Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 268 "The chivalrous and courageous Fang Shiyu"

Chessboard Street.

Commercial Press.

The Commercial Press was founded in Shanghai in 1897, marking the beginning of China’s modern publishing industry. For the Chinese cultural community, the Commercial Press is as famous as Peking University, and together they are known as the “Twin Stars of Modern Chinese Culture.”

Not only has it made achievements in academic culture, the Commercial Press has also made outstanding contributions to the modern education system. Many early secretaries of Northern Dawalishi were also disseminated with the help of the Commercial Press.

Against this background, it is not unusual for the Commercial Press to be targeted.

"Let me tell you, our Commercial Press is the first publishing house in Shanghai. Since Mr. Zhang Yuanji founded it, which school's textbooks have not been issued by our Commercial Press? There are also a lot of foreign academic and literary masterpieces? Don't worry too much ”

Chen Mengyun is a sophomore at Guanghua University. On weekdays, he works as a librarian at the Commercial Press, sorting out books. He can also take advantage of work to read some books.

Librarians have always been a mysterious profession, and there have been several legendary figures in this profession.

It was mid-afternoon, and he was leaning on the cashier table, chatting with the classmates next to him.

Zhang Jingchang was not in a hurry. He said calmly: "It's not that I'm urging you, it's just that the readers are urging you. You should know that since Mr. Bingwen's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was serialized, our "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been serialized. The story section of The Times depends entirely on you. If you don’t update it, readers may tear my editorial department apart.”

Following Song Fu's gaze, Chen Mengyun saw an elegant man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

"Mr. Cai Yuanpei once strongly supported our library. The minister said that he is our spiritual support. Mr. Gao Mengdan, Mr. Zheng Zhenduo, Mr. Ye Shengtao, and Mr. Zhu Kezhen are all very famous figures. I really want to be like them."

But he was stopped by Song Fuwang.

"The current editor-in-chief of the Times is Zhang Jingchang." Song Fuwang sighed, seeming very embarrassed.

The hair on Chen Mengyun's body was about to stand on end. He thought that he should just come if he didn't say anything, and he was about to rush forward and close the door.

"Editor Zhang, I really can't write the following plot. I've been stuck on the follow-up plot of "Loyal Liver, Righteousness and Courage Fang Shiyu" for a long time. Please let me go!"

Song Fu looked forward with a look of lingering fear, then said with a helpless smile on his face.

Thinking like this, Chen Mengyun blocked a wooden board in front of the door and felt a little more at ease. He couldn't help turning his head to Song Fuwang and said with a smile.

When Chen Mengyun heard the conversation between the two people, he suddenly realized that he had heard some time ago that his junior student Song Fuwang was serializing a novel, but he did not expect that it would be serialized in the famous "Times".

"Editor Zhang, you are making fun of me again."

I have long heard that Chen Dezheng, the living king of hell, has arrived in Shanghai again. All the booksellers and newspapers who heard the news are now walking on thin ice, hoping not to cause trouble for themselves.

Song Fuwang had just been admitted to Guanghua University last year. In order to earn some living expenses, he worked part-time with his senior Chen Mengyun. He didn't know much about the Commercial Press, but he still knew a few familiar gentlemen.

"Who is this?" Chen Mengyun was still a little wary and looked at the other person. He seemed to have a good status and the purpose of coming here might not be too simple.

"and many more."

"Brother Fuwang, there is no need to worry. Our Commercial Press is owned by someone. It is not something that a villain like Chen Dezheng can manipulate at will. Chen Dezheng almost got himself involved because of some investigation in the newspaper. How can he still have the energy? Cause trouble for us."

At this time, a man's voice came from outside the door. Both of them were startled and looked towards the door.

Then he frowned tightly, seeming very helpless.

Song Fuwang still had worry on his face. When had the government acted with reason?
"Who do you think has no energy?"

"There will be. At this moment, we just have to be careful about Chen Dezheng's harassment. We don't have to be afraid of the rest."

"I hope so"

This was something he didn't expect at all.

Chen Mengyun looked at Song Fuwang, his eyes seemed to say, you are not very honest, you didn't tell me such a big thing.

No wonder he said he couldn't go to the dance club last time. It turned out that he was secretly hiding in his room writing a novel.

Just when I was thinking about waiting for Zhang Jingchang to leave and interrogating him, Song Fuwang not only poured out the bitter water, but also explained the situation roughly like pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

"Editor Zhang, please stop rushing me. I really don't have a word left."

Song Fuwang looked sad.

"I feel like the more I write, the more rubbish I get. I write thousands of words every day and then delete them and rewrite them. No matter what, I can't find the feeling I had before."

"As you know, I submitted manuscripts to your publisher one after another, but none of them were accepted. Even this novel got a little better because you changed the plot and title for me. I really don't want to write it. A bunch of unbearable things to present to my readers."

Song Fuwang seemed to have found a vent to vent, and expressed all the depression in his heart recently.

In this world, not everyone has literary talent. Song Fuwang is one of those without talent. Since he was a child, he has set his ambition to become a literary great.

It's a pity that ideals and reality are always different.

Now that he finally caught this opportunity, he naturally wanted to show a better state of his work.

Zhang Jingchang was a little surprised. He looked at Song Fuwang who was almost crying. As an editor, he could naturally understand the pain of these ordinary writers.

But instead, he had a smile on his face, patted the other party's shoulder and said.

"Perhaps Mr. Song doesn't know that your manuscript was not actually drafted at the beginning."

"This" Song Fuwang looked at the other party in disbelief. He thought he would get comfort, but he didn't expect that the other party was actually attacking him?

Chen Mengyun was a little angry, thinking about what was going on with the editor-in-chief. When he heard that someone was sad and lost, he actually wanted to add fuel to the fire instead of comforting him.

But before he had time to attack, his eyes widened when he heard the other person's next words.

"It was Mr. Bingwen who selected this manuscript." Zhang Jingchang showed a mysterious smile on his face.

"Mr. Bingwen?"

"Mr. Bingwen!" Song Fuwang and Chen Mengyun both opened their eyes wide, unable to believe what they heard in their ears.

The status of the name Bao Bingwen in Guanghua University is naturally self-evident.

When Bao Guowei gave his first speech in Shanghai, he gave it to Guanghua University, not to mention that the fanatical student group that supported Bao Guowei the most from the beginning was from Guanghua University.

If one were to select a university in Shanghai, Bao Guowei would be the most popular among them, and then Guanghua University could be said to be the most popular.

"It's actually Mr. Bingwen!"

Song Fuwang's eyes widened and he felt like tears were about to jump out of his eyes. This was his role model all along, and it could be said that it was an existence that was beyond his reach.

But such a person actually had real interactions with him.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Zhang Jingchang also smiled on his face.

"Actually, at the beginning, we were not optimistic about your manuscript. Did you call it "The Legend of the Protector of the Country" at the beginning? It can be said that the writing style and plot are not online."

"This"

Hearing this, Song Fuwang suddenly felt helpless. He knew that he was "very good", but hearing it from other people's mouths gave him a completely different feeling.

Chen Mengyun's expression was very strange. He felt that the editor in front of him seemed a little careless? Who did you learn it from?
He couldn't help but remind him.

"Sir, you don't have to be so direct."

But even if he couldn't keep it on his face, Song Fuwang still had no way to suppress the emotions in his heart, and he couldn't help but guess.

"Could it be Mr. Bingwen? He helped me revise it, and he agreed to let me submit the manuscript!"

His eyes were full of expectation, and expectation was the man who gave him hope.

Zhang Jingchang looked at the other party, nodded, and showed an expected expression.

"It was Mr. Bingwen who accidentally saw your manuscript and said that your manuscript could save someone, so he changed the title of your book and wrote you those wonderful story lines. It can be said that this Mr. Bingwen's efforts are nearly half of the success that "Loyalty Liver, Righteousness and Boldness Fang Shiyu" has achieved today."

Hearing this, Song Fuwang not only did not feel insulted, but felt extremely happy in his heart. He stood up and grabbed his companion Chen Mengyun's shoulders.

"Did you hear it, Mengyun? Did you hear it, Mengyun? Mr. Bingwen personally revised my novel, personally gave me suggestions on articles, and rescued me from countless manuscripts!"

Chen Mengyun was shaken so much that he almost vomited out his breakfast. Naturally, he was extremely jealous and hoped that he was the one who received the advice.

But he was still happy for his friend and wanted to talk, but his words were intermittent.

"Okay, okay, I get it, kid! You must write it down well in the future."

Zhang Jingchang couldn't help but smile and reminded.

"Classmate Song, let me tell you, you must not disappoint Mr. Bingwen's expectations of you! He has also been reading your novels recently, and even contacted us to ask if your novels have been updated."

The latter sentence was naturally made up by Zhang Jingchang, but if he didn't put in more effort, the Song Fuwang in front of him might not really work hard to write it down.

This rhetoric was obviously very useful. Song Fuwang was still hesitating, but when he heard that Bao Guowei was also following the update, he immediately became energetic.

"Editor Zhang, you actually said this, and Mr. Bingwen also gave you such high expectations. If I, Song Fuwang, don't write it, I'd be really unhuman!"

He clenched his fists and said firmly.

"I, Song Fuwang, will definitely burn the midnight oil to create from today on. Even if I exhaust all my energy, I will create all the subsequent plots."

After being freed from the opponent's clutches, Chen Mengyun finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he was also happy for his friend.

"Old Song, you are not honest. From now on, you have to take care of me when it comes to submitting articles."

Chen Mengyun rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

"After all, I also want to get Mr. Bingwen's comments."

Zhang Jingchang laughed and said: "Okay, okay, both of you, work harder. The literary world in the future will definitely belong to you!"

"Write! Write everything carefully for me!"

Song Fuwang's face turned rosy and he kept waving his fists, obviously being greatly encouraged.

But while several people were excited, they completely forgot to pay attention to what was going on outside the door, so that a group of people walked in without even noticing.

By the time Chen Mengyun reacted, he heard a playful voice.

"Still want to write? Stop writing, gentlemen. If you continue to write, please come with me to the prison!"

At this time, a man with scars on his face walked in. He was thin and stooped, like a withered bone.

But the voice was loud and hoarse.

"You guys, don't just sit there and seal all the books on the list. You are not allowed to keep any of them."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of team members wearing loose uniforms rushed in from outside, holding guys in their hands.

"Who are you?!"

Zhang Jingchang didn't expect such a change at all, so he came over immediately and shouted angrily.

But when he took a closer look, he recognized the man who turned into ashes -.

If not Chen Desheng, who else could it be?

(End of this chapter)