Entertainment: I created a flourishing world of entertainment

"Didn't disturb your meeting?"

Lin Shishi asked weakly, and then walked slowly into the meeting room.

"We're not in a meeting." Editor-in-Chief Yu moved out a seat for him: "Sit."

"The Department of Literature may be facing a crisis of closure, so I have been busy with things here for the past few days. I just hung up on you. I'm sorry."

Song Lanlan explained.

"It's okay." Lin Shiyi waved his hand.

"By the way, are you looking for something serious?" They all ran to the literature department in person, and Song Lanlan felt that something happened to Xiao Linzi.

Or it's something about the composition department.

"It's nothing serious. It's not a whim recently. I want to write a book." Lin Shishi didn't hide anything.

"Writing a book is a good thing, is it a personal autobiography?"

Although Song Lanlan was troubled by the literature department, she had to smile when facing Xiao Linzi.

Don't let Xiao Linzi feel that he has a sense of distance in the company.

Especially her supervisor.

"Publish novels." Lin Shishi replied.

"Publishing novels?" Hearing these four words, Editor-in-Chief Yu was the first to react: "I didn't expect that Kobayashi from your composition department is also good at writing published novels."

"This..." Song Lanlan leaned closer and asked, "You can still write novels?"

"Well, I just started my career yesterday." Lin Shishi replied honestly.

Hearing this, Song Lanlan's face darkened.

But editor-in-chief Yu didn't have too many surprises.

When some people reach the limit in their line of work, they always want to cross-line and engage in other businesses.

Just like Kobayashi, the road of music should come to an end.

If you go any further, you can only embark on the road to conferring the gods.

Regardless of whether he has the talent to write and publish novels, just this courage to cross the line is worthy of respect.

Song Lanlan and Editor-in-Chief Yu thought differently.

What she thought was that Kobayashi had created so much value for the company anyway, if he wanted to write a novel, let him write it.

Could it be that the company can't let the little prince play around?

Writing novels should be regarded as the little prince's entertainment in the company.

Song Lanlan reacted very quickly, and pushed the boat smoothly: "Old Yu, Xiao Linzi is the baby bump of our composition department, and the novel he wrote must be published for him no matter what?"

Editor-in-Chief Yu nodded with a wry smile: "Sure."

Is not this nonsensical?

Even if you have just entered the industry for a few days, even if your writing is poor, if the little prince wants to play, let him play enough.

The literature department was short of funds before, and it still relied on Lin Shiyi's song sharing income to invest.

Plus huge channel fees.

It's a pity that when I met Book Library, the editor-in-chief there was Li Hansheng's cousin, and he was determined to compete with Blossom.

"Xiao Linzi, what subject are you going to write about?" Song Lanlan gave Editor-in-Chief Yu a look.

He quickly understood, walked over and quickly introduced: "There are several major categories of published novels, supernatural, sports, youth fantasy and love."

"For someone like Xiao Linzi who is new to the industry, I suggest writing youth fantasy or love essays first... After all, you are also a young man, and the threshold for love essays is not too high."

"Ah."

Lin Shiyi hummed lightly.

"That's okay, you go back first, and then submit the manuscript to me after writing it, and I will review it myself." Editor-in-Chief Yu is going to send his email to Lin Shishi.

"I've already written it." Lin Shiyi replied sincerely, that little expression didn't look like a lie.

"Huh?" Editor-in-Chief Yu was surprised: "Didn't you just enter the industry for a day?"

"Yeah, I just joined the industry yesterday, and then I wrote a beginning overnight." Lin Shiyi narrowed his eyes and laughed.

"What subject matter?" Editor-in-Chief Yu asked curiously.

"The civilization of cultivating immortals is a classification of immortals."

"Xianxia? What Xianxia..." Rao Yiyu, the editor-in-chief's many years of reading comprehension, was almost choked by this answer.

After thinking about it, I was relieved.

After all, this Kobayashi god has just entered the industry for a day.

For newcomers, there is always a kind of person who can write original novels, create new categories, and become the originator of the mountain.

Editor-in-chief Yu climbed to this position, and I have seen many writers of this kind.

After being beaten by reality for a year or two, I obediently read and write.

Although Song Lanlan didn't write books, she occasionally read those published novels.

I also know a little about classification.

As for the so-called Xian Xia, I have never heard of it.

Although Lin Shishi is very talented in the music industry, it does not mean that he will be able to flourish after crossing the industry.

Not to mention wanting to become a mountain monster.

"Since the beginning has been written, you should submit it first." Editor-in-Chief Yu didn't want to hit Xiao Linzi.

After all, he is a baby bump in the composition department, if he wants to come to the literature department to play, then let him play.

Anyway, the Department of Literature has already been overwhelmed by Zangshu.com, so it won't be too much trouble to recruit an extra Xiaomengxin.

"Then I'll go back to the office first and send it to Editor-in-Chief Yu later." Lin Shiyi finished his explanation, turned around and walked out of this small conference room.

"You little bastard in the composition department, you're a bit arrogant." Editor-in-Chief Yu didn't laugh, but felt that Xiao Linzi was young and energetic.

Very own style.

"How can I be promoted from a composer to a gold medal within half a year without a little pride?" Song Lanlan raised her chin proudly: "I'm going back to the composition department first."

"Row."

After seeing off Lin Shishi and Song Lanlan, Editor-in-Chief Yu returned to the office and became irritable alone.

He pressed two temples, and not long after, a message popped up in the mailbox.

It was the manuscript sent by Lin Shishi.

Although he didn't have any hope, God Kobayashi still had to give him face.

Regardless of the quality of the manuscript, it must be signed.

Just as he was about to click on the email, an editor-in-chief knocked on the door to report: "Editor-in-chief, it's bad, the only senior writer in our literature department has also been poached..."

Hearing the editor-in-chief's report, Editor-in-Chief Yu's heart sank again.

The last senior writer has been poached?

The literature department is still playing a fart.

The title of writer is unanimously certified by the literary guild.

The highest temple-level title is the Supreme God.

Followed by great gods and senior writers.

Writers who have just entered the industry can only be considered certified writers if their works are signed.

Works that have not been signed can only be regarded as not in the mainstream, and have not really stepped into this threshold.

The Department of Literature originally had one master and four seniors.

With the support of these five super-popular writers, no matter how bad the Blooming Literature Department is, its performance will not be too bad.

Some time ago, the only great god and three senior writers were poached away.

Now the last senior writer left is gone.

The entire literature department, relying on those certified writers who can only sign contracts, can't support it at all, and its performance will plummet.

"Okay, I see, you go out first." Editor-in-Chief Yu's face was instantly haggard and pale.

He was already devastated and full of despair about life.

He is already middle-aged, so hard, why?

Originally thought that Blooming would set up a new department, and if he was recruited as the editor-in-chief here, his career would start to flourish.

Unexpectedly, he was still the same, handsome wherever he went.

"Li Hansheng..."

This name appeared in the editor-in-chief's mind, making him annoyed and powerless: "I dug your family's grave? Do you want to keep targeting Blooming Literature?"