It seemed like a bad meeting.

Ning Yuan, who is kind-hearted, looked a little worried, worried that his experience would dispel the young man in front of him for writing. In his opinion, what Wu Junji said was extremely exquisite, but Yang Yi's writing skills are still certain.

Others were unwilling to talk about this issue, so they later talked about some common topics in the circle of literati. However, out of respect for Ji Tangdan, they did not deliberately neglect Yang Yi. Sometimes they were worried that Yang Yi was uncomfortable here and took the initiative to tell him some anecdotes and interesting stories in the circle.

But these people didn't expect it, actually Yang Yi was also helpless? Anyway, this book was renamed "The Earth Bage", Yang Yi was not going to publish it in China at all. At least he did not intend to make any noise before he really won the award.

So whether these people criticize or praise, they have nothing to do with their plans.

Therefore, when Pu Yuan and Tie Shi refused to comment on this, several people thought that Yang Yi was going to be embarrassed or a little embarrassed. But Yang Yi's performance was undoubtedly unexpected. He did not look frustrated with "not being able to appreciate talent", or the frustration of a young man after hitting the wall, but instead listened to everyone talking about gossip in the circle with relish.

Yang Yi will never admit that he is still here for Ning Yuan's new life. Because he likes "Qinggu", he cannot avoid being fond of love for the house and the Wuwu. Yang Yi still maintained a certain amount of attention to the trends of this local writer in Yuezhou.

Probably in the middle of this year, this writer who was in the high-yield period would complete his peak work that he had conceived for five years. Although this book may not be as good as the pure literary works such as "Notes in the Mountain Residence", "Dust settled", "Living" and so on, it is a long-lasting work in terms of sales and influence.

This is the benefit of the foresight. Ning Yuan is not a contemporary young writer in Yang Yi's eyes, but a fragrant big cake.

Yang Yi said that he had no psychological pressure when poaching or something.

Not long after, the three people in the chess room also came out, one looked angry and the other was proud, squinting at the person in front. The last one shook his head in laughter and cry, as if he wanted to be a peacemaker but was unable to match.

When the tea table saw the three of them coming out, they looked like they were not surprised. Pu Yuan joked: "Everyone said that you two cannot play, but they just didn't listen to the advice! And you are the same, so are you. Xiao clearly got it and it was such a headless case in the end, and he was still determined to make do with it."

The person who was called "Lao Dan" looked similar to Yu Pu, with a kind and gentle intellectual image. After hearing this, he waved his hand with a wry smile: "You are wronged by me, it's Lao Qin... Forget it, I won't say it! If you say too much later, it's mine."

It is also strange that the Go that requires careful breathing to be played into a checker or ball chess that children compete for forcing to win. Yang Yi originally wanted to curl his lips and have some fun, but he was not careful that the old single person changed his mind: "Xiao Wu said he asked us to come and review the article. How about it? Have you read it? Did you tell him so well?"

Several people were stuck and felt that this question was really hard to answer.

Finally, Pu Yuan was about to speak and express everyone's opinions tactfully, someone outside the tea room knocked on the door a few times.

Because it is a place to drink tea, chat and relax, although it is the door, it is actually just a few green bamboos. Just through the gaps, you can see the scene inside. The knocking of the door outside is just a polite expression.

The conversation was interrupted, but the crowd in the room felt that it was just right. Pu Yuan didn't ask who the person was, and quickly greeted with a smile: "Please come in."

It was another glasses. Today, the house was filled with people, and there were seven or eight of them with glasses in nearly a dozen people. Yang Yi glanced around the room and couldn't help but smile again, but he didn't care about the relief of these people.

Tieshi noticed Yang Yi's expression, raised his eyelids and said nothing.

The person who just came in was the youngest among the glasses, and he could clearly see from his appearance alone. After he came in, he was stunned. It was obvious that he had not peeked into the room through the crack in the door. Then, with surprise and surprise, he nodded and said hello to the group of people inside. He was particularly reserved and thought he knew many people in the room.

Then hesitated for a moment, and then he came to the "Lao Tie" who had eye contact with Wu Junji several times: "Editor Tie, when I went to submit the articles in the month, you made an appointment with me. Let me show you the manuscripts I have sorted out today."

Editor-in-chief? Yang Yi was a little surprised. He just heard the conversation between these people, and he thought that the people present were all writers from the Yuezhou Writers Association, but he didn't expect that there was an editor-in-chief hidden.

And as the young man said, he had made an agreement with the editor-in-chief early on that he would read the manuscript today, but he was sent here by Wu Jun. Obviously, he did not keep the appointment.

After roughly sorting out the context, Yang Yi shook his head sympathetically. This man was not experienced. He just made an appointment, but he didn't think about it carefully. Even if this "Editor-in-Chief" made an appointment in advance and broke the appointment temporarily, he could not show it in front of others. What's the difference between this and a slap in the face in public? Even if the old iron's behavior is not suitable first, he can only arouse resentment in vain in the end.

Sure enough, after hearing this, everyone else pretended to be nothing to do with him and began to whisper about his own affairs. The meaning was clear, and he was leaving room for this "old iron" to handle this private incident.

"Reporter Xiao An, you are really anxious." Lao Tie laughed twice, raised his wrist and looked at his watch quietly: "I remember when I said this, I made an appointment at 11 noon? I originally planned to inform you after the matter was over here, but you came to find a door."

Yang Yi really wanted to complain - the explanation is to cover up, but it is very likely that such an extraordinary thing would be Jiang Nan. Many of the people here are Yang Yi's potential targets, and it is not easy to do so.

The young man with glasses seemed to have noticed something wrong with him, and was a little anxious, so he nodded and smiled: "I was anxious because I had a table of food in Zhiweiju. Now I came here to notify Editor Tie first."

"Lao Tie" said lightly, without any comment. In places like Zhiweiju, people are reluctant to go for a meal. As the editor-in-chief of a publishing house, he is a popular target in the circle of literati, so he naturally doesn't find it strange. But this sound of um will inevitably make the man with glasses look a little bad, and for a while, it is difficult to respond.

But Yang Yi was still very interested. One was that he was about this old Tie. Since Wu Junji invited this person, and his eyes turned around with him many times, there must be a tacit understanding between the two that outsiders didn't know. Secondly, he was also a little curious about the person who was rushing to please the old Tie, but this curiosity was purely a manifestation of the sequelae of poaching.

What if it is a great manuscript? Yang Yi hid on the side and recalled it carefully. In 9 years, there seemed to be no excellent best-selling market-oriented ones.

Even Ningyuan's new and the "Dust Settlement" which was later called the closest to the Nobel Prize in Literature in China, are shining in literary thought rather than huge commercial value.

When this person suddenly broke into it, everyone's original topic was interrupted and they began to talk about this young human body. Yang Yi was also happy to hide aside, secretly observing the performance of these people, and focusing on the bodies that had been sold in several works.

Afterwards, they were divided into small circles. Lao Tie and Wu Junji got together, while Pu Yuan led the group focused on the game not long ago. Naturally, the remaining two young people who were left without anyone to pay attention to each other.

Yang Yi was originally curious, so when he saw the young man looking over, he took the initiative to smile: "Hello, can you show me..." He pointed to the stack of manuscript paper in the latter's hand.

Although this man was surprised that Yang Yi was able to appear in such an occasion, his mind was mainly on the old iron body next to him, and nodded in a superficial way: "Haha, yes. You little classmate, are you here with the elders at home?"

A group of people are writers from the Writers Association. Not Yang Yi, the youngest among them looks like thirty-six or seven, so it is reasonable for him to ask such a question, and it is not just a waste of time.

Yang Yi nodded vaguely: "Yes, I came with my elders."

His identity is really hard to explain, and it is impossible to mention "please ask seniors to correct the work", so I can just follow his words. Then I took the manuscript handed over by the manuscript and looked at it. The young glasses were very precious to his manuscript. Even when the old man disdained him, his handwriting was still neat and there was no crease at all.

Hey, the words that came into view were not the beginning of the regular style, but a self-report and the purpose of writing. Looking at the line of striking "In order to remember the emotional experiences of ordinary Chinese people at this upcoming turn of the century, I finally started writing", Yang Yi suddenly felt a little messy in the wind.

Isn't this the so-called "" and the so-called "realistic record" that was about to be ruined in the 99th year? If there are literary and ideological nature, as well as articles such as Alai's "Dust settled", Yu Hua's "Living", and Ningyuan's "Water Town New Town" to support the scene, then on the road of commercialization, such pictures that satisfy the readers' "seeking the selfish desires" are the real protagonists.

Although such pictures have only been popular for less than three years, they were really "dead" when the turn of the century came. However, during the two years of popularity, they have undoubtedly pointed out a possible way to make a living for many businessmen and the vast number of unknown authors at the bottom.

"This, how could you think of writing this type of article?"

Yang Yi frowned and recalled for a long time. The first one to lead the trend of such pictures was a reporter from Beijing Youth Daily. It was the two types of pictures he first posted that made the followers' works continue to flow, and finally the readers became tired of reading and aesthetic fatigue.

But it's only early May now? There are about a month and a half before those two lives.

Although he disagrees with Yang Yi's age, the young man himself admitted that he was a junior of a writer here! When he had no way to submit manuscripts, the young man in glasses was also a little ill and rushed to seek medical treatment, so he smiled in confusion: "What do you mean by this? Well...hehe, that's right. My job is actually not a writer. At most, I am a literary lover, but because of my own reporter..."

Hearing this, Yang Yi's face changed strangely, and he sneered in a very dirty heart. However, the young man opposite didn't know the grammatical problem in his words. Seeing the child raise his eyebrows and curl up, he smiled awkwardly: "This, there is no requirement for a profession to write articles."

Yang Yi quickly waved his hand and shook his head: "No, no, there is no other meaning. Sorry, I'm going to give your work, why? Is this type of manuscript unpopular?"

The man with glasses secretly looked at Lao Tie over there and sighed, "Yes, I thought that although this type of book is not nice to say and does not have much connotation to explore, it should be able to meet the needs of most ordinary readers. However, after writing it out, I failed to submit articles everywhere, and then I realized that it was too simple to think about the problem."

When Yang Yi heard this, he couldn't help but feel deeply moved. When he first submitted the "Song Dynasty", his experience was so similar to the person in front of him? They were all types of pictures that had never appeared before, and they were all things that were ahead of market demand.

The only difference is that he met Rogo, the avant-garde, the avant-garde and a fat man with a very market vision among the publishing house bosses. And this young man was in a miserable situation.

Then he didn't speak and continued to bury his head and read the manuscript. Although this type of article was first published, it set off a wave of people's private interests, but when it was targeted at a specific book, it depends on the author's writing skills - including writing style, control, etc. In short, it is the writing ability to attract readers to read.

The man with glasses saw that Yang Yi had no words, but he turned on his own on the spot, and he didn't know what to say.

He came here this time to seek publication. Even if this young man was a junior of a writer present, he could not realize his wish.

Even if Yang repeatedly agrees with his manuscript, he can't put it down even if he reads it with relish, he will not be able to give him any comfort.

"In this way, the manuscript is good, mainly because of the level of shaking the burden, and emotions can also resonate with the type of people! As well as the most subtle descriptions of life details, they can satisfy the curiosity and gossip of many people." Yang nodded and commented while looking, not paying attention to the laughter and crying expression of the young man in glasses.

"In this way, I'll leave you a phone number. After you call, someone will naturally come to talk to you about publishing issues."
Chapter completed!