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Albert took off his glasses:

"Honestly, Hill, your literary talent is outstanding and talented, but it is obviously still a bit immature. According to my assessment, your short article does not meet the requirements of our editorial agency. I feel sorry for this. Perhaps , you can read more of the recent works of those great writers."

Although she knew this might be the result, Hill's eyes still flashed with disappointment. She stood up and bowed to the old man:

"Okay...Okay, after I go back, I will follow your instructions and read more, learn more and write more. Next time, I will come up with something better."

Old Albert smiled: "I really like an aggressive young man like you. I believe you will succeed."

Although it was just a word of encouragement from Albert Sr., it could also inspire Hill's self-confidence.

She stood up, said goodbye to the old man, and turned around to leave the editorial office. Although she didn't say it, the loss in her eyes could not be concealed.

At the same time, Lin En, who was secretly observing all this, narrowed his eyes: "It seems that the writer has been rejected by Albert several times, but he still perseveres. Is this... the persistence of rushing to the street?" ?”

When the old man Albert got up to drink coffee, Linn sat down in his original seat, picked up the short story written by Hill on the desk, and started reading.

Soon, Linn finished reading. After reading Hill's short story, Linn felt a headache.

"In traditional serious literature, Hill deliberately stacked words in order to finish the manuscript. Coupled with the dense layout, just looking at it gave me a headache."

When he first came here, Lin En had already understood that the world Hill lived in was a world with a very lack of novels. Of course, it cannot be said that there was a lack of novels, but that there were very few interesting novels.

Most of what people read for pleasure is traditional literature, poetry collections, magazines, and chicken soup stories.

How would you feel when you hear a good poem and rush to buy the entire collection of poems, only to find out that the entire collection contains just such a gorgeous poem?

Of course, this does not mean that this kind of literature is not good, but for ordinary people, the reading experience is actually average. In this impetuous era, it is difficult to calm down and read traditional books.

Lin En raised the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "If the Internet articles from my world were moved here, it would probably be a dimensionality reduction blow to this world."

At this moment, the door to the room was opened, and old Albert entered the room with a cup of coffee.

When he saw a young and handsome man sitting in his seat, he was stunned: "You are..."

Lin En stood up with a smile, "I'm sorry, my name is Lin En. I am a young man who loves literature. I just wanted to submit an article, but when I entered the room, I found that you were not there. I was attracted by the stories on the table. Be careful... you will be fascinated by it."

"Oh, that manuscript was written by a girl named Hill. To be honest, the article is very good, but there is no innovation. People are tired of this kind of article. It's rare that you can still read it so absorbedly. "

Albert saw that Lynn had no ill intentions and his attitude was very sincere, so he didn't think much about it. He sat back at his seat with the coffee, took a sip, and asked:

"Mr. Lin En, when we meet for the first time, I must tell you frankly that our editorial office has very high requirements for soliciting manuscripts. Do you want to submit a manuscript? I don't know if you have any previous historical achievements. This will have an impact on our evaluation of the price of your manuscript. It’s huge.”

Linn spread his hands: "As you can see, I am just a little-known writer with no historical achievements."

Albert: "That's right. Can I see your manuscript?"

Linn nodded: "Of course there is no problem."

After speaking, Linn took out a manuscript from his backpack.

Of course, this was a manuscript that Linn created casually using his own abilities. His mental strength was extremely strong, which also brought benefits to Linn. His memory and IQ became superior.

He mixed the passages from classic online novels that he had read in his memory, and created an opening that filled the audience with anticipation.

After a struggle, a man named John became the king of a country. He returned to his hometown in rich clothes and found that his daughter was sleeping in a doghouse. In anger, he summoned a hundred thousand warriors and prepared to destroy her. Those villains who bully their own daughters!

Albert took Linn's manuscript and started reading.

At first, he was a little contemptuous, but as he read slowly, the refreshing layout and smooth plot made him immersed in it. Unlike traditional literature, he could read almost ten lines at a time without moving at all. Brain, this fresh reading experience, coupled with the refreshing plot, made him unable to extricate himself.

The only sound left in the room was the sound of turning pages.

Albert was fascinated by what he saw. He wanted to know how the male protagonist would suppress the villains who bullied his daughter. Unfortunately, the story ended abruptly at this point, leaving only one hook.

Albert was very sorry and asked: "Why is it gone? What about the subsequent plot?"

Lynn: "I have already written the rest of the plot. Let's talk about the price, Mr. Albert."

Albert stood up and said very excitedly: "Honestly, Mr. Linn, this manuscript you wrote is very innovative and enjoyable to read. It is suitable for all ages. I have never seen this kind of manuscript before." How to write it, let’s do this, we sign a sharing contract and you serialize this novel in the magazine we publish..."

For a treasured author like Lynn, how could Albert be willing to let him go? Shouqi offered very tempting conditions.

Lynn smiled: "Of course I have no problem."

Albert: "Wish us a happy cooperation!"

When Lynn walked out of the editorial office, old Albert saw her off with great enthusiasm and a bright smile. This scene fell into the eyes of writer Hill.

She was surprised. Why was the editor-in-chief of the magazine so enthusiastic about a young man who was not much older than her?

Could it be...that he was his illegitimate child?

Hill immediately imagined an ethical drama!

If Linn knew about Hill's thoughts, he would definitely be full of black threads. Do you writers have such rich imaginations?

Of course, Linn was not suffering from convulsions, so he used an old-fashioned Internet article topic to bargain with Albert. All he wanted was to make himself a big boss in Hill's eyes!

As we all know, in the eyes of Xiaopoujie, it is very satisfying to get some advice from the big boss!

Linn stood in the winter sunshine, looking at the writer Hill who was standing on the steps in a daze.

Lynn couldn't help but wonder why the writer became a member of the producers.

"Perhaps the reason why writer Hill gave himself such a code name is because his previous manuscripts were rejected and his continuous rejection led to a lot of resentment."

At this moment, Hill hesitated, then took the initiative to step forward and asked Linn: "Excuse me, are you an author? I noticed that Mr. Albert is very enthusiastic about you."

Lin En's lips curled up, no, he's curling his lips!

He said calmly: "It's nothing, I just read my novel to Mr. Albert."

At this time, it was winter in the city, and the weather was extremely cold, but Hill was wearing extremely thin clothes. Her little face was flushed with cold, but there was a little admiration on her face.

"Really! Have you finished the manuscript?"

Linn rubbed her nose and smiled: "He seems to have given me a very high evaluation, and he insisted on forcing me to sign some kind of contract..."

When Hill heard this, she was very envious of Lin En. She looked at Lin En with pleading eyes: "Excuse me, can you teach me some writing skills? I also want to finish the manuscript, please!"