It was past 10 o'clock in the evening, and people from relevant departments of the company were still working overtime before tomorrow. The lighting in the office was a little dimmed, not so dazzling. The review department was preparing to complete the three reviews and three reviews overnight. It is also because this film "The Soul Broken Gun" is really mature.

After receiving the manuscript, Xu Yingying asked Yue Qingyan what else she needed, she left. The takeaway for Yue Qingyan was bibimbap, which was specially made lighter. Yue Qingyan was not picky, and he was almost completely distracted. He didn't realize what he was eating until he finished eating. Anyway, he didn't care about it, so he just stuffed it into his mouth without any effort.

Then, after Xu Yingying finished packing up, she posted the manuscripts from the first exam and one proofreader in the small group where they usually gather. In addition to Mi Wu and Du Xiao, there were several other authors and editors in the group. They were basically old friends who were strict enough and had strong relationships.

"Oh? Who's it?" It was Mi Wu's active period in the evening, and she replied to the news almost instantly.

"Xiao Yue's. Let him save the scene and get a collection. I came to the company to write it in the afternoon."

"Write in person?" Mi Wu gave a shocked expression.

"Close into the conference room for two hours."

The group is about to explode. Everyone writes things. Although they don’t look closely, they will know that the text quality is quite good. If they will finish 5,000 words in two hours, then this Xiaoyue will be absolutely amazing.

"I'll take a look." Mi Wu said as he went to read the manuscript on his own. The others didn't say much, probably they were all reading the manuscript.

"Edited into the collection of Jingzhe you mentioned before?" After a while, Mi Wu said.

Xu Yingying: Yes.

Mi Wu: What kind of virtue is Jingzhe? I will make it up! Jingzhe is the old man!

Xu Yingying: Just give him a name, it’s nothing more.

Big Bucket of instant noodles: Damn it is the name you want to hang.

Mi Wu: Write a touching comment, maybe you will rely on this for the rest of your life. Xiao Yue is so awesome.

Du Xiao: Miwu, you are not so ambitious. Write it yourself.

Miwu: Please read it!

Du Xiao: Can't write it out.

Du Xiao: Where is Xiao Yue? After writing, I came out to have a drink. The time is right now.

Xu Yingying: I am writing the second article 3,000 words.

Du Xiao: Maybe the most popular thing in Jingzhe’s life is to compile this collection.

Bucket of instant noodles: upstairs.

Shenxu: Jingzhe is talking about compiling short stories on Weibo. You can search it and say that a newcomer was forced into the Ming Dynasty. In order to promote the newcomer, he has lost the editing rights. Let readers keep their eyes open.

Xu Yingying: Oh? It’s a good thing. Lao Lian is worried that he can’t kick him out. I’ll go and operate it.

Miwu: The second and second article. Xiaoyue wrote it in your company?

Xu Yingying: Of course. I made a free-up meeting room for him. Lao Lian had a screen mirror in his room.

There was a silence in the group.

Du Xiao: Did you type "The Soul-Broken Gun" by looking at it?

Du Xiao: You... are a bit cruel.

Du Xiao: Is there a camera in the conference room? Let’s start a live broadcast for us.

Miwu: I want to watch it if I open it online.

Xu Yingying: Then I... go to B station?

Big Bucket of instant noodles: No. Live typing, do you still have to watch it? How boring are you?

Xu Yingying: Maybe it’s quite fun.

Mi Wu: Ask Xiaoyue, if he doesn’t agree, then forget it.

Xu Yingying: He is now... useless. He was so stunned that he almost stuffed his nose when he was eating.

Xu Yingying thought it was fun and quickly set up the live broadcast. The live broadcast screen was divided into four grids: two screens and two surveillance cameras on the top of the conference room. One surveillance camera can see the panoramic view of the conference room, while the other surveillance camera is just above the conference room, which can clearly capture the entire keyboard, mouse, and hand when Yue Qingyan was typing.

Yue Qingyan had planned the composition and plot of major events on the whiteboard in the conference room. He wrote very sloppyly and did not break the law to recognize words, so everyone gave up. But on the screen, you can see that Yue Qingyan had checked a lot of information from the Republic of China and opened dozens of windows in full. And in his word document, it seemed that the beginning had been written.

"There are two women in Zhenbao's life. He said one is his white rose, the other is his red rose, the other is his holy wife, and the other is a passionate mistress. This is how ordinary people have always said the word "Jing Li" separately.

Perhaps every man has two such women, at least two. After marrying Red Rose, over time, the red one turns into a wisp of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one is still the "bright moonlight in front of the bed"; when marrying White Rose, the white one is a rice stick on the clothes, and the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart."

After reading such text, there was another awkward silence in the group.

Gan Xu: Do you think this is a newcomer?

Du Xiao:...yes.

Gansu: I didn't see anything else. But he looked better than me. The rhythm and text at the beginning were simply amazing.

Miwu: I don’t want to write romance anymore, I’m stimulated!!

The group was silent.

Xu Yingying knew that these old friends were definitely not hit, but were a little unwilling to accept it, and some were dissatisfied with him. The authors are all competitive guys. Although there is no first in literature or martial arts, everyone actually understands how an author writes. The more skilled and experienced the author is, the more he knows who writes better.

The company picked up a treasure before the Ming Dynasty. There is no doubt that the quality of this treasure is much higher than they expected. This is terrible. How could this Yue Qingyan be a newcomer?

An author must have his own growth trajectory, how to go from a newbie to a slow growth, and to become a clear and mature author in writing. If Yue Qingyan is really a newbie, then his previous training quality should be very high and his reading level is also very high. Moreover, an author must have to experience a natural writing state to a greater or lesser extent. For example, writing stories around him, using immature words, writing middle-second plots, etc., lack of planning, no clear purpose of writing, just for writing. But Yue Qingyan is not, the idea of ​​several articles is not low, and he is very clear about what he wants to write and how to write through the layout of the article. Such a newbie can make many wasteful seniors who have been writing naturally for many years and are ashamed of.

However, Yue Qingyan still appeared where he typed out a 30,000-word short story in front of everyone, word by word. To say that this can deceive people? If you don’t say anything else, memorize 30,000 words and then type it back, it is almost impossible. Moreover, if there are paragraphs with obvious quality problems during the writing process, or the quality fluctuations are very large, then anyone can see the problem.

Yue Qingyan chose this article "Red Rose and White Rose" for a long time. He was about 3,000 words and could choose a lot of things, but it was good to say it at a glance. He could have beautiful sentences, which could cause thought but not quarrels, and was topical. This article "Red Rose and White Rose" is probably very suitable. Moreover, the content nodes of this novel are clear, and Yue Qingyan was deeply impressed.

Yue Qingyan worked until after 2 a.m. At this time, Xu Yingying was already asleep on her desk. A Yue and Lianxingjie were still drinking outside, but Lianxingjie still found some friends, while drinking and singing, while watching the "live broadcast" in the office. In a not-so-large circle, many people were watching this live broadcast, basically all authors, editors, etc. Everyone understands that a new star was born like this. Although it is hard to say what height he can reach in the future, at least now, his appearance is really amazing.

Some old friends have already begun to congratulate Lianxing Festival. With such a newcomer joining, I might be able to take advantage of this momentum to make a good start in the morning.

Yue Qingyan was not aware of the subtle changes that had occurred in the entire circle because of him. In fact, he had no other thoughts in his mind except to write the novel. The glass wall in the conference room was now covered with various plot tips and the words he wanted. Yue Qingyan could not remember every word in the original text, but just remember the plot and the golden sentences in it. When writing it, it had to be so stressful that it was unimaginable. But this time the creative atmosphere was very focused and relaxed, because someone was in charge of the logistics, and he just had to concentrate on writing the article. In this state, it would be impossible to be efficient.

When Yue Qingyan was sleeping, the main text had more than 3,000 words, and it seemed that the entire subsequent plot had been arranged. In the live broadcast room, there were more than a dozen authors and editors hanging there. Everyone had to sleep, but it was normal for the author to go to bed with their computers on their own. Originally, everyone thought it was an interesting thing, and they would hang it.

But when Miwu got up the next morning, he found that there were more than 200 people in the live broadcast room.

There are many people who are bored or unable to sleep, otherwise the live broadcast will not be so developed. But reading people's typing? It's not. Many people just can't sleep and wait until two, three, four o'clock... all the familiar live broadcasts are turned off, but they still can't sleep. Many people want to have someone together in form or psychological terms, and they are not so lonely.

There were basically no barrage in the live broadcast room, but a few people gave some rewards. They just gave rewards politely. Occasionally, a few people looked at the screen and thought it was well written, so they praised it.

"Oh? How long will this live broadcast last?"

Mi Wu called and woke Xu Yingying up. Xu Yingying hurriedly said in the live broadcast room: "Live broadcast will last until the end of this short story."

Xu Yingying seemed to feel something was wrong, so she quickly called A Yue to ask for instructions on what to do.

A Yue was very calm: "Of course it was the live broadcast."

"Ah? After writing this article on the live broadcast? This..."

"The quality of the article is guaranteed, so let's finish the live broadcast. Do you have confidence in him?"

Xu Yingying looked at the document: "There is still some. Just based on this opening, the whole text is not bad."

"This is helping him become famous. It's a good thing. I'll post a Weibo account later and post a live broadcast link."

Xu Yingying: "But he... Xiaoyue himself doesn't know about this."

"It's okay. If you bite him, you'll ask him, and he agreed. Anyway, he has nothing else in his mind except typing, right? He won't remember it at all. Remember, he'll bite him."

Xu Yingying was in a difficult situation at this moment, so she had to grit her teeth and said, "I understand."

Becoming a big deal? Others who are in the cultural industry are probably not good at it, but making things bigger is considered their job. Xu Yingying walked through the conference room and looked at Yue Qingyan who had already gotten up and started writing, thinking: I hope I am really helping you.
Chapter completed!