary judgment, this "Soul Broken Gun" may not be able to move a single word.

"I'm so so so experienced that I have doubts. "Your Name" is quite amazing, and the perspective changes are very mature. "The Story of Your Life" is fine. If he is studying linguistics, it is normal for him to be more sensitive to such content. "Eight Minutes of Warmth" is actually not a big structure, but his observation ability in small subjects is really great and his language is beautiful." Lian Xingjie said: "But, today's "The Soul-Broken Gun" is...it's probably a work on the annual short story list. It was written in one go, and it's already done without modification? It's just a ghost."

"I recited it?" A Yue himself didn't believe this statement.

"Impossible." Lian Xingjie said: "If you can write such a thing, don't know the value of this thing? It's hard to say that it is a work with literary historical significance."

"Is this a bit overestimated?" A Yue said: "If I had written such an article during the Republic of China period, it would undoubtedly be famous for the history of literature. But now..."

"The little people in the great change, outdated professionals, the frustration of missing the times, the unwillingness and subtle expectations and waiting, this emotion will never be outdated in any period. I think this period is better than what you mentioned in the Republic of China. After all, he is not like a revolutionary patriot or a relic who prevents change. But this article seems to be correct no matter how you understand it."

A Yue thought about it and nodded. The boss is the boss, and his literary appreciation is one level higher than his.

Lian Xingjie said: "You look at his articles and his emotions are actually very consistent. He expects changes and is afraid of changes. Although it is hard to say that this is the mentality of a healthy young man, as an author, it is really great."

"A newcomer is really frustrating. I can't write a few articles." A Yue sighed, picked up the small wine glass in his hand and drank it all.

Even Xingjie poured wine for A Yue and said with a smile: "What's there to be frustration? This guy didn't hesitate or revise it when he wrote "The Soul-Broken Gun". This is better than Wang Bo's writing "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng."

"However, there is no one who can write a novel now that is really hard to write. It is no longer the same as the setting sun and the lone wild goose flying together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color," A Yue said with a smile.

"Talk him and sign him. Be our exclusive author and support him." Lian Xingjie said: "We have resources that others have, and we have them, and this kind of author may really miss it and never have them again."

"Boss, are you so confident?"

"It's not a matter of confidence. A newcomer who has had systematic training and practice in the past, and now he can write such a sophisticated novel at this age, he can't read it as a newcomer. Looking back, you can find a way to arrange for him to make a long article, more than 300,000 words. If his long article has no shortcomings, then sign it decisively. It will be too many benefits for us."

"Okay. I'll go back and arrange it."

Even Xingjie poured a cup of wine, and said with a sigh: "I feel so touched. Read the article "The Soul-Broken Gun". The great times have changed, and the business rules have changed. Publication and media are not easy to do. They are obviously the best literary editor and publishing editor, and they are so young that they can't think of things, but they still don't know what to do. They don't know what the world has become. I know that this great times are right, and these changes are sooner or later, but why is the big wheel of the times just going to be crushed over me?"

"Boss..." A Yue said: "It's better to treat this as an ordinary novel in the Republic of China, don't have too many associations."

Lian Xingjie smiled and said, "Yes. Let's see how others interpret it."

Lian Xingjie and A Yue saw a lot of things through an article. The most important thing is whether an author has the entire era in his heart. An author who does not have this era in his heart and does not have an overall view of the situation is not far away. It is the same thing to write in detail, but a good author can often see the world he knows in the subtleties. This ability is really not something that everyone can possess. Even many mature authors will have this problem, confined to daily events and details, and cannot see more. Once more cannot be seen, a work may resonate and empathize with readers, but it will definitely not reach the profound and magnificent echo when knocking on the door to the readers' hearts.

And that is probably the realm of geniuses.
Chapter completed!