I'm just sorry for plagiarism

Compared with the first urban-themed youth campus article, the second article is a real fan article that is close to fantasy.

As for why the eldest lady was so nervous and eager to ask that editor Huang, whether she had seen an article similar to hers in the market, the reason was naturally because of her second manuscript. The influence produced by the Prototype Lock, in the last era, was really, too exaggerated.

Thinking of this, the eldest lady took a sip of tea from the teacup beside her, tapped the keyboard, and asked.

"Editor Huang, have you read the second article, how do you feel?"

"I'm watching, I'm reading, I just finished the first article, Mr. Chow Yun-fat, what's the matter, you seem to be in a hurry than us, do you have no confidence in yourself?"

The eldest lady didn't care about these things, so she asked, "What's the effect?"

Huang Bian seemed to be waiting for the message from the big and small, and within a few minutes he replied with a smile: "Although I haven't finished reading it, but don't worry, Miss, with your current popularity, even if you are writing It’s a bit of a step backward, but it’s actually irrelevant..."

Another bunch of words of encouragement, the eldest lady listened quietly from the side without interrupting, she was in a surprisingly good mood.

Since there is no coincidence where the article is located, it means that his future road to public copying is absolutely unimpeded.

Well, the future looks bright.

Compared with the first article, the length of the second article is only one sentence, and it has more than [-] words. It has almost laid the foundation for the initial framework, and in order to maintain its original flavor Unique type, the eldest lady did not make too many major revisions to this manuscript, so when reading it at this time, the writing will appear particularly smooth.

"It's a fairy tale." I don't know where the editor Huang saw it, so he couldn't help but send a message, full of surprise between the lines, "Mr. Chow Yun-fat, are you not planning to write urban essays?"

"It's just this one exception?" The eldest lady scratched her head and asked quickly, "So will you accept this type of article?"

This book is going to be published in a physical version in the big and small plans, and now the juvenile literature magazine, which is very popular, is the best choice.

Editor Huang was a little hesitant, but he quickly replied: "I don't know, let's look at the general trend first. If the artistic conception is similar, it should be acceptable."

It was a little funny when he said it, and he didn't know where he saw it, so he couldn't wait to joke on the penguin: "I can't see it, Mr. Chow Yun-fat, you still have such big ambitions, if you want this day, you can no longer hide you eyes?"

This is the most classic sentence in that book.

It is "Wukong Biography".

The eldest lady rubbed her nose, feeling a little ashamed to be ridiculed like this.

Simply urged.

"Editor Huang, please stop making trouble and read on quickly."

"Okay, okay." Editor Huang replied with a smile. "I'll tell you the result when I finish reading it."

While talking, the entire chat software has gradually become silent.

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Unexpectedly, after seeing this, he never dared to raise his head again.

Even though there are only less than [-] words in length, the yellow editor has read it over and over again, and the more I read it, the more amazed I become.

At first, I just thought that if I could make such an arrogant and unruly promise at the beginning of the film, then the direction of the whole article must be no different from that vulgar Long Aotian Xiaobai essay on the market.

But I didn't expect that the direction of the whole writing was very different from what I expected.

The beginning is full of different thoughts, strange dialogue forms, concise descriptions, and profound psychological descriptions.

"Monkey, I'm hungry, go find something to eat." This is what Tang Seng said at the beginning of the chapter.

Legs crossed, looking at filling in the blanks, with an indifferent expression, lazy, or should I call it delicious and lazy?

Well, with a bit of scorn, it seems to be a little different from the honest and kind image in my impression?

"I'm busy, why don't you go find it by yourself? It's not that you don't have legs." This was the monkey's answer.

When he saw this, Huang Bian blinked his eyes. He originally thought that the following plot must be to teach people to be kind.

But I didn't expect that after two storyboards, that Tang Seng.

He was beaten to death with a stick by the rebellious Monkey King?

How is this still playing?

Huang Bian froze for a moment, then began to frown.

Little did he know that he had unknowingly been dripping with this weird novel and developed a strong interest in it.

Originally, he also thought that this novel based on Journey to the West could at most be regarded as an improved version of the monster-fighting and upgrading route.

It is no different from those mythological texts about comprehension circulating in the market.

This is his definition of the book at the beginning.

So the editor Huang is a little bit slanderous.

He felt that Naihe, an author like Chow Yun-fat who was able to write such a masterpiece as "Dream", could not avoid this vulgarity in the end, and it was really a pity.

But when he saw Chapter 2, he suddenly realized how naive his previous thoughts were.

The plot is gradually fascinating.

Especially that sentence, when Sun Wukong was asked about his ideals.

In memory, that series of shocking conversations.

"I want this day, I can no longer cover my eyes."

"I want this land, I can't bury my heart anymore."

"I want all sentient beings to understand what I mean."

On a rainy night, the unyielding monkey pointed the stick in his hand at the sky.

"I want all the gods and buddhas to disappear for me!"

boom!

This sound is the description of lightning in the torrential rain.

But Huang Bian felt that the pair of shining gaps had clearly hit his head.

It seemed that there was really a monkey standing in front of him tenaciously, telling about his past.

The [-]-word text is actually not that long, and if you read it quickly, it may not even take half an hour.

When he suddenly raised his head from the scroll again, the desks around him were unknowingly crowded with editors and planners in charge of various departments and subjects.

A group of people were staring at the slightly worn-out computer desktop with their necks hooked.

They were all a little curious about what kind of manuscript it was that made this well-informed editor, Huang Da, so fascinated.

"Bian Huang, what are you looking at?" It was Bian Li who spoke, and with the rise of Bian Huang's status, only this young man whom he brought up with his own hands could get close to him like this.

Li Bian looked sideways slightly, as if he saw that Huang Bian ignored him, so he carefully pushed his arm to bring him back to his senses.

Huang Bian suddenly stood up from the table.

Several people on the side jumped in fright.

He didn't even look at it, and directly pushed the computer screen to Li Bian who was closest to him: "Look!"

"what is this?"

"Mr. Chow Yun-fat's new manuscript."

The colleagues in the department next to them all exclaimed.

In fact, they all knew how deeply the name of the great writer who brought hope to the entire company in the second half of the year was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Huang Bian, you are too excited..." Li Bian smiled helplessly, trying to signal the 40-year-old elder brother to calm down.

But he didn't expect that after his eyes landed on the screen, he couldn't move away anymore.

I don't know how long it has been.

Huang Bian on the side finally calmed down.

Silently on the periphery of the crowd, he lit his beloved big front door.

He took a sharp puff before pinching the burning cigarette butt between his fingers, and took a deep breath.She tried her best to keep that trace, her trembling tone could not be controlled.

"how do you feel."

Hear this.

The crowd who seemed to be holding their breath before seemed to suddenly come alive and took a sharp breath.

What followed was a flurry of praise.

"This dialogue style..."

"This scene-shaping power."

"This plot is going to..."

"This is a description."

"This fight scene."

"It is really……"

"Writing genius."

Several people looked at each other, after all this was said.

A group of people looked at each other again.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

In the end, Editor Li was the first to come back to his senses.

Tremblingly, he sat down from the computer chair next to the penguin and touched the keyboard. Unbelievably, he opened Teacher Chow Yun-fat's account.

Trembling, but somewhat respectful, at last, he confirmed a sentence.

"Mr. Chow Yun-fat, this "Once upon a time there was a legend of Wukong", is it true that you wrote it?"

Chapter 33, Chapter 32, Dad owes his daughter money

Suddenly the strange tree and monster screamed and turned into a cloud of white smoke.

There is a girl in green clothes standing there with a smile behind her. She has long flowing hair, but the clothes on her body are made of the thinnest silver grass, shining brightly.

Sun Wukong slammed the stick towards the nearby trees, and the forest was swept out into a fan shape with a radius of dozens of sticks.

Several pictures in succession were presented in front of me like comic strips. Although they were just the whole text, when several editors got together to observe, the extremely dynamic scenes always appeared in their minds naturally.

A stroke of genius!

The newcomers who had just been recruited were a little bit disdainful at first, and they still had a little bit of slander towards Mr. Chow Yun-fat, who created a sales miracle champion in the second half of the year. In fact, most of Huo's achievements were due to luck at that time.

But when I saw it today, I was a little shocked.

If there is still a trace of catering to the audience in the urban novel mixed in, then there is no such shortcut at all for this kind of mythological novel about fighting throughout the story?

"Then." Editor Huang pinched his eyebrows, closed the unfinished manuscript, finally settled down, and touched the keyboard next to him.

"As for the guarantee, how much does Mr. Chow Yun-fat need?"

Editor Huang is really eager now. Once such a good article is published, he should be more modest in the early stage, and let's not talk about the fire.Just taking advantage of Mr. Chow Yun-fat's undiminished enthusiasm to promote it casually can have a very good effect. What if the script goes deeper?

Could it be that another masterpiece was born in their juvenile literature publishing house?

No one knows this kind of thing.

Besides, Mr. Chow Yun-fat already has a precedent for creating miracles, coupled with the superb writing style of this article, it can be said that it is not impossible to break through the previous shackles.

Many authors seem to slowly decline after reaching a peak, or they encounter a bottleneck and never make a breakthrough, but this kind of curse seems to be invisible to Mr. Chow Yun-fat?

This is really too amazing.

Seeing that Editor Huang started to discuss salary matters with her so quickly, the eldest lady was also a little taken aback, "Has Editor Huang chosen so quickly? Which article do you want?"

"Why don't you come with both?" Editor Huang thought for a while, then smiled wryly.

In fact, he decided to accept both articles from the very beginning, but this kind of thing can't be too obvious. If his attitude is too eager, then it will appear that the level of juvenile literature is very low.

And judging from Teacher Chow Yun-fat's current worth, even if she doesn't plan to make a big deal, if the cost of the two sub-contracted lands is on their heads, it is still not very affordable.

After all, the current status of her young lady is really very different from when she signed the contract for the first time.

But the editor Huang still couldn't bear it.

Because no matter from which point of view, these two novels are first-class and unique in terms of literary theory, writing style and artistic conception.It can even be said that in the entire modern literature market, there are not many who can stand out.

No matter which one he gave up, it would make his heart ache.