Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

Because of Zuo Xiangting's flirty words, Qiao Jing's life in the next week was in dire straits.

After sending out the manuscript, he stayed in the library reading almost all night. In order not to be chased away, he even found a job as a temporary librarian. Of course, he was only responsible for sorting out, registering books for borrowing and cleaning kind.

Although I feel that I have more buffs on my body, but there is no way, now Qiao Jing has no time to think about these things.

——Even if medicine a hundred years ago was far less advanced than modern medicine, it is definitely not to the extent that he can learn it in a week!

Even if he used his shorthand ability, those anatomical diagrams and the names of drug ingredients that he couldn't distinguish clearly still made him dizzy.

Ozocaine, benzocaine, procaine... Qiao Jing was desperately memorizing these obscure names with his head hanging on his head, while gnawing viciously at the steamed buns that Zhang Shuqi kindly brought him when he came to the library at night, He was still taking notes in his hand.

After staying up for several nights, even the usually indifferent face of the black-haired young man rarely showed signs of collapse.

Studying medicine can't save XXX, so it's okay if he doesn't become a doctor?

He wants to abandon medicine and follow literature!This profession is completely impossible to learn! ! !

When he came out of the examination room the next day, on the way back, Zhang Shuqi excitedly said to Qiao Jing, "I'm sure I'm sure this time! The last question I wrote is..."

"Stop, I don't want to know what you're writing." Joe Mirror interrupted him expressionlessly.

Just get out of the exam room and get the answer right, people do things?

Zhang Shuqi choked, and resentfully said: "Okay then. In the afternoon, I plan to go to the theater with Brother Zeng and the others. Today there will be a famous actor, Cheng Yarong, on stage. Do you want to come together?"

Qiao Jing's expression was in a trance, and it took him half a beat before he remembered to answer: "No, I'm a little sleepy."

In fact, Qiao Jing has only slept for more than three hours a day for several days in a row. During the exam, he was hanging on with the fairy spirit of "I can pass but not the subject", not just "a little sleepy" at all. degree.

——There is only one thing on his mind now, and that is to go back to the dormitory and fall asleep.

This time, I fell asleep until the evening.

When he woke up, the dormitory was still pitch black. It seemed that Zhang Shuqi didn't plan to come back tonight.

Qiao Jing turned over and sat up slowly, rubbed her eyes, changed her clothes and prepared to go to the school gate to see if there was any letter addressed to her.

In this world, he will definitely not write some science and technology that transcends the times as before. After all, for a country with basically zero industrial base and a long-standing poverty and weakness, even if he has theoretical knowledge, it is a coincidence. It is difficult for a woman to cook without rice, which is equivalent to making a wedding dress for others.

Just writing in this world also has great risks.

Don’t you see that so many literati have been imprisoned, exiled, and assassinated in history—so, even though Qiao Jing contributed to the “Dongfang Beijing News”, he made a special request:

If the newspaper decides to publish his novel, he hopes to meet with the editor-in-chief of the newspaper in person to discuss the remuneration and other related matters.

Qiao Jing hopes that no matter how many works he publishes in the future, the world will only remember his pseudonym and his identity as "Yan Heqing", not Qiao Jing.

Still the old saying——

What does the article written by Yan Heqing have to do with him, Qiao Jing?

It was getting late at this time, and the old man guarding the school gate was probably sleepy. Hearing that Qiao Jing had come to look for his letter, he didn't even think about looking at the student ID card of the young man in front of him, and just pointed to the side The pile of letters just delivered by the postman: "I can't read, you can find it yourself."

This was exactly what Qiao Jing wanted.

When he contributed to the "Dongfang Beijing News", the name he used was Yan Heqing.

Even if he will meet with the editor-in-chief later, Qiao Jing still does not want his classmates, teachers and professors at Jingluo University to know his pseudonym—it is not because he feels shameful, but simply because he is afraid of trouble. .

Just one Jing Xinglan is enough for him.

Moreover, in this era, there are not many literate people, and those who can publish articles in newspapers are influential figures wherever they are placed.

Qiao Jing expressed his respect and gratitude for everything that made him rise to the top of the world.

He returned to the dormitory with the letter, opened it with a knife, and pulled out a few pieces of letter paper that still smelled of ink from the envelope. On it was the reply letter written by the editor-in-chief of "Dongfang Beijing News".

Qiao Jing glanced over the politeness, and saw the most important part at a glance:

"...The manuscript has been received. After reading it, I was overjoyed, and then I let out a long sigh, full of emotions. You are a genius! At [-]:[-] tomorrow afternoon, if you are free, please come to the second floor of the newspaper office. Mr. Xu is waiting for you."

Seeing these words, Qiao Jing also breathed a sigh of relief.

His living expenses are finally settled.

It's just that we have to meet someone tomorrow, Qiao Jing couldn't help sighing when he thought of this. Although he was very reluctant, this matter was very important, so he had to meet Xu Weixin.

He sat in the dormitory and thought seriously for a while, then decisively took out a pen and paper, lay down on the table and wrote what he was going to say tomorrow.

If you can do it with pen and paper, don't say a word! ——by Qiao Jing

Ever since, the next afternoon.

Xu Weixin, who had been waiting for Yan Heqing's arrival at the newspaper office, was a little restless all morning. His anomaly was too obvious. Near noon, he finally attracted the attention of other members of the newspaper office.

"Editor Xu, what's the matter with you today?" Someone asked him curiously, "Could it be that some high-ranking official is coming to inspect and visit? But the newspaper office has not received any notice."

"What are you talking about?" Xu Weixin said, taking out the pocket watch in his pocket and taking a look, "I'm just waiting for someone."

Before the man could continue talking, seeing that the agreed time was almost up, he couldn't sit down any longer, so he stood up directly from his seat, walked to the window with big strides, and kept looking down at the street with his head. beyond words.

The people next to them looked at each other and shrugged.

I don't know who can make Editor-in-Chief Xu, who has always been moody and indifferent, so eager to meet.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps came from the stairs on the second floor that Xu Weixin suddenly turned his head.

He stared at that direction with piercing eyes. In Xu Weixin's imagination, Yan Heqing should be a middle-aged gentleman who cares about the country and the people, with a sophisticated style of writing, or an old man who has gone through vicissitudes but still has a pure heart ——

But when the mysterious man who had all the hat, sunglasses and scarf, and wrapped himself up as tightly as he could, stood still on the floor of the second floor and asked in a low voice which of them was the editor-in-chief Xu, Xu Weixin All the imaginative fantasies in my mind suddenly shattered like bubbles flying into the sun with a snap.

This... isn't this really a bank robber, a Jiangyang thief! ?

Xu Weixin swallowed his saliva, but he still walked up to the man: "I am Xu Weixin."

The mysterious man stared at him for a few seconds with his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses, and suddenly saw Xu Weixin's goosebumps.

"Let's talk about the restaurant downstairs."

He said lightly, his voice surprisingly young.

Looking at the back of the mysterious man who turned and left, Xu Weixin was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he hastened his pace to keep up.

Although it is very unbelievable that the author in front of him is the author who wrote the article that made him feel amazing, but Xu Weixin warned himself in his heart that people should not be judged by appearances, and seeing Mr. Yan's calm and calm hermit attitude, one can tell at a glance that he is a deep-rooted author. Hidden masters of literature!

Thinking of this, Xu Weixin couldn't help calming down his doubtful heart, but he admired Yan Heqing even more.

...But in fact, Qiao Jing just felt that it would be wrong to say too much, so he tried not to speak.

He didn't expect that Xu Weixin could be given such an illusion.

The two came to sit down in the garden restaurant downstairs of the newspaper office, and Xu Weixin took the initiative to order a pot of tea for Qiao Jing.

"Mr. Yan, I—" He was about to speak impatiently. Suddenly, Xu Weixin watched the mysterious man sitting across from him stretch out his hand, and took off the sunglasses, hat and scarf that were used to hide his face one by one, revealing a A clean face that is so young that it is even a bit too much.

He was immediately speechless.

How old is the boy in front of you?Xu Weixin thought in disbelief, 22?twenty?Or want to be younger?

At the same time, Qiao Jing was also observing Xu Weixin.

He chose to contribute to the "Dongfang Beijing News", of course not because of a whim, or simply because of the convenience of being close to the school.

Before Qiao Jing came here, he also had a good understanding of the newspaper's founding year, sponsor, distribution office, sales outlets, basic overview of published novels, and other important information.In particular, Xu Weixin, the editor-in-chief of this newspaper and the person in charge of the novel column, is his focus.

The novel column of "Dongfang Beijing News" was a new section added three years ago, and its founder was this serious man in front of him in a gray striped suit and meticulously applying hair oil.

When he added this column, he said that he hoped to use novel literary genres such as vernacular novels to "warn the world and wake people up". It is of great help--by comparison, the speech section of "Dongfang Beijing News" is much more exciting.

Those big figures in the literary and political circles published articles in this column one after another, commented on current affairs at home and abroad, and refuted each other's ideas with sharp language in newspapers.

However, the number of people who can understand these commentary articles is small after all, and the general public still prefers to read some easy-to-understand vernacular novels as a pastime after dinner.Seeing that many newspapers that are not as good as the "Dongfang Beijing News" have greatly increased their sales by relying on serial novels, but the novel columns of their newspapers have not improved for a long time, and they can't even find a leading writer. Can't stop.

Now the president of "Dongfang Beijing News" is getting old and not in good health. If there is no accident, the next president of the newspaper will be selected from him and the vice president of the newspaper.In order to add to his achievements, Xu Weixin defied the crowd and opened up this column, but it has been almost three years, and except for his increasingly thinning hair, the whole section is still the same, tepid, half-dead.

Before receiving Yan Heqing's contribution, the president had reminded him several times tactfully that the newspaper's funds were tight. If this continues, all serialized novels will be withdrawn and the content will be given to the speech section—that is, the deputy editor. The part that the president is responsible for.

The appearance of Yan Heqing can be said to be the only glimmer of light that Xu Weixin saw at the most anxious and bewildered moment.

In this era, an influential author can even save a publishing house on the verge of bankruptcy, which is why he was so anxious while waiting for Yan Heqing.

But when he actually met Yan Heqing himself and found out that the other person was so young, Xu Weixin began to doubt his own judgment again——

Can this young man who looks like a student in front of him really be able to support the novel column of "Dongfang Beijing News" by himself?

"You..." He forgot even the honorifics for a while, but when Xu Weixin, a newspaper editor-in-chief who was about to graduate, called honorifics to a student who was still studying in school, even he himself felt awkward, "Are you Is Yan Heqing himself? How old is this year?"

Qiao Jing looked at him calmly.

"I am," he replied curtly, "just turned twenty last month."

Xu Weixin gasped.

"Wait a moment," he said while holding his forehead, "allow me to take it easy."

At the age of 20, that is to say, he is still in school. A student who is studying at school can write such a sharp and pungent novel... Xu Weixin really can't believe it.

You know, the reason why he was so shocked when he saw Yan Heqing's contribution was not only because of the thoughts expressed in this short story, but also because of the author's smooth use of vernacular texts, which is simply amazing. He is refreshing!

In fact, Qiao Jing didn't pay much attention to this aspect, he just wrote according to his usual wording habits.

But he forgot that after a hundred years of evolution, vernacular writing has developed from being nondescript at the beginning to a level that is almost unattainable for people who have just started to explore the usage of vernacular in this era——

At least, when Xu Weixin saw Qiao Jing's works, he suddenly felt that the so-called "vernacular novels" he wrote to cater to the trend when he was young were simply a bunch of clichés!Spam article!

"I'm sorry," Xu Weixin paused for a while, finally pulled himself together, and said to Qiao Jing seriously, "Student, if you are really Yan Heqing, can you simply tell me about your writing of this novel... Um, mental journey? Or, what inspired you and made you want to write this story?"

He still didn't quite believe that Qiao Jing was the author of "The Beggar", so he decided to test it carefully first.

Qiao Jing understood his concerns.

But it was too embarrassing for him to boast about his creative ideas in front of a stranger who had only met for less than 10 minutes.

The black-haired young man clenched his hands slightly on the table. After a moment of contemplation, he frankly summed up his source of inspiration in one sentence:

"Because a few days ago, I was almost stolen by a little beggar on the street."

Xu Weixin: "..."

That's it? ? ?

Qiao Jing looked at him seriously: "What I'm telling is the truth."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and took out two pieces of paper from his pocket, unfolded them, and pushed them in front of Xu Weixin.

Xu Weixin frowned slightly, picked it up and took a closer look——

"hiss……"

It turned out to be the outline of the creation process of "Beggar"!

After seeing this, he no longer doubted Qiao Jing's identity.

only……

Xu Weixin looked at Qiao Jing's face that looked younger and fairer under the sunlight, and his heart couldn't help beating in his chest.

To be able to create such a work at the age of 20, this young man's talent in literature is beyond amazing!

Within 20 years, no, probably within [-] years, Xu Weixin thought excitedly.

——In the literary world of this country, there must be a place for him!