Culture Conquers Foreign Worlds

　　 After listening to Berlocker’s words, Poulan’s hands and feet were cold. Of course he knew these conventions, but he at least retained his respect and love for literary works. Belocer is different. He follows exquisite aristocracy, looking for the balance of interpersonal relationships, and using this to measure the value of a literary work. He measures the value of a literary work not because the work itself is excellent, but because of the author's own influence.

　　 The advantage of this approach is that it is simple and easy and will not cause trouble to discredit the Leonard family. This is enough. There is no safer and better method than this.

Belocer chose to stand on the side of the work of a noble-born man, so the more literary work "Count of Monte Cristo" is, the more troublesome it will be to deal with. If the two works appear together in the reader's field of vision, it will be a little bit literary. People with literacy can judge whether it is good or bad, and it will be the author of "Wild Rose" and Leonard Press itself that will be embarrassed.

So the best way to deal with it is to refrigerate "The Count of Monte Cristo" and wait a few months for the impression of this call for papers to fade before taking it out. At that time, even if someone lamented that "The Count of Monte Cristo" was higher in quality than "Wild Rose" It will not cause any waves.

Pulan left Belokl’s office unconsciously. From Belokl’s decisive words, he knew that the incident was irretrievable. Yes, how could the value of a literary work be comparable to that of a distinguished person. Pulan is not a nobleman. Not businessmen can clearly calculate the proportion of benefits.

He was not reconciled, because "The Count of Monte Cristo" gave him a feeling that he had never experienced before and awakened his love for literature. During this time, he was often too excited to sleep because he was going to pick up the manuscript the next day. That **** it. The plot is really attractive.

　　 Back to the office, he sat down distractedly and closed his eyes. He thought of Motley Evelyn, who he once despised, whether the most senior reviewer among them had also experienced a similar choice.

　　 must take one of the utilitarian and the love of literature, and discard the other.

"If you discuss with Mr. Adrian, you may be able to realize what Mr. Leonard said, no. Mr. Adrian would not agree." Poulan's fingers were deeply inserted into his hair, thinking about finding a solution, really like a shell. Locker said to refrigerate the "Count of Monte Cristo" for a period of time?

　　 This seems to be the most correct choice at the moment.

The question is whether Harvey will accept this request. Puland remembered his calm look when he talked with Harvey. He looked down on Harvey’s identity and almost missed this wonderful novel. Harvey never even had an attitude. To defend the excellence of his work, if Motley hadn't intervened in this matter, he might have retrieved the submission.

　　He is a man of integrity and dignity.

　　 Pulan was convinced that Harvey's participation in this call for manuscripts might indeed be for the award, but on the other hand Pulan was certain that Harvey would not succumb to Leonard Press for mere profit.

　　 Pulan feels that he may be facing the hardest choice in life.

　　 In the evening, the open office of Leonard Publishing was quiet, the wine-colored setting sun was spilled on the white paper of the desk through the glass, and the messy open office paper only had a few people still working, which seemed quiet and sacred.

　　 Pulan sat at the desk staring blankly at the **** setting sun, but still did not find any thoughts to solve the matter.

He got up and packed up the papers. He left Leonard Press and found a bar at the end of the same street. He didn’t like the bar environment very much, especially in the evening, which was usually the time when the workers were off work. The workers who came out of the factory and built the railway, when they took off their shirts, the smell of sweat would swell to the entire space, and these lower classes would only use alcohol to numb their despair in their future life.

　　 Pulan thinks that he is an intellectual, which is fundamentally different from these lower-level personnel. He has no choice but to come to the bar, where there are people he is looking for.

　　 Motley Evelyn.

　　 Pushing the door in, Pulan really saw Motley sitting in front of the wooden bar with a glass of vodka with ice in his hand, silent and thinking again.

　　 "Please give me a glass of Martin, thank you." Pulan sat down next to Motley and greeted the bartender. The atmosphere remained silent until the wine he ordered came up and was muffled by a sip.

　　 "Mr. Evelyn, which work do you think will win the Leonard Award?"

Motley picked up the wine glass and shook it. The ice cubes mixed with the wine and the color became more transparent due to the light shining. He didn't even turn his head to look at Pulan and said indifferently: "The readers of "The Count of Monte Cristo" have the most feedback. The evaluation among the authors is also very high."

"Yes, but you also know that Mr. Leonard does not intend to refer to these opinions. I cannot persuade him nor do I have the confidence to convince Mr. Adrian, so I want to seek your help." Pulan was extremely distressed and took another glass of wine. Drink it all in one go. The cold alcohol fell into the stomach pouch and turned into a raging fire, but he couldn't burn his current hesitation.

　　 "Garcia, do you know how old reviewers worked?"

"No~ no one has ever mentioned it to me~www.readwn.com~ now you can listen carefully, at least when I just became a reviewer, the reviewer did not belong to which publishing house, the reviewer It was a free man. At that time, reviewers were the bridge between novelists and publishers. They needed to judge the value of their works, find suitable publishers, and negotiate the distribution of benefits.

"I still remember the first time I followed my teacher to the mansion of a novelist. At that time, there were publishers and many professional recitationists. We went to a room full of books. The recitation reader read it out. The content of the book is about sex. I can’t believe that they were wearing white gloves and chanting those vulgar words with a sacred look. At that time, even the most vulgar novels would be respected. The lives of reviewers are indeed better now than they were then. It's a lot better, but the reviewers at that time had a better chance than the reviewers now being raised in captivity." Motley missed it: "At that time we were hunters, but now we are raised as hunting dogs. "

　　 Pulan shook his head in confusion: "I don't understand what you mean."

Motley turned his head slightly and looked at him meaningfully and said: "This is an opportunity. The choice is yours. The publishing house has the choice of the publishing house, the novelist has the choice of the novelist, and then you must choose one of them. Hounds There is no vision for judging the value of the prey, because their actions depend on the hunter. With an order, even if the bloodthirsty beast is in front of them, they must rush to fight. On the contrary, the hunter can choose to advance and retreat, and the corresponding hunter also needs to judge the prey and survive in danger. The ability, Garcia, do you want to be a hound or a hunter?"

After another round of questioning, the two talked about that at the end, Motley gave Pulan a business card with a look of frustration, with the address and contact information of a small publishing house written on it. The senior reviewer was still willing to push Garcia once. .