At "Grudge" magazine, Zhao Yan walked through the editorial hall holding a schoolbag, greeting acquaintances from the editorial department along the way.
He is currently studying at the Customs School. When he has nothing to do, he will come to the magazine to stay for a while. Maybe it is because he grew up here, so he likes the atmosphere here very much.
When he arrived at the door of the editor-in-chief's office, Zhao Yan knocked on the door and called: "Dad."
Zhao Changtian was reading a manuscript at his desk. When he heard Zhao Yan's voice, he replied without raising his head: "Yes."
Seeing his father so focused, Zhao Yan approached slowly and asked in a low voice: "Dad, are you reviewing the manuscript? Whose manuscript do you want to review personally?"
"Yu Dong's."
"No wonder..." Zhao Yan came closer and said, "Have you seen any of them before? Share some with me."
Zhao Changtian raised his head and glanced at his son, but said nothing.
Although he didn't speak, Zhao Yan also understood and took two steps back without mentioning the matter of reading the manuscript.
In this regard, Zhao Changtian was very strict with him and would not show him such unpublished manuscripts at all.
Zhao Yan found a chair and sat down. He originally brought a book and wanted to read it here, but now he had no intention of doing so. He was thinking about Yu Dong's manuscript.
He is a loyal reader of Yu Dong and one of the earliest readers. He was happy for several days because he saw Yu Dong in his father's office.
Has Yu Dong written mystery novels again?
That's how it should be, his "Fatal Identity" was so well written.
There is a big stack of manuscripts, and it should be a full-length article.
Zhao Yan rubbed his hands. Although he couldn't see it at the moment, he was still very excited to learn that Yu Dong was going to publish a new book.
Compared with other writers, Yu Dong is already a very prolific writer, but Zhao Yan still feels that he has not published a work for a long time. After all, who can have too few good books?
After sitting on the chair for a while, Zhao Yan couldn't sit still and walked around the office again.
Zhao Changtian raised his head and said sternly: "Is there a thorn in your butt?"
Zhao Yan was startled and quickly sat back down.
In this way, after waiting anxiously for more than two hours, Zhao Changtian finally finished reading the manuscript.
Zhao Yan asked eagerly: "How is it, Dad, is Yu Dong's new book good?"
"You still need to ask?" Zhao Changtian rolled his eyes.
Zhao Yan scratched the back of his head: "That's right, there is nothing bad about his works... Is it reasoning?"
"It's not considered a mystery." Zhao Changtian shook his head, "Actually, the previous "Fatal Identity" can't be considered a mystery, at least it's not a conventional mystery novel. But this new novel, compared with "Fatal Identity", is more tender.
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"Warmth." Zhao Yan said in astonishment: "There is no murder or anything in it?"
"Yes, and it was a big case. The president died at the beginning."
"A president died? So the setting of this novel is not China?"
"Yeah." Zhao Changtian nodded: "Okay, don't ask anymore, and I won't tell you more. You can read it yourself after the novel is serialized."
At this time, Zhao Yan's appetite had been whetted, but he did not dare to ask any more questions and could only think about it.
"Don't talk, I'll call Yu Dong."
Zhao Changtian gave instructions, then picked up the phone and called Yu Dong.
"Hello, hello." Yu Dong answered the phone quickly.
Zhao Changtian smiled and said: "Yu Dong, I am Zhao Changtian."
"Editor Zhao, you called me right now, are you talking about "Golden Dreamland"?"
"Well, yes, I have read the manuscript and it is very exciting. To be honest, I feel that even if this novel is sent to "Shanghai Literature", they will definitely be willing to take it. It is very literary and makes me
I was mesmerized by the sight."
Yu Dong smiled and said: "So, I have to send the manuscript to Jin Yucheng to try?"
"No, no, no, no, I'm just telling you, don't take it seriously. Their "Shanghai Literature" doesn't have enough appetite to digest such a long manuscript."
"Haha, I was just kidding."
"Okay, I won't say much more. I just called you to tell you that the manuscript has been approved and we will publish it as soon as possible."
"No problem." Yu Dong paused and then suddenly said: "Editor Zhao, does your Zhao Yan also write novels?"
Zhao Yan's eyes widened when he heard Yu Dong mention him, and he couldn't help but move closer for fear of missing something.
Zhao Changtian looked at Zhao Yan and replied: "He usually writes some short articles and doodles. He is worth your worry."
"I saw him writing something last time, and I was a little curious, so I asked. What kind of things does he usually write?"
"Write anything, it's not the same path as me anyway."
Zhao Changtian looked at Zhao Yan again. He was not very optimistic about Zhao Yan's writing.
In fact, he was not very optimistic about many things about Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan was fond of playing and sleeping, and was not good at studying, so he went to a technical secondary school.
As for literature, although Zhao Yan likes reading, he is not very close to literature.
Take his favorite Yu Dong as an example. Although he has read all of Yu Dong's works, his favorites are "Fatal Identity" and "Resident Evil", but Yu Dong's serious literature is not very attractive to him.
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When he saw the book "The Crowd" before, Zhao Changtian was extremely shocked and lamented that there was a writer who could write Shanghai with such a flavor, but Zhao Yan could not understand this novel at all.
At this time, Yu Dong on the other end of the phone smiled and said: "After all, he is a young man with wild ideas. I just asked casually. If I have a chance, I will go back to Shanghai and we can chat face to face."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Changtian asked strangely: "Why did Yu Dong think of asking you?"
"Maybe it's because he saw me writing something before, so he was a little curious. Didn't he say it himself?" Zhao Yan guessed.
Zhao Changtian shook his head, "Would you pay attention to a primary school student just because he writes something?"
"I'm not a primary school student either." Zhao Yan muttered.
"How are you different from a primary school student in front of him? Do you think the things you write are any better than those of a primary school student?"
What Zhao Changtian said was very hurtful, but Zhao Yan did not refute it. He also knew that what he wrote was not of high quality and his father looked down upon it.
It’s not just my father who looks down on me, but everyone else too.
Because his father is a great writer and the editor-in-chief of "Grudge", others will always be disappointed when they see what he writes, thinking that the things written by the son of a great writer should not be of this level.
But he still wanted to write. He always felt that one day he would be able to write something famous, something different from his father.
Chapter completed!