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Sure enough, Tian Tian spent the whole afternoon, but none of the key authors could guarantee to deliver the manuscript on time. At most, they only agreed to give it a try.He rubbed his sore fingertips, full of bitterness, but no matter what, he didn't want to say to Zhuang Mo, "Dude, you're right."As for the others, Brother Liehuo was dealing with affairs full of energy, as energetic as at nine o'clock in the morning; while Ye Shun was already drinking afternoon tea and watching a literary film—is it still possible to watch movies during working hours? !

Zhuang Mo took off his glasses and rubbed the space between his brows.With so many stacks of magazines, he almost read them all.He is a picky reader, he doesn’t like the writing, skip it; the opening is not attractive, skip it; there are too many uncommon words, skip it; There are only one or two stories at most, so his reading speed is so amazing.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Zhuang Mo's brows were furrowed, Tian Tian became energetic all of a sudden, and leaned over to urge him to speak quickly.The subtext is: what bothers you so much?Say it and make me happy!

Zhuang Mo groaned softly: There is no one who can hit.

In recent years, with the sudden emergence of online literature, the physical book industry has been greatly impacted, and fictional magazines and publications are among the hardest hit. The sales of "New Painting" will drop to one-tenth of the original, which is a microcosm of the industry's downturn.The decline in sales has led to a bad result: low profits have led to strict control of costs. Ten years ago, the manuscript fee was 150 per thousand words, and ten years later it will still be 150 per thousand words.In contrast, online literature has established a complete monetization channel. Even if the average author's thousand-character remuneration does not reach this amount, he can still make up for it at a daily rate of [-]. Why come to your magazine to be judged by the first and second judges? gas.For novels, a good idea can write millions of words, but for the same good idea, short stories can only be written in such a small volume, and the tiny gap in remuneration for thousands of words will soon be evened out by the terrible gap in word count.

The manuscript fee is not high, and excellent authors are lost very quickly.Commercialization is a natural filter. Authors can write whatever makes money. This is the iron law of the capital market.Therefore, the decline in the sales of "New Painting" also led to a decline in the quality of the content, forming a vicious circle.In the past, the serials here were Four Seas, Xuan Yuan, and Tan Si, but now a second-tier Changsha Bai Shangshang can be a sister.

To be honest, there are many young writers who have aura, but Zhuang Mo can't pick anyone who is worthy of his cultivation.

He is looking for a genius, a genius who can support the entire post-network era and redefine the popular standards of popular literature. He wants to create an entire era that belongs to him. His writing style is so outstanding that no one has ever written like him. Articles, once published, will shock the world.He will be imitated by tens of thousands of people, praised by tens of thousands of people, and his name will not be forgotten in the future, just like Han Shao in the new concept era and Song San in the Internet era.

"Are you also looking for an author who can make an appointment?" Tian Tian felt that he was also worried about this.

"Almost." His task is much more difficult than Tian Tian's. There are many people who can put out fires, but there are only a few geniuses.

Looking at him, Tian Tian knew that he hadn't found it: "Tell me, what if the two of us really can't find the author? Do we have to write it ourselves?"

"If you can't find it, just find one or two medium manuscripts and correct them by yourself." Zhuang Mo got up, went into the reference room and brought a stack of spare manuscripts, and sat down to read the manuscripts again. "There are tens of thousands of people who code, and 2000 yuan for a manuscript is worth half a month's salary. How come no one accepts it?"

"Thank you for your encouragement, why don't I feel comforted?" Tian Tian lay on the table, lamenting his pitifully small salary. "What are you looking at?"

"Backup draft."

"What is an alternate draft?"

"Through the review, but if you can't publish the story as much as possible, the schedule will be postponed indefinitely."

Tian Tian snorted: "Isn't this a defective product? What's there to see?"

"The backup manuscripts were eliminated, some because of lack of quality, and some because of inconsistent style."

"How can you climb if the style doesn't match?" Tian Tian yawned.

"The lack of style does not mean that the author is not capable."

Tian Tian chewed for a while, and suddenly realized: "So as long as you find a very poor author who can write well, you can successfully complete the task, right? Anyway, he must be willing to cater to the style of the magazine for money, and he doesn't need to be an old author. Now that there are so many people writing articles, I want to find whomever I want!" After he figured this out, he happily rushed back to the computer, opened his Sina Weibo, and sent private messages one by one to the watch list.Although he bid farewell to "New Painting", he did not let go of reading idle books, such as red dots and green river jokes, Zhihu animation fan... He is a legendary two-dimensional otaku.As long as the author is not limited, he can pull a large truck.

"I wish you success." Zhuang Mo inadvertently congratulated him on regaining his energy, but his fingers that were flipping through the manuscript stopped.

Soon, Tian Tian poked his head out of the cubicle as if he had seen a ghost, looked at Zhuang Mo whose shoulders were shrugging, and rubbed his eyes.God, this iceberg poker face, is he smiling?How could he laugh? !

"What, what? What's so funny!" Like a newborn animal, he would be distracted by anything.

"A manuscript." Zhuang Mo stabilized his mood, and put the manuscript paper on his right hand, just out of Tian Tian's reach.Tian Tian is so angry that his seven orifices are filled with smoke, are you afraid that I will steal your author? !Play office fights with me on your first day at work, you scheming bitch!With his buttocks not leaving the armchair, he stomped on his toes, dragged himself to Zhuang Mo's right hand with the chair, grabbed the manuscript and read it.He laughed out loud after reading a few lines, and then saw the author's name, which was an email address, [email protected]

"The sense of the Internet is very strong, like a joke." Tian Tian threw the manuscript back to him casually, "There are quite a lot of people writing this kind of thing on the Internet, once you laugh it off, you forget it."

Zhuang Mo was noncommittal, and put the manuscript back on the right hand side.

Not long after, Zhuang Mo picked up another manuscript, this time it was a dark historical story with a lot of imagination.It tells the story that after the fall of the previous dynasty, the new emperor found a sleeping beauty in a palace made of gold.He thought that Sleeping Beauty was a member of the former emperor's court and took her by force. She didn't wake up or speak, but the emperor was fascinated by her.Not long after, Sleeping Beauty became pregnant and gave birth to a baby. The baby had a secret physiological structure that was far from human. The emperor thought it was the inheritance of the blood of the previous dynasty. He was deeply frightened and closed the golden palace. He was indifferent to the eldest son of the emperor. estranged.

The second half of the story tells that the eldest son of the emperor is very talented, and by virtue of his strength and cunning, he seized the throne.One day when his counselors were sorting out the historical materials of the previous dynasty, they discovered that the Golden Palace already existed when the former dynasty was founded, and there was a sleeping beauty inside.She is a goddess, and the royal family of the previous dynasty originated from her birth.At this moment, on the other side of the imperial palace, the eldest son of the emperor found the golden palace and the sleeping beauty, and he was very admiring and lucky to see her.

From generation to generation, emperors come and go, but the royal family is always the blood of the goddess.She never wakes up, but she never dies, she rules this huge empire with her womb, and lives forever.

……

This manuscript seems out of place in the manuscript of "New Painting".Not only that, because of the existence of the incest plot, it is destined not to be published in any paper products.But Zhuang Mo was touched by this setting.A wild, terrifying, dark, and absurd sense of reality seized him, making him sweat coldly at three o'clock in the afternoon in midsummer.He believed that Wu Lan was also fascinated by it, so he left it in the spare manuscript.

He conveniently put this manuscript on the right hand side.

Suddenly he glanced away, and compared the two manuscripts on the right.Internet jokes, overhead history, completely different styles, completely different writing methods...

the same author.

People with such poisonous eyes didn't notice it when they reviewed the manuscript.

Zhuang Mo sorted through the rest of the manuscripts, and found three more manuscripts of this guy: he wrote suspense reasoning, folklore, and science fiction future. Doesn't fit the magazine style. After the revision, "New Painting" is light on novels.

He took the e-mail and asked brother Lihuo: "Who is this?"

"It's him!" Lie Huo let out a cry, "...I don't know."

Zhuang Mo: "..."

"That's right, he has never been through the final review, so we have no one to follow this author." Under Zhuang Mo's condemning eyes, Brother Liehuo explained sweatingly, "His submissions were mainly concentrated two years ago. We have no shortage of authors, and no editor is free to take him. Later, the editor-in-chief found his manuscript after returning from a business trip, and wanted to talk to him, but this person has disappeared. He didn’t write a pseudonym or QQ, so we couldn’t contact him .”

"How focused is he on his contributions?" Zhuang Mo quickly grasped the point.

"One month. These five manuscripts were submitted by him within one month."

Zhuang Mo was speechless: "An author can control almost all major categories. He produced five short stories within a month, but you let him go."

"We don't need it!" Brother Liehuo felt innocent.

Zhuang Mo returned to Tian Tian's side, grabbed the mouse and opened his QQ mailbox.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" Tian Tian thumped the table.

Zhuang Mo completely ignored his resistance, and sent an invitation letter to Anonymous through his mailbox: Hello, I am the editor of "Xinhua", and I sincerely invite you to submit a manuscript. The manuscript fee is favorable, QQ165xxx89

"Why don't you make an appointment yourself! Aren't you thick-skinned?!" Tian Tian cursed.

Zhuang Mo looked at the delivered sign and stared at the manuscript in his hand.

It seems he was wrong.His task is not very difficult.

It is true that there are many firefighters who can finish the draft within three days, and geniuses are extremely rare.

But genius is remarkably easy to recognize.

Every word he writes declares who he is.

The author has something to say: [Small editorial knowledge class] Which platforms or channels do editors find authors?

Generally, it is from major mainstream websites, as well as some self-media platforms (WeChat, Weibo, Zhihu, Jianshu), and more from the authors of email submissions to dig out a group of excellent and cultivable authors. Part of it comes from the recommendation (pimping) of familiar editors or authors.