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Chapter 91
Boring at night, Fang Jing asked Fang Hui to go to the living room to do homework, and he occupied the computer to start writing a new book. There was no way, he didn't bring the notebook with him.

Just in case there are [-] characters, he will send it to Changhe. This is called internal casting, and it is the gap between new and old writers.

Generally, people who have just published a book on the reading point foolishly post it on the Internet after writing a few thousand words, and then update it every day, hoping that the editor will review the book and review it.

But the editor is so busy every day. If you want to read it, it will take at least a week. If the editor is in a good mood that day, you will sign the contract if you feel good.

During this week, newcomers can only wait in agony. If they don't receive the news of the editor's signing, they can only wait for [-] characters to sign the contract themselves.

However, few of you can sign a contract actively. Unless your real data is very good, otherwise the editor will give up on the novel, and the reviewer will not read it carefully.

The internal editors generally have finished the record before, and have some images in front of their own editors. Send a paragraph to the editor, and the editor will directly tell you that you can sign it if you think it is good. It is convenient and quick, and you will know it immediately.

If the writing is poor or the setting is poisonous, the editor will point it out to you. Fang Jing, as a master of reading, took the second path.

"Drip drip!!"

On the other side, in the capital city, Changhe was still holding a bowl. After seeing Fang Jing's news, he didn't eat. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message first, and then browsed at a glance.

"Do you still have something to eat? How short of this time?" His wife Liu Si looked at him unhappily, thanks to the fact that she cooked some good dishes today.

Chang He didn't raise his head, and said calmly: "Wait a minute, the monthly house payment is here, you eat first."

"But this leek is going to be cold."

"Don't worry, I will finish eating for you."

"Okay, that's what you said. You must finish eating the leeks, kidneys, and eggs, or you won't go back to your room to sleep."

After speaking, Liu Si put the chopsticks on the bowl, got up and went to take a shower.

Chang He groaned inwardly, and touched his sore waist, "I can't sleep until I finish eating, and I won't be able to sleep after eating, right?"

Focusing on his mobile phone again, he reads very quickly. As a professional editor, he reads at least a million words of novels every month. This [-] words is a matter of minutes.

But today he read very slowly. Changhe found that Fang Jing's style of writing had changed, became delicate, and his words and sentences were very sophisticated.

"Fang Jing, are you a little nervous?"

Ten minutes later, Chang He didn't send a message to Penguin, but called directly. He saw a cigarette between his fingertips and his eyes half-closed.

Fang Jing lay on the computer chair, spinning Fang Hui's pen lazily, "Tell me, why is it hanging?"

"First of all, there is a problem with your name. Xiaoao Jianghu doesn't sound good. It's a bit like a martial arts novel. I suggest calling it Xiaoao Xianxia."

"The plot is a bit old. The main character is Lin Pingzhi, right? The rich second generation, the family property is comparable to Shengda in real life, and the personality is a bit like Wang Siming, the son of Shengda."

"In the beginning, the bully molested the beauties, and the protagonist hero saved the beauties. If it succeeds, it's fine, but your protagonist is 13 and half of the outfit, and the martial arts three-legged cat, almost let people clean up."

"I don't need to talk about the latter. If the young ones come to the old ones, and the villains come to the door, it is estimated that the Lin family will receive a box lunch."

"As for the rest of the plot, I can memorize it all. The main corner is difficult. Either activate the system, or be hunted down and get an adventure. After a few years, I will turn to the Qingcheng faction for revenge."

After finishing the gag in one breath, he also smoked most of the Changhe smoke. Fang Jing's writing has improved a lot this time. He is very pleased, but there is not enough innovation.

On the other side, Fang Jing was as happy as a child. Chang He didn't tell him that he didn't know that Mr. Jing used to pretend to be 13 and slap his face.

It's just about routines, the current web articles are still a few streets away from this old man.

"Cough cough cough! Boss, I think the name Xiaoao Jianghu sounds nice, and you are right. I am a martial arts man, not a fairy man."

"As for later, you don't have to worry about the system appearing with a "ding". Lin Pingzhi doesn't have a system, he is just an ordinary traditional martial arts."

Fang Jing smirked, Lin Pingzhi was not only unsystematic, but he also had to kneel down and call someone a grandfather, drill into a cesspit, blind his eyes, swing a knife and so on.

"What?" Chang He's eyes widened, "What's the condition of your family? You have mines, you dare to write martial arts, what happened to that channel, no one watches it now, a bunch of bad old men stand up."

"Hurry up and withdraw it. With the fame of your last book, you can make money by rethinking a new book, or by writing Jade Legend."

"Martial arts is really cool. If you don't believe me, click on the martial arts bestseller list. Except for the top [-], the latter ones don't make money."

Fang Jing: ...

"Boss, do you think I'm short of money now? Writing novels is a hobby. I can't write fairy tales, so I can only try martial arts."

Fang Jing's mind is full of adaptations of novels and movies. If it wasn't for the purpose of attracting popularity, he wouldn't even need to post them online. If he had money, he would just shoot them.

But this doesn't work, why is the novel being put on the screen?It's not because there are readers buying it.

People haven't even read your book, but you say it's an adaptation of a novel, isn't that ridiculous?
"Okay, wait a minute and don't rush to send it out. I'll discuss it with the editor-in-chief."

As soon as the smoke was extinguished, Chang He immediately called the editor-in-chief, and the first thing he said was to change the channel. "I want to go to the martial arts channel."

"Are you crazy? Why are you fighting for jobs with those old men?"

Today's martial arts are no longer martial arts, the main character comes out with a ding, or is reborn with a golden finger.

"I've already thought about it, editor-in-chief, just let me go, and find another editor for Xianxia."

"Okay, I won't stop you if you kill yourself. The other martial arts editors have a few old writers to support them. You should go to the court to take over the house."

……

"Hey, Fang Jing! I'm the editor of martial arts now, you can publish the book."

He talked about asking Fang Jing to change the channel, but Chang He still supported him with practical actions.

It's true that Fang Jing writes novels as a hobby, but he can't stand the fact that he's popular and has many friends. If a celebrity friend tipped him off, he could make a fortune, right?
"By the way, can you tell me the general plot of the follow-up, and I will give you a reference."

Fang Jing answered the phone with one hand, and operated the mouse with the other hand to come to the backstage of Yuedian Writer, "The story behind is relatively simple, and Fuwei Escort will be destroyed immediately."

"Then Lin Pingzhi fell into the villain's hands and knelt down to beg for mercy. Later, Huashan sent Yue Buqun to appear, and Lin Pingzhi worshiped him as his teacher."

"The whole novel revolves around the evil sword manual. If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace. Lin Pingzhi is not the protagonist. The protagonist is Linghu Chong, the great disciple of the Huashan School."

"Let's talk about it for the time being. Later, Linghu Chong's betrayal of Shimen and the villain Miss, his master will practice the evil sword manual."

"Hiss!" Chang He gasped, wondering if it was too late to tell the editor that he was just joking?

(End of this chapter)