In this life, we don’t even talk about love dogs

Chapter 4 I am your dearest editor!

In the editorial department of Qidian Chinese Network, early in the morning, the editors returned to their workstations after having a morning meeting.

Zhao Naipeng, the fantasy category intern editor, yawned, made himself a cup of coffee, and began to review the manuscripts in the background.

In 2009, it was still the golden age of online literature, and as the leader of online literature, most of the countless authors chose to submit their articles on Qidian Chinese website.

As for fantasy, as a major category of online novels, the number of manuscripts is not to mention, especially now that the college entrance examination has just ended, many idle prospective college students will try to open a book.

After all, who doesn’t have a novel dream?

But the problem is that the large number of novel submissions does not mean high quality.

Especially in the fantasy category, this is not something that newcomers can touch.

"Well, this author's writing is quite fluent, but his imagination is not very good. I'll sign it."

"This book is very imaginative. It's these sentences and writing style. Big sun? Small flowers? Digging in the garden? What the hell is this? Isn't this a primary school student?"

"This author couldn't have come from some strange website, right? Damn it, it's hard to see!"

After reading the manuscript for three hours, it was already 12 noon.

Zhao Naipeng cannot be said to be panning for gold in the sand, but he is also panning for glass in the sand.

If you come across something that's okay, just sign it, as it gives the newcomer a chance and hope.

"Xiao Zhao, how are you? How many books have you signed this morning?"

An old editor named Xia Jue stretched his waist and looked at the newcomer at the desk next to him.

Not long ago, an editor-in-chief of the Fantasy Editorial Department changed his job. The Fantasy Editorial Department recruited three intern editors for a three-month probationary period.

Within three months, the best performers stay.

Zhao Naipeng is one of them.

"Seven or eight books." Zhao Naipeng smiled at Xia Jue and said, "Brother Xia, I think fantasy is really too talent-demanding, and it's too difficult for newcomers to get involved."

"Isn't that true? Not everyone can write "Fights Break the Sky"." Xia Jue said enviously, "It would be great if I could also sign for such a good book. I heard that this brother's bonus this year is this number. "

Xia Jue made a six.

"It's not common to see blockbusters like that." Zhao Naipeng shook his head, "Brother Xia, you go to eat first, and I'll read two more books."

"Okay, then Xiao Zhao, I'm going to the cafeteria first."

"Okay Brother Xia." Zhao Naipeng waved his hand, put in a drop of eye drops, and then continued to review the manuscript in the background.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Zhao Naipeng's eyes lit up when he saw the title of this book.

"Taoist ghosts and immortals? This name seems to have some meaning."

Zhao Naipeng clicked in to take a look.

[Li Huowang raised the medicine stick in his hand and smashed it into the medicine jar out of boredom...]

Zhao Naipeng read on at a glance.

For editors, one eye and ten lines are basic skills. Otherwise, with so many books, how many can I read in a day? Not to mention there are other things to deal with.

But the more he looked at it, the more Zhao Naipeng straightened his back.

Not quite right!

Zhao Naipeng pulled up the page and read it a second time. This time, Zhao Naipeng read it line by line.

Half an hour later, when Zhao Naipeng still wanted to open the next chapter, but there was no next chapter, Zhao Naipeng finally came back to his senses.

Zhao Naipeng stared at the computer blankly. He didn't know what kind of mental state the author was in when he wrote.

Zhao Naipeng feels that readers and authors must go crazy.

This book is really well written, both in terms of writing style, imagination, and narrative!

This author is simply a genius!

half an hour later

"Xiao Zhao, you haven't gone to dinner yet. What's wrong with you? Why are you blushing so much and seeing the little pornographic text again?"

Xia Jue came back after eating and looked at Zhao Naipeng curiously.

"Brother Xia..." Zhao Naipeng exhaled deeply, "I seem to have found a dark horse!"

…

On the second day after traveling back in time, Ye Ge and his mother-in-law sold breakfast and lunch before returning to their room.

Ye Ge plans to continue writing five chapters.

As a coder in his first life, Ye Ge typed very quickly, and Ye Ge didn't have to think, he just copied what was in his mind.

So for Ye Ge, 10,000 words only takes one and a half hours every day.

However, when Ye Ge opened his writer's backend, Ye Ge received an on-site text message.

[Your work has reached the contract standard...]

Ye Ge added the QQ staff responsible for signing the contract, and the staff quickly approved it. The next step was to fill in personal information, print the contract, then sign and return the contract.

After a set of procedures, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when Ye Ge finished sending the express.

"Zi Zi, are you free today? Please have a meal with me."

Just when Ye Ge was about to go back, the phone rang. On the other end of the phone was the voice of Wang Jie, the richest man in the class.

Yan CiCi said that Wang Jie would confess to her at the class reunion next week.

In fact, Wang Jie never confessed his love to Yan Cici, whether in his first or second life.

Maybe it was because of his own rebirth that something happened accidentally, the butterfly flapped its wings and affected some things?

"Why did you think of treating me to dinner today?" Ye Ge said with a smile.

Ye Ge is actually very popular in the class and gets along with most of the boys.

"Well, you just came, 'Eat Happy Food Stall', I'll be waiting for you." The other end of the phone seemed a little reserved.

"Will the taxi fare be reimbursed?"

"Reimbursement, for sure!"

"Okay, I'll be there later."

Ye Ge closed his phone and called Ms. Song, saying that his classmates would treat him to dinner tonight and he would not go back to eat. Then he hailed a taxi - "Master, enjoy your meal at the food stall."

"okay."

As the taxi speeds in the car.

Ye Ge couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Ye Ge still feels that the money is coming in a bit slowly.

Because the novel has a public period, there is no income in the first month and a half, and after it is released, the money comes slowly. Even if it can become a hit, it will take some time.

Not to mention, I have no idea how this novel will be received in this era.

I have to think of another way to make money.

Ye Ge suddenly sat up straight as he listened to the music played on the car music.

"Yes, I can also copy songs!"

In this era, if a song becomes popular, if nothing else, the ringtone business is amazing!

But the biggest problem is.

The songs and melodies in my mind are indeed intact, but I can’t write music.

Is it possible that I should start learning staff music by myself?

Learning musical notation takes a lot of time, but it can be solved if you take the time.

The question is, who should I find to sing?

If I am tone-deaf, I will definitely not be able to get on the stage.

And while Ye Ge kept thinking, the taxi had already stopped at the door of the food stall.