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Chapter 354 A Surprise in Despair (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Chen Yu clearly remembered Liu Xingliang once said that with the level of "The Wandering Earth", it can definitely crush those works published in science fiction clubs in recent years.

And he himself was deeply amazed by the brain hole and plot of "The Wandering Earth".In his opinion, this work may not be shortlisted for the World Science Fiction Convention, but it will definitely be among the top three in this sci-fi essay contest!

but!

just now!

None of the top twenty has its name on it!
Chen Yu frowned, hesitated for a moment, and dialed the number of an editor-in-chief of the Science Fiction Club that he had connected with before.

The call was quickly connected.

Chen Yu asked, "Editor Xia?"

Xia Mo smiled wryly: "Editor Chen, you also know the news? It seems that this matter has really caused a lot of trouble on the Internet. I'm really sorry, the slander against you and other Internet writers on the Internet is really not us The original intention, here I apologize to your authors on behalf of the Science Fiction Society, and hope they don't mind."

"Hey! I know your difficulties."

Chen Yu also smiled wryly, "But I didn't call because of this. I'm a little unwilling, so I want to ask you about the sci-fi essay "The Wandering Earth" I sent you earlier. Do you think the quality is not good?"

"What earth?"

"Wandering Earth."

"Wandering what?"

"Wandering Earth."

"What kind of essay is this? I have no impression."

Hearing Xia Mo's words, Chen Yu became anxious: "No way, Editor-in-Chief Xia, the email I sent you the morning before yesterday was a sci-fi essay submission by a writer from our side."

"The day before yesterday?"

Xia Mo frowned and thought for a moment, then he understood: "Oh, editor-in-chief Chen, I'm really sorry. On that day, our president had already asked us to suspend the review of manuscripts and prepare for the World Science Fiction Convention. After all, you also I know that our cooperation with you is actually a formalism, and I don’t expect how good science fiction novels can be written by Internet writers. Don’t mind my words, this is not discrimination. It’s just..."

Chen Yu didn't listen to Xia Mo's words at all, he directly interrupted Xia Mo's words: "You mean, you didn't read it?"

Xia Mo: "Uh... I really didn't watch it."

Chen Yu slapped his head fiercely, and said anxiously: "This matter is serious...Editor Xia, please open the email."

Xia Mo smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, the dream of the World Science Fiction Convention is now shattered anyway, I will still review all emails carefully."

Chen Yu was so anxious that he went crazy: "It's not next, it's now! The science fiction I sent you is different."

Xia Mo was taken aback: "Different?"

What else can be different about the works of Internet writers?

They have reviewed all the essays submitted by Internet writers at [-] o'clock before. It can be said that these essays have almost no merits, except for some brainless cool points, which are quite fun to watch, and others cannot withstand the slightest scrutiny .

An essay of this quality, not to mention participating in the World Essay Calling Conference, is not even eligible to be published in the magazine of Science Fiction Society.

That's why Xia Mo didn't understand Chen Yu's words.

But he still nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

After all, the two parties are in a cooperative relationship, so I still have to give this bit of face.And now there is no hope of being shortlisted for the World Science Fiction Convention, so there is no need for him to be busy in vain.

Sighing, after hanging up the phone, Xia Mo opened the mailbox, and soon found the email from Chen Yu.

Download the document.

turn on.

Look carefully.

Even though he knew that the quality of the essays in front of him was likely to be poor, and even though he didn't think that Internet writers could write very good science fiction, but because of his professional habits, he still didn't treat any of the manuscripts sloppily.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Ten minutes later, Xia Mo stood up suddenly, and even overturned the chair because of too much force.

Bang!
The chair fell to the ground and made a loud noise, breaking the solemn atmosphere in the office area.

However, Xia Mo didn't care at all, but rushed out of his seat, rushed to the president's office frantically, and screamed at the same time: "President! President!"

Xu Li looked at Xia Mo who broke in without even knocking in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Xia Mo tried to calm his violently beating heart: "President, I... I just forwarded an email to you, take a look."

"Oh?"

Xu Li didn't ask Xia Mo why he was excited, but nodded and opened the mailbox.

A minute later, the expression of the president of the science fiction club suddenly froze, and a rare seriousness appeared on his face. He subconsciously approached the screen and looked at it carefully.

I don't know how long it took.

Xu Li finally raised his head and looked at Xia Mo: "Where did you submit this science fiction article?"

Xia Mo said: "The internet writer over there at seven o'clock."

"Seven o'clock... seven o'clock..."

Xu Li didn't seem to expect that he was an internet author, so he regained his composure: "Why didn't you find out earlier?"

Xia Mo said: "At that time, the president, you just held a meeting and said that all manuscript reviews were suspended, and this manuscript was sent just after the meeting, so I didn't check the mailbox."

"It seems to be my fault. But fortunately, it's not too late now."

Speaking of this, Xu Li looked at the screen: "What a "Wandering Earth", what a genius brain hole that allows the earth to escape and wander. This kind of novel is definitely the pinnacle of the combination of brain hole and technology. Who said that our China's Science fiction is not good? Who said that our science fiction can only be plagiarized and borrowed? Is there any second novel in the world that has this idea?

Sure enough, there is a saying in Huaxia that is right: There is no unparalleled road in the sky!I originally thought that the entire army of submissions would be wiped out this time. Coupled with the Internet storm, our science fiction might suffer an unprecedented blow. I didn't expect a surprise.

Xia Mo, you immediately forward this "The Wandering Earth" to Editor-in-Chief Liu, and ask him to send it to the World Science Fiction Convention immediately.I still don't believe it, such a short sci-fi story is not eligible for the shortlist! "

"Yes!"

Xia Mo clenched his fists hard, turned around and rushed out of the office.

Ten minutes later, the entire Science Fiction Club fell into a huge commotion.

Because Xu Li forwarded "The Wandering Earth" to the owner of the company.

"My God, this idea is amazing!"

"Use an engine to push the earth away from the orbit of the sun? Is this a brain hole that people can think of?"

"The picture revealed by the text is also very magnificent."

"Oh my god, my heart is surging. In just [-] words, I feel the vastness of the universe and the greatness of human beings. It's amazing."

"And in just [-] words, it describes the cruelty of nature, the greatness of human beings, and the unfathomable human nature... This is the most remarkable thing. Whether it is the concept or the depth, I worship it."

"..."

The exclamations of the Science Fiction Club kept coming and going.

However, what makes them feel incredible is that this "Wandering Earth" is not the work of any well-known science fiction writer in China, or even a folk contribution, but from an Internet writer named "Fenglin" at [-]:[-]!

Fenglin!

Web Writer!

Everyone knows the news, and their hearts are suffocated.

……

At this time, in far away Berlin, the judges of the World Science Fiction Convention are still smiling and chatting.

The bearded man said: "Now the public opinion on Huaxia on the Internet seems to be not very good, what's going on?"

Another judge smiled slightly: "I deliberately revealed the news. Let that eastern country and other Asian countries be a little self-aware, and don't bother to send a lot of bloated manuscripts in the future. Their submissions will only make us rubbish. The barrels become more waste paper, wasting our energy and serving no purpose other than that."

"Who said no?"

"well done."

"Haha, tell them to come back to this conference in twenty years."

"Maybe fifty years."

At this moment, the bearded man was taken aback suddenly, and looked at the computer screen in front of him: "Huh? That science fiction club in Huaxia sent another contribution?"

The judge who spoke just now raised his eyebrows: "Aren't they still determined? Leave the manuscript to me! It seems that this time my review will be a little more ruthless!"

　The third shift is over... only a few shifts are owed, and it will be paid off soon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)