under the spotlight

Chapter 137
After the meal, Ah Hao and Jiang Zhongze contracted the dishwashing and cleaning work with a wink.

After taking a shower, Lu Beicen tidied up neatly and felt relaxed, so he decided to check the information in the mailbox first.

Turning on the computer, she suddenly remembered that Fang Nan had called her the day before, saying that there was a new author's manuscript, and that he had revised three drafts, but it was still fragmented, even though Fang Nan, as an editor, had tried his best to outline the author , but the author seemed to be stuck in his own routine and couldn't extricate himself. If it wasn't for the good subject matter, Fang Nan would have almost given up.

Fang Nan hoped that Lu Beicen could help rewrite this manuscript when he had time. Originally, as an editor, especially when he was a new editor, it was normal to be short of authors and manuscripts. But when an editor rewrites a manuscript for an author, it is exactly like making a wedding dress for someone else.

Some editors may have a higher ranking, saying that they asked others to rewrite it, and called the author's contribution fee, but editors like Fang Nan still cherish their own feathers. Generally, if they rewrite it by themselves, they will never follow the author Striving for profit, but this is not a busy situation, but now Fang Nan also has a lot of authors and themes in his hands, not to mention the manuscripts he has written, and he has to edit so many manuscripts every month, so naturally there are not many Time to rewrite the manuscript for the author.

However, the ecosystem of authors and editors is also very strange. An author may not understand anything at first. After the editor’s guidance and even help find an old author to rewrite the manuscript, he knows how to find the topic, and probably knows how to write a documentary manuscript. The number of ways has become a sweet potato, and a bunch of editors come to grab this author. At this time, whichever editor can help rewrite the manuscript for free, the author will definitely follow him.

Although the paper media has been in decline, it is still such a pattern, the amount of manuscript fees determines everything.This is not only the relationship between the author and the editor, but also the ecology of the entire paper media.There are only so many documentary authors, and so many manuscripts. Naturally, the journals with the highest manuscript fees harvest the topic selection and manuscripts first, and then it is the turn of the latter, so the third- and fourth-rate magazines are basically leftovers.

Lu Beicen still decided to read Fang Nan's email first. No matter what, he had to reply to Fang Nan as soon as possible. If he wasn't interested in answering it, he had to ask her to make another arrangement.

This topic selection is really quite an impactful subject, but it is no wonder that Fang Nan felt like throwing up on this manuscript. Lu Beicen shook his head and laughed after reading the three editions of the manuscript. "Why is there such a soft spot for dance halls? The two characters in this incident should never be intertwined in such an occasion, but the author seems to have identified this fictional dance hall and refused to change it no matter what. .

The story is not complicated. It is probably that a female subordinate of a large enterprise relies on maintaining an extramarital affair with her boss. In that way, the old boss who is already old and weak and has no capital will come and go, but the old boss is obviously unwilling to give up this relationship.

But the old boss also held the sore feet of some female subordinates, so the female subordinates set up a trap to murder the old boss.The identities and knowledge levels of the two persons are both very high, and the subject matter is also very characteristic. The author also sent a verdict with the manuscript as proof materials, some of which are still very detailed, especially the process of committing the crime.

Lu Beicen took out his mobile phone and called Fang Nan: "Are you back?"

"Not yet, soon, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, just ask, I read the manuscript, and Meng Paris walked three times, it's quite stylish."

"Hahahahaha, my teeth were so sour that I almost spit it out. I really don't know what this person thinks."

"This is someone else's skill. You can't write such a high-profile place, can you?"

"I admire it so much, how about it, is the subject matter okay?"

"Well, the subject matter is okay, but I'm sure I won't be free this week. I'll probably have some time to write this weekend or early next week. Can you wait?"

"Wow, that's great, I can wait. Anyway, I'm rushing to pay next month. Are you still on a business trip or are you home?"

"I've already gone home, but the manuscript has to be handed in early on the weekend. I haven't written a word yet, and I still have a lot of materials to read."

"Yeah, it's okay. That's a big deal for you. You should focus on your own work first. Just take the time to help me write the manuscript."

"Originally, Xiao Ran still has a subject that I think is not bad, but I guess I may not have time to write it. I will see the situation next week and tell you about it."

"Okay, let's do this first, you should be busy first, go to bed early!"

Lu Beicen hung up the phone and turned around suddenly, only to see Jiang Zhongze leaning against the door of the study and looking at her, with an inexplicable smile in his eyes, he casually asked, "What's the matter, what are you laughing at?"

"What is Dream Paris?"

Lu Beicen couldn't help laughing: "There is an author who wrote a manuscript, as long as the hero and heroine have a date, they will be in a dance hall called Dream Paris. It's nostalgic, and we all think it's very old-fashioned..."

Seeing Jiang Zhongze's confused face, Lu Beicen had no choice but to explain: "About the 90s in China, this dream of Paris dance halls bloomed everywhere in large, medium and small cities across the country, but now there are very few dance halls, so, you know of?"

Jiang Zhongze shook his head: "Is it like the era of "Ordinary World", which is far away from now?"

Lu Beicen knew that Jiang Zhongze was reading the realism masterpiece "Ordinary World" recently, so he explained a little bit.

"That period is more distant, probably in the 80s, and Dream Paris was basically in the 90s. The society has undergone earth-shaking changes. For example, in the 80s of July, money is not the first thing to buy. You have to have a ticket first, and you don't have a ticket. Even if you have money, you can’t buy it. By the 90s, the market economy was the mainstay, and money was enough to buy things.”

"The tragic meaning of this book is too strong. It seems that people's future is not determined by themselves. The upward route has basically been fixed at birth. There is no chance to get ahead. Finally, there is a glimmer of light, and it will appear again. This or that kind of tragedy makes people feel very bad."

Lu Beicen sighed, remembering that when he was reading this book, he had secretly shed a lot of tears: "It's not that exaggerated, but the young people of that era are definitely different from the young people of our era. Yes, society is progressing, life has undergone earth-shaking changes, and there are many more upward channels than before, so the books written by writers at that time are very different from the articles written by writers of this era. Most of the works convey positive energy, not so sad..."

Speaking of this, Lu Beicen thought for a while and said: "However, the matter of birth determining the future and destiny is not only in that era, it should be said that it is not always like this? Besides, you Mr. Jiang Are you the one who got the birth bonus?"

Jiang Zhongze shrugged his eyebrows: "I just feel that this book is not suitable for me to read, because I want to understand the current social situation, these protagonists who are engulfed by the torrent of fate and don't know what will happen tomorrow. I don’t like it, I like that whether it’s career, love or family, it’s all in my own hands.”

Lu Beicen smiled nonchalantly: "Of course, who is your eldest son Jiang, you can naturally control everything about yourself, that's all right, I have to work, where is Ah Hao?"

"Go to Chen Ke's place."

"Going to play games again? These two really share the same interests."

"The last question, if you were the heroine in the novel, if you met the person you love, would you break through barriers and fight for your love?"

Lu Beicen laughed dumbfounded, but saw that Jiang Zhongze's face was expressionless, but his eyes looked expectant. After all, he didn't completely refuse to answer: "Your question is a bit fake. Is the heroine the first to give up in the book? Love is definitely a thing. Two-way, what's the use of unilateral efforts?"

"You mean, if the person you love doesn't let go no matter what, you won't let go, right?"

Lu Beicen suddenly felt that he didn't know how to answer, life is such a complicated journey, who knows what will happen in the future?But Lu Beicen thought about it the other way around, and smiled again: "Speaking of which, it seems a bit wrong for you to ask me these false propositions. This doesn't seem to be your style. Is there something wrong with you recently? Could it be me?" You've only been away for a few days, what's new about you?"

Jiang Zhongze's complexion was gloomy for a while, but he recovered after a moment of tranquility: "Well, I often miss someone recently."

"No way, I guessed it, who is it, someone I know?"

"You, I know you. I don't know if what you said about knowing and what I said about knowing are the same thing." Jiang Zhongze looked straight at Lu Beicen, wanting to see some subtle changes on her face.

"Are you saying that, are you playing with me to see the mountain and not the mountain? Or don't you want to say it?"

"Tell me later, by the way, why did the tea you gave me last time taste different from the tea in the market?" Jiang Zhongze was a little disappointed because he didn't see anything special on Lu Beicen's face Expressions, especially the kind of loss he hoped for, or sadness, or loneliness, nothing, so he can only change the topic in a lonely way.

"I really don't know about that, but the tea was fried by my adoptive mother. I always feel that when I drink it with the tea outside, it seems to be a little over-fried, and it seems to have a little smoke, but I don't know. Why, it tastes very refreshing, anyway, only my adoptive mother can fry the taste, and many relatives in my adoptive mother's family pick wild tea from the mountains and fry it at home, and the taste of each fry is different..."

"There seems to be such a smell of fireworks, that's all, you are busy, I'll go back to practice calligraphy first." Jiang Zhongze felt that he needed to calm down very much at this time.

(End of this chapter)