The manuscript was taken in a small editorial department and received unanimous and sincere praise, which made Chen Xiaomi feel very comfortable and very considerate.
As the manuscript was circulated, the manuscript finally fell into Zhou Chunlan's hands.
After watching "Living", Zhou Chunlan felt very angry for a moment! So jealous!
But there is nothing to do...!
She thought unwillingly: Maybe, maybe this is fate?
She has been working in this position for 6 years, and her submissions of a fairly good level are like crucian carp trees, and she knows how many of them are.
But I have never encountered such a stunning one!
Amazing!
It's indeed amazing!
She was very impressed by Uncle Dai’s comment at this moment: she felt a kind of spiritual baptism when she first read Hemingway’s "The Old Man and the Sea".
But what is different from Uncle Dai is that Uncle Dai is old and has achieved success and fame. Although she has a pursuit of fame and fortune, she is definitely not as eager as they have.
Originally, this article was put into my hands, but I didn’t expect that I would give "Living" to Xiaomi for a while.
By the way, Chen Xiaomi, didn’t you ask for leave if you have something to do? Didn’t you let me take the place of work?
Then why are you here today?
Why come?
Are you here to seize my luck?
Thinking of luck, Zhou Chunlan became even more depressed. She felt that God was deliberately pranking her in the dark, just holding her back and not letting her take off on the spot.
Zhou Chunlan held the manuscript of "Living" and her fingernails were almost scattered, and her heart was bleeding. This was a wealth that was so swelling! It was obviously in her hands, but it disappeared again in a blink of an eye.
At this moment, she hated God for being unfair! She hated Chen Xiaomi for being so lucky!
But she was self-aware that she could not break this rule and rob, nor did she dare to rob. Because she could not afford to offend Chen Xiaomi and the Chen family.
There are rumors that the editor-in-chief of People's Literature and Chen Gaoyuan were once a university alumni. With this relationship, Zhou Chunlan was even more daring to kill her!
Zhou Chunlan, who thought about the causes and consequences and corrected her attitude, looked up and smiled with blessings on her face as she raised her head:
"Xiaomi, congratulations! This is a good manuscript that is hard to find. God is blessing you."
Chen Xiaomi is not a silly sweet person.
She has experienced intrigues seriously in the countryside and rural areas. Chunlan’s trick is like playing house in front of her.
With no trace of scanning the nail marks left on the manuscript, Chen Xiaomi smiled like a spring breeze, "I'm lucky, I didn't expect to pick up a big one today. If it's done, I'll invite everyone to drink."
Hearing the word "wine", Uncle Dai, who was addicted to alcohol, immediately felt energetic and waved his hand to urge: "Success! How could it not be? If anyone dares to let such manuscripts be covered with dust, it is a crime.
Go, go find the editor-in-chief. I can't wait to see you, Xiao Chen, pay for the wine.
Let me agree first, I won’t buy cheap ones to fool me, the old guy.”
"Don't worry, you will definitely be satisfied." Chen Xiaomi smiled and, under the urging of a group of colleagues, quickly stuffed two pills into her mouth, then took a sip of tea, and then walked gracefully to the editor-in-chief's office.
The so-called request for leave for something before was actually because her throat was inflamed, a little swollen and painful, and her voice became hoarse.
She originally had an appointment with an old Chinese doctor, but she suddenly had a stroke and was hospitalized. Later, she had to go to the Western doctor temporarily and prescribed some medicine.
Fortunately, I met a college classmate who had just returned from studying abroad in the hospital. The two of them had breakfast together and had a very happy conversation. This is why she was in a good mood in the morning.
"Dongdongdongdong..."
The editor-in-chief's office is in a corner of the northeast. After Chen Xiaomi adjusted her breathing, she raised her hand and knocked on the door gently.
"Come in!" A voice full of energy came from inside.
Although the editor-in-chief Zhou Mingwei is only in his early fifties, his hair is already half white. If it weren't for his strong energy, Yiran would have looked at it at first sight.
"Uncle Zhou."
"Xiaomi is here, sit down."
We have worked together for two years and are already quite familiar with each other. In addition, Chen Xiaomi has a relationship with the editor-in-chief of the Literature Society, Zhou Mingwei has always been gentle to her. Compared with others, he has less seriousness.
However, Chen Xiaomi is a person who knows how to advance and retreat. She never takes advantage of family relationships and is very humble to everyone and looks easy to get along with.
Of course, this is just outside.
In the past, in the countryside, she was like Li Lan. She never suffered a loss by thorny teeth and sharp mouths. Many men were afraid of her, so she was so powerful.
In her previous life, Li Heng had been sarcastic and sarcastic, and she was so angry that she couldn't eat for ten days and half a month.
"I just heard you were busy outside. Are you encountering some good manuscripts?" Zhou Mingwei knew what happened in the editorial department at a door.
If he hadn't been on the phone just now, if he hadn't been hindering his identity, he would have pushed the door open and walked out long ago.
"There is such an article. Uncle Dai and the others thought it was OK after reading it, so they urged me to come in and read it for you to read it."
Knowing that what happened outside could not be hidden from the editor-in-chief, Chen Xiaomi simply told her openly.
"Oh, Uncle Dai also said okay, then I have to have a good look." Zhou Mingwei put the pen aside in his hand, took the manuscript and started reading it.
"Living"...
This name seems to be interesting, and it should be a topic directly.
Zhou Mingwei thought so, turned on the outer paper and started reading without raising his head.
"When I was ten years younger than now, I got a idle career and went to the countryside to collect folk songs.
Throughout the summer of that year, I wandered in the countryside filled with cicadas and the sunshine…”
The simple descriptions and first-person writing of the novel immediately attracted Zhou Mingwei's attention and made him feel the desire to continue reading.
In the story, Fugui was originally a rich young master, but he didn't know how to cherish this wealthy life and was addicted to gambling. Finally, he lost all his family business, was penniless and poor.
My father was angry to death because he lost all his family business, while my mother fell seriously ill in poverty...
This seemed to open Pandora's box, and a tragic fate came to Fugui again and again. First, his son Youqing died of blood in order to save the county magistrate's wife, and then his daughter Fengxia died of severe postpartum bleeding. His wife died of cartilage due to years of overwork and her son-in-law Erxi was hit by a stone slab at the construction site..."
When I was so excited about it, the manuscript suddenly broke in the middle. Zhou Weiming felt so uncomfortable, as if thousands of ants were biting in his bones.
Chen Xiaomi kept staring at him, silent.
She understood that whether the manuscript was good or not, the editor-in-chief of the boss had the final say, and that her expectations and opportunities were in the hands of the other party.
"It's gone?" Zhou Mingwei asked knowingly, but he had not recovered from the book yet.
"Well, the writer has sent so many people here." When Chen Xiaomi heard the editor-in-chief's tone, her tense mind immediately relaxed.
The heart is done, there is a chance!
"How much space is left in the future?" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Mingwei smiled bitterly and found that he had asked again nonsense.
Seeing that the editor-in-chief was not in his condition twice, Chen Xiaomi's eyes lit up a little, and she smiled and said, "I left a contact number in December, and I'll know if I ask later."
Zhou Mingwei slowly closed the manuscript, staring at "December" without blinking, pondering for a long time before commenting:
"This is a simple and rough epic, a story of struggle and survival, leaving people with a very profound image of cruelty and kindness.
This December is very good at describing characters vividly, and the struggle is reflected in his writing.
Suffering - joy - suffering, this is joy in suffering, and life in death. This state transcends the routine of novels, has writing style, thoughts and stories, and is highly unified with the outside and the core. If this level is maintained later, it will be a well-deserved master."
Having said that, the editor-in-chief Zhou Mingwei raised his head and sighed: "As Uncle Dai said, this is a work that can establish its status. If it can be published, it will definitely cause a sensation."
This status refers to the meaning of having a huge influence in the literary world, becoming a representative work with one step forward, "Living" becomes a representative work.
Chen Xiaomi was very excited when she heard this, and received unanimous praise from Uncle Dai and the editor-in-chief. She seemed to have seen her figure on Tongtian Road.
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Chapter completed!