That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Geng Zhi watched Feng Bo go from being humble and polite to putting on airs, feeling annoyed but unable to stop him.

He has been in the industry for three years and knows that many authors have tempers. Feng Bo's attitude is likely to annoy the seven-inch blade and cause unpredictable consequences.

But when Feng Bo said, You are such a high school student, Gengzhi seemed to be struck by lightning and was shocked and speechless.

Many details in his mind finally connected together, allowing him to understand why Feng Bo stole his authorship, and why Sister Xu could see through it at a glance.

There is a saying in the industry - editors make authors, and authors make editors.

A thousand-mile horse is hard to find, and a bole is hard to find.

The birth of many great writers is accompanied by the birth of Bole.

Several gold medal editors that Geng Zhi knows have the qualifications to guide and support many outstanding writers.

When everyone is discussing together, some editors will talk proudly: When I met XXX, his writing skills were still very young. It was me who gave him confidence, guidance and help that made us successful.

Listen, listen, I have mentored great writers! Didn’t this bit come up all at once?

This low-key show off is what every little editor desires.

Every ambitious editor hopes to meet a young green dragon and, after careful training, join hands to rise to prominence.

Feng Bo is undoubtedly ambitious, but his qualifications are too low. Now he is really given an excellent author. Can he be trained?

But high school students are different!

When Geng Zhi received the manuscript of Latent, the author's pen name was Seven Inch Blade, but the contact address was Li Ye, Class 1, Repeating Class, No. 2 Middle School, Qingshui County.

At that time, Geng Zhi subconsciously believed that Li Ye was a teacher at No. 2 Middle School.

But now he understands that if the other person is a teacher, he probably won't mark the class.

But Gengzhi didn't expect that no one else might realize that this seven-inch blade might be a student.

For example, Deputy Editor Lu, such as Feng Bo, and such as Sister Xu.

Training a student with great potential and stepping on the student's shoulders to get a position is a road to success no matter how you look at it.

Feng Bo quickly took the pen and paper and quickly took notes while asking questions at the seven-inch blade on the other end of the phone.

We have to verify something now. Your real name is Li Ye, right? How old are you this year? Is this Latent a work completed by you alone?

There are still big problems with your novel. We need you to come over with the complete manuscript. After strict revision under our guidance, it can be published normally.

A question came from the other end of the phone: So, if your publishing house wants to guide me in revising the manuscript, who will do it?

Feng Bo's eyes fluctuated, and he said in a soothing tone: The company has decided after research that I will contact you for the time being. I am a graduate of XX University and have sufficient literary skills.

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“How is my royalties calculated?”

Why do you, my classmate, only think about the royalties? Literature is noble and rigorous. You still need to study more. Hello? Talk to me.

[As expected of a college student, I admire you. I admire you for messing up a good performance. 】

Geng Zhi looked at Feng Bo, who suddenly became impatient, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

Listening to Feng Bo's precise questions, it was obvious that his careful thoughts and sophisticated strategies were far superior to his integrity.

But as a newcomer who has only been in the industry for a few days, why are you in such a hurry?

Don't just look at those gold-medal editors who have great reputations. The outstanding authors they have are also being guided with all their heart and soul.

You, Feng Bo, are not a well-known editor, so you still expect to be accepted by others?

Do you really think that because you are so young, you can handle someone else's seven-inch blade?

Hello? Hello? Talk, Li Ye, are you still listening?

Feng Bo's tone was no longer calm. He seemed to realize that he was using too much force and might make the high school student opposite him unhappy.

Li Ye was indeed not very happy.

Today he received a letter from the provincial capital. He went to the post office with great expectations and made a call. He expected to receive a warm and friendly greeting and then discuss the amount of the royalties.

But after making the call, he felt that he was not facing an editor, but a boxing coach, who was facing him straight, swinging, and hooking, and also wanted to charge him a personal training fee.

For a moment, Li Ye lost any interest in continuing the conversation.

Li Ye asked coldly into the phone receiver: I'm here, Editor Feng, right? I have a question I want to confirm.

Feng Bo on the opposite side pondered for a moment and said: Yes, our publishing house respects authors very much. If you have any problems, you can ask them.

Li Ye asked: At the end of my submission, I indicated that if you are interested in publishing, please send me your contact number. So why are you not sure now whether my novel can be published?

Feng Bo from the provincial capital was unhappy.

You are a high school student, what is your attitude? Don’t you know how to be humble?

So he said angrily: Classmate Li Ye, I think you may have misunderstood us. The reason why we sent you the phone number is to give you the opportunity to correct and publish it, but we did not say that it will be published.

Li Ye listened silently to Feng Bo's answer and asked word for word: You just need to tell me whether to publish or not to publish.

Feng Bo also lost his temper and said loudly: I have said it several times, your book must be further reviewed and revised by us. I hope you will correct your attitude.

Forget it! Please return my submission to me.

What did you say?

Pa~

Li Ye directly disconnected the phone.

Within a few days, he encountered two requests for guidance.

But this Feng Bo is completely different from Teacher Ke.

When Teacher Ke makes requests, he is tactful, reserved, and even a little humble.

Li Ye can't forget the ashamed look in Teacher Ke's eyes now.

After years of ups and downs, self-improvement and self-esteem may be the last precious things in Teacher Ke's heart.

And more importantly, after Teacher Ke knew that Li Ye was deliberately avoiding sensitive issues, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​guidance, and it was Li Ye who took the initiative to send it.

Based on Li Ye's countless experiences in reading people in his previous life, he could predict that Teacher Ke would definitely give him adequate compensation after receiving his help.

But what about this Feng Bo now?

Listen to that tone, look at this shelf. Who is your special PUA?

Did I rush to beg you?

Want to step on my shoulders and become famous?

Get lost!

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Li Ye hung up the phone happily, but Feng Bo in the provincial capital was dumbfounded.

He said Hey, hey, hey, hey into the phone receiver for a long time before he realized that he seemed to have messed up the matter.

This is just like playing stocks. Watching the stocks in your hands keep rising, hold on, hold on, don't sell, don't sell. Then it drops to the limit.

No more fun.

Nowadays, the phone does not have caller ID function. If you want to call back, you don’t know the number!

Ha~

Geng Zhi, who had been very angry just now, felt relieved and stopped fighting. He glanced at Feng Bo, who had his brows furrowed into the Chinese character Chuan, chuckled, and turned around to leave.

Ten minutes later, the rumor spread throughout the publishing house after being carefully spread by Geng Zhi, Sister Xu and others that Feng Bo was going to give Seven Inch Blade guidance on writing, but the other party dropped the phone.

Then, Feng Bo was brought into the office by Deputy Editor Lu and given some private care.

After coming out, Feng Bo adjusted his mood and dialed the number to Qingshui County again.

Hello, is this Qingshui County No. 2 Middle School? I'm looking for Li Ye, who is in the first grade of the repeat class. Li Ye is not here?

Then please tell him that we have decided to publish his work and ask him to come to the provincial capital immediately to discuss publishing matters with us.

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Principal Chang of Qingshui County No. 2 Middle School put down the phone, looked at Teacher Luo in front of him, and asked again: Is there only one Li Ye in our school?

Teacher Luo affirmed: Yes, there is only one, and I have investigated it. Recently, that kid is indeed mysterious, and seems to be writing.

You can't act like it, Principal Chang waved his hand and said, We must find out the matter. If it is true, then we must have the support we deserve.

Remember, everything is based on the child's wishes and full convenience will be provided.

Okay, I understand, principal.

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Li Ye, who was very angry, strolled outside for a while. As soon as he came back and entered the classroom, he was attracted by fifty pairs of eyes.

A student at the door ran out of the classroom and rushed to Teacher Luo's office. The report Li Ye is back could be heard dozens of meters away.

Teacher Luo rushed over with a brisk pace, stepped onto the podium, and gave lectures with a spring breeze on his face.

Li Ye, a student in our class, has studied hard and devoted himself to creation and has reached a publishing agreement with Dahe Publishing House in the provincial capital. Let us congratulate Li Ye.

Teacher Luo took the lead in applauding, leading a group of stunned classmates to applaud together.

When Li Dayong reacted, his slap turned red.

After a long time, Teacher Luo on the podium stopped the endless applause, and then said to Li Ye: Li Ye, how about coming up and saying a few words to everyone?

Li Ye looked a little embarrassed, stood up and asked: Teacher Luo, how did you know that Dahe Publishing House agreed to publish my novel?

Teacher Luo said: Dahe Publishing House just called our school and clearly expressed its agreement to publish your novel and asked you to take the complete manuscript to the provincial capital as soon as possible!

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It's actually a novel? My brother is a writer, my brother is a writer.

Li Dayong was really happy and even deliberately shouted to some people in the front row to show off.

But Li Ye smiled and said, Mr. Luo, a few hours ago, I rejected Dahe Publishing House's publishing intention.

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Everyone was stunned, even Wen Leyu, who knew the inside story best, was stunned.

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