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

Chapter 399: The Americans’ tricks? Hope lies here!

"It seems that the power of Amazing Stories is much greater than ours."

When he walked out of the hotel, Green was full of doubts and emotions.

Just now, he learned this from a conversation with Williamson.

The editor-in-chief of "Amazing Stories" actually learned about the news that "Seaside Magazine" was seeking help through a friend.

The editor-in-chief was so well-informed that Green, as an insider of Seaside Magazine, was not even aware of the news.

It is said that it was Mr. Smith, the editor-in-chief of "Seaside Magazine", who, although he tried to keep most people in the magazine in the dark, could not help but tell this exciting news to one of his good friends.

When people see hope, they always hope to get recognition from people around them, especially when they have no confidence in themselves.

But because of this, Mr. Smith overestimated the loyalty of his friend, and this so-called close friend sold the news to Amazing Stories in exchange for a favor.

“This is sad news. Amazing Stories has already responded and will continue to increase its efforts to seize our market, such as promotional activities, interviews with celebrities, or sequels to popular works in the past. These means will greatly affect the plans of Seaside Magazine this time.

You might even be killed in one blow!"

Looking at the people coming and going on the street and the homeless people in tattered clothes and emitting a foul smell in the corners, Green had a premonition that he would become one of them.

His wife might divorce him for the sake of the family's livelihood, and then remarry another slightly wealthier middle-class man in London, taking the children with her.

He will lose his family and everything.

"Seaside Magazine is horrible, and the Americans are geniuses in this area."

Green wanted to curse, but that was not in line with his character, so he complained in a gentle tone.

At this moment, despair surged into his heart.

It was good news to know that there was hope for "Seaside Magazine", but it was a bolt from the blue that "Amazing Stories" got the news first.

"We cannot guarantee that this work will be better than all the novels of Amazing Stories. They have more writer resources."

Green's thoughts became more and more pessimistic. He even began to think that what Williamson had just told him might just be an excuse from "Amazing Stories".

It is very likely that there are already American "spies" in the high-level positions within "Seaside Magazine"?

They love to play this game, finding discordant elements within their opponents and then using every opportunity to turn them over.

"Would you like a copy of The Scotsman, sir? It's only twopence."

He heard the newsboy's cries, but Green ignored them. He walked towards the magazine office in a daze and even forgot about his bicycle.

So what? The Seaside Magazine was probably doomed anyway.

"Sir, don't you need a newspaper? I have many magazines here, such as Amazing Stories, which is a very popular magazine recently. It contains many exciting stories that you would never have thought of."

The newsboy continued to peddle his "product".

His tone was sincere. Under normal circumstances, Green would definitely buy one.

It's not just that he has the habit of reading newspapers, but also that he wants to give these poor people a way to survive.

Children who become newspaper boys generally don't have a very good situation.

But today, the newsboy's words hurt Green's heart. He was not an optimistic person and always planned for the worst.

"you"

Green opened his mouth to curse, but when he saw the newsboy's thin face, he couldn't make a sound.

He is also a soft-hearted person.

Then, Green sighed and spent 5 pence to buy a copy of "Amazing Stories".

The cheap price made him feel even more suffocated.

Because even if Seaside Magazine tried its best to lower costs, it could only keep the price at around 7 pence.

“We are already doing charity!”

These are the original words of Editor-in-Chief Smith.

Green sighed again. This was the umpteenth time he had sighed today.

No matter how his good friend Williamson comforted him, for example.

"Perhaps? I have seen the work of a gentleman whose work is simply a miracle. If you could get his work, I think even Amazing Stories would be equally vulnerable.

But I have no news of that gentleman now."

Green didn't know who the gentleman Williamson kept mentioning was.

But in his eyes, a person's power is limited. Even someone as strong as Conan Doyle would find it difficult to write the same high level of short stories as in the beginning of "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" in his later years.

Green remembered clearly that this gentleman's creative level declined later on.

"Unless there is a peak Conan Doyle, even the gentleman Williamson is talking about will not be able to save The Strand."

He sighed for a while and finally found his bicycle on the street.

"Tough luck!"

When people's luck gets bad, there's no way to stop it. Green found that even his own bicycle was knocked down by someone without him knowing when.

Fortunately, it was not serious, so he could only pick up the bicycle and ride back towards the magazine office.

Green only took a few hours of vacation, and in this economic context, being able to have a job was already a respectable thing.

Want comfort? There are plenty of unemployed people on the street who can replace you!
Along the way, Green seemed to be drunk, knocking over the curb several times and almost knocking down an old man.

Fortunately, the worst did not happen, otherwise Green could have announced it in advance and joined the army of people seeking help on the streets.

After finally returning to the magazine office, Green found that the atmosphere here was a little strange.

Because even the receptionist, Ms. Emily, who usually sat at the door, was no longer at her workstation.

The entire door of the magazine was empty, as if the magazine had gone bankrupt and everyone had run away.

Green's heart skipped a beat and he immediately ran towards the editor-in-chief's office.

"Oh!"

Green pushed open the door of the editor-in-chief's office. It was the first time he made such a rude move.

He couldn't help but feel anxious, because in the past few months, there have been many reports of company bosses running away with money.

And the United States is the destination for these people.

"Green? Why did you come in like this?"

Mr. Smith's surprised voice came from the office, and he raised his bearded face from a manuscript.

"I...I..." Green regretted it the moment he opened the door.

How reckless! Green, you have ruined your image!
Because after he pushed open the door, he saw that the office was full of people.

The employees of "Seaside Magazine" surrounded Mr. Smith like stars surrounding the moon.

It seems that you have been looking at the manuscript in Mr. Smith's hand?
Green's heart skipped a beat and he wanted to explain something.

But Mr. Smith waved and said, "Come, Mr. Green, come and take a look at this amazing work. I believe it will surprise you!

Ladies and gentlemen, it turns out that Green was right. We should introduce science fiction. This will be the hope of our magazine, another Mr. Conan Doyle."

"Green! Green!"

The employees seemed to be filled with great joy, and they shouted Green's name, because it was he who first proposed to introduce science fiction content. "???"

Green was confused and didn't know what was going on.

He was pushed to the desk like a puppet, and finally a manuscript was carefully stuffed into his hand.

Smith clasped his hands together, leaned his elbows on the table, forced a smile on his face and said, "Mr. Green, I hope you will be careful with your hands, because you are holding everyone's hope in your hands.

Of course, even if it is damaged, we can still ask Mr. Bao for another copy of the manuscript.

But that would make us look unprofessional, wouldn’t it?”

"This..." Green didn't know what to say. He looked at the people around him who were full of hope, and he couldn't recover from the huge emotional shock.

Five minutes ago, he was still worried that "Seaside Magazine" would go bankrupt, and five minutes later, his colleagues were eager to open the champagne?
Green didn't quite believe that a work could have such magic, but the reactions of his colleagues and Mr. Smith's confident look gave him endless curiosity.

So he held the manuscript in his hand, sat down in front of Mr. Smith, and read it carefully with his head down.

The colleagues around me also remained silent at this moment.

It seemed that each of them had experienced the same mental journey as Green, and was fully confident of Green's reaction that would happen next.

"He knew that this last lesson had to be taught in advance"

This first sentence attracted Green's attention.

"An excellent start." Green said in his heart.

As a copy editor, Green is naturally sensitive to relevant content. He can usually judge the direction of the story based on a few paragraphs.

But this work called "Rural Teacher" made him frown, because the development of the story did not meet his expectations at all.

To be precise, it is the expectation for science fiction literature.

Greene had never seen a science fiction novel start like this.

"The old locust tree in front of the village is very clear, and the several old crow nests between the dry branches of the tree are even darker, like a few eye-catching drops of ink on this dark silver picture... In fact, the village also has beautiful and warm moments."

“This is an excellent piece of local literature, with a hint of oriental flavor, but it is definitely not an excellent science fiction novel.”

After watching one-third of it, Green commented in his heart.

"Gentlemen, I don't know why you are so excited, but I think this is a very good work of local literature, but it is far from being able to save the future of The Seaside Magazine."

Green really wanted to say this, but when he looked up and saw those expectant eyes, he felt like he had missed something.

So Green continued to look at the follow-up.

".The ignorance and despair that enveloped his hometown suffocated him. Those kids who stared at the blackboard lit by candlelight in the cold classroom on a winter night, he was the candle, no matter how long it could last."

The deep sense of immersion and the local flavor created in the article made Green feel intoxicated.

"This is a tragedy, an excellent rural tragedy novel. I think it should win some awards, but it should not be published in our science fiction section. Perhaps the modern literature section is more appropriate."

After reading the first chapter, Green looked up and commented.

But he found that his colleagues present still maintained the same look.

This made him even more puzzled, and he even began to doubt his own level.

Is there something different?

"Haha!" Mr. Smith laughed unpleasantly, but it was clear that he was very happy. "Mr. Green, you are not usually so impatient. Keep reading and make your comments after you finish. This is the respect that an excellent work deserves."

As a senior editor, his habit is always to read the beginning and make predictions and judgments about the subsequent content.

Then, I’ll take a general look at the subsequent content, and after judging it to be excellent, I’ll make a more detailed assessment.

This can greatly improve the efficiency of editors.

Mr. Smith has always advocated this.

"Don't waste your time on that damn bullshit."

These are his exact words.

But today he
"Whoo~"

Green let out a breath and unbuttoned a button on his collar. He was already sweating profusely.

I turned the page and continued reading.

But when he saw the first sentence, he immediately widened his eyes.

"An interstellar war that has lasted for 20,000 years is drawing to a close."

"The interstellar fleet of the Galactic Carbon-based Federation has completed the first space-time jump of this cruise."

"A large number of ultra-short-distance space-time jumps were carried out."

"The resonance of their intelligence field caused an isolated plasma wave to spread out into the sky above the silver metal earth."

Various novel and hardcore science fiction concepts come along with this epic space war. Especially the concept of war is no longer the kind of knight novel with a science fiction skin. This is real science fiction!
Green's pupils shrank, and he suddenly looked up at Mr. Smith, and saw the expected pride in the other's eyes.

“But is this really the same novel?”

He talked to himself, asking the question that almost everyone has asked.

But this time, Green did not seek answers from other people's faces, but kept watching uncontrollably.

“This is the content of rural novels.”

“This is the stuff of science fiction.”

He flipped through chapter after chapter, his thoughts unable to stop.

The question and answer session between the Starfleet commander and the children almost choked Green!

"The fate of everyone on the planet depends on these children. If they fail, these advanced civilizations will launch singularity bombs and destroy all human civilization!"

Green talked to himself, completely immersed in the plot.

until.

"

3C Civilization Test Question No. 15 passed! 3C Civilization Test Question No. 15."

The children said in unison: The acceleration of an object is directly proportional to the force it receives and inversely proportional to its mass!
"Singularity bomb turns! Off target!!"

The Supreme Archon's intelligence field flashed rapidly, using its maximum energy to transmit the order through hyperspace to the Blue 84210 ship.

"

Green's eyes scanned every word hungrily, unwilling to miss any details.

The story finally ended when I saw the Supreme Archon’s argument about the universe at the end.

Only then was Green able to breathe deeply.

His face turned red and his hands trembled slightly.

I can't take my eyes off the manuscript in my hands.

He couldn't help but say it.

"Dual narrative! Dual timelines! So that's how it is! This is definitely the most admirable and amazing science fiction work I have ever seen!"

(End of this chapter)