Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 373 Controversy in the editorial department
He Ping watched the train drift away, and sighed in his heart, poor and humble couples mourn everything, but when they are poor and humble, it is not only the couple who mourn.

In Liu Jiaming's heart, why doesn't he want to avenge his sister, why doesn't he want to fulfill his responsibility as an uncle?
A penny is hard for a hero, if he doesn't even have the travel expenses to go to Beihe Province to settle accounts with Qi Dongqiang, how can he get revenge.His own son can't even afford to support his nephew.

"People's Literature" editorial department.

The editor-in-chief Shao Quanlin sighed after reading the manuscript of Jiahui.

He came to Wang Fu's work station and put the manuscript on Wang Fu's desk.

"Editor-in-chief, have you finished reading? What do you think?"

"Well written."

"Then we arrange to publish it?"

The general editorial department implements a three-level review, editor in charge, deputy editor/editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief/editor-in-chief.

"People's Literature" has no editor-in-chief since its inception, only editor-in-chief, and his first editor-in-chief was Mr. Mao Dun, who passed away last year.

And He Ping is the key author directly responsible for Wang Fu, so the manuscript was reviewed by Wang Fu and directly handed over to the current editor-in-chief Shao Quanlin.

Shao Quanlin waved his hand, "I can't post it, He Ping's novel is very well written, with rich ink and color, the author's inner indignation is vividly written on the paper, and when Jiahui passed away at the end, I even felt like seeing Qingwen die of illness in "Red Mansion" Illusion. But it is too subjective, and at the same time, in order to mobilize readers' emotions, many places are too vulgar and inconsistent with the tonality of our publication."

Wang Fu still wants to fight for it, "This can be regarded as a kind of reflection on the past ten years, and the strong emotional mobilization can also make readers have a better sense of substitution!"

"Confused!" Shao Quanlin glared at her, "Our "People's Literature" represents the banner of domestic literature, and works like "Jiahui" have obvious advantages and disadvantages. If it is published, then we will definitely be put on the cusp of public opinion. This kind of thing can happen in other publications, but it is absolutely not allowed to happen here.”

Wang Fu felt a little aggrieved, "Jia Hui" was a very good work, both in terms of text quality and completion, but the leader's thinking was too conservative and he had too many scruples.

Shao Quanlin and Wang Meng, who later took the position of editor-in-chief, are completely two extremes.

"Then you can't return it to others, can you? This is the manuscript I came to ask for. If you ask me to send it back to someone else, how can I ask others for a manuscript in the future. This job can't be done!"

At the end of Wang Fu's speech, he slumped on the chair, posing with a generous attitude.

"Okay, okay. I said we can't publish it, but I didn't say to return it to him. The quality of He Ping's manuscript is unquestionable. I think it can be given to "Contemporary"!"

"Contemporary" and "People's Literature" are both publications of the People's Literature Publishing House. The two belong to brother units and have a very close relationship.

Wang Fu quit immediately, "This is the manuscript that I have worked so hard to ask for with the cheek. If you say it will be given to someone, then I will give it to someone. Zhou Papi is not as cruel as you!"

Wang Fu, a senior editor, played tricks, and Shao Quanlin was helpless.

"Then what do you want to do!" He compromised.

"Publish, direct publish."

"You think beautiful!"

"Why can't it be published? Is this manuscript poorly written? You won't allow it to be published or rejected. Why should you be cheap for the people of "Contemporary"?"

"You lesbians are all revolutionary comrades. Why is the mountain-top doctrine so strong?"

"I call it collectivism. Anyway, I don't agree to distribute the manuscript outside. Either you can publish it directly, or I can send the manuscript back to He Ping. Huh, when the time comes, the next novel may not be given to us. "

Wang Fu threatened the editor-in-chief with confidence.

Shao Quanlin's face was full of helplessness, there was nothing he could do about being unreasonable as a woman.

After a stalemate for a long time, Shao Quanlin finally compromised, "Okay, okay! Publish it, you can do it yourself."

"Okay, this is what you agree to."

Wang Fu won a big victory, smiling like a child.

Shao Quanlin smiled wryly, publishing it as soon as it is published is also a way.

After seeing off the old captain and Liu Jiaming, He Ping and Mao Chunhua returned to the guest house.

The matter of Qi Dongqiang came to an end, and he had no reason to stay in the capital anymore.

"Let's go south in two days." He Ping said to Mao Chunhua.

"it is good!"

Before leaving, He Ping still has some things to explain.

He ran to Brother Zhenkai's house, "I have entrusted the matter of martial arts novels to a few friends from Beijing University. Speaking of which, there is a predestined relationship, they are all poets."

Brother Zhenkai, after this year's tempering, has hidden his feelings for poetry more deeply in his heart. When he heard that He Ping found some poets, he was very happy.

"I'm still worried about what to do, and I want to drag my friends to find someone to write about it."

"Several young people are talented, and the quality of the manuscript should be good. After I leave, you are responsible for contacting them. If there is anything that cannot be finalized, please call me."

"it is good."

"In addition, I think we can recruit a few colleagues. There are more and more publishing affairs. I'm afraid you can't handle it all by yourself. I will leave it to you to take full responsibility for this matter."

Brother Zhenkai showed embarrassment, "I have no experience in this kind of thing!"

"What kind of experience do you want? If you haven't had the first time, feel free to do it boldly." He Ping encouraged.

He Ping's trust and encouragement gave Brother Zhenkai some confidence.

"Okay, then I'll try first. We agreed, if it doesn't work, you can hire someone else, and I'll concentrate on my books."

"Okay, you try it first."

The two agreed, and discussed the specific requirements and salary of some recruiters together.

They are affiliated with Yingcheng Teachers College Publishing House, and they are still at the stage of stragglers, so it is not easy to recruit people.

He Ping is still the old way - add money.

"If you have money, you can talk about anything. As long as the money is in place, someone will definitely come."

The vulgarity is a bit vulgar, but Brother Zhenkai also admits that this is the only way right now.

"You can also ask the friends you knew before, those with poor economic conditions, to see if they are willing to come over to help, and part-time jobs are also fine."

He Ping started to come up with bad ideas again.

Brother Zhenkai, if he knew that there is an organization called pyramid schemes in later generations, he would definitely pick up the manuscripts on the table and run away at this time.

After all, the capital city is the cultural center of the country, and He Ping intends to make it a key area for his cultural industry deployment, and Brother Zhenkai is here as a capable leader.So in He Ping's heart, the capital city is very important.

After the two discussed the matter, Shao Fei also came back from get off work.

Seeing He Ping coming, she began to enthusiastically arrange dinner.

"Sister-in-law, don't be too busy. I won't eat here. My wife is still waiting for me in the guest house."

"That's okay, it's not easy for you to come here."

Shao Fei is very grateful to He Ping. Brother Zhenkai has been tossing poetry and magazines for the past few years, and she is worried every day.

It's all right now, brother Zhenkai can start publishing with peace of mind, and the money given to her is much more than before.

These days are much stronger than before.

He Ping couldn't resist Brother Zhenkai and his wife, so he stayed at their house for a drink.

(End of this chapter)