"Is it too late to write now? How long does it take?"

"Below 30,000 words, the faster the better."

"How long is that long? Can't I write it?" Yue Qingyan scratched his head. Writing things is not something to play with. Although he was free to find a suitable story to fill in, thinking about that story and being able to write it in full by himself is completely different.

"Tell me in the conference room." A Yue took Yue Qingyan into the well-made conference room. Jingzhe was still defending in the conference room;

"I told you, I really don't know the copyright situation. Besides, aren't everyone printing books like this? You said that the quality of those two new articles is not good, I think it's okay to write them well. You are just editors, why don't you consider the problem from the perspective of the market?"

Seeing A Yue sitting down in the corner of the conference room with a young man, Jingzhe immediately pointed at Yue Qingyan and said, "This is the young author you found? So fast? If you want to praise someone, just say it directly. Now the newcomer dares to take it out and stomp on me? What are you doing?"

Lian Xingjie, the boss of the Ming Dynasty company, sat in the conference room without leaving because he was waiting for Yue Qingyan. He had read the three manuscripts of Yue Qingyan, and then agreed to ask him to come directly and help him save the situation. Now, how could Jingzhe be so willing to ignore Yue Qingyan's face? Moreover, Jingzhe's words clearly rely on his qualifications and popularity to question the professional level of the entire Ming Dynasty company.

Lian Xingjie snorted and said in a low voice: "How are you writing? If it weren't for the special situation, I would just pay a penalty for liquidated damages for this book. You take out Director Dong to suppress me, I will give you this face. Director Dong is probably reading your book now. Don't he know what exactly? In my opinion, Xiao Yue's manuscripts, just a few I have seen, are all better than you."

Jingzhe was furious: "Then do you want me to be this puppet? If the newcomer doesn't work, I'll take the blame. If you come out, you can get the bargain?"

Even Xingjie was almost angrily laughing: "You are shameless? You can submit the manuscript at this time. Isn't it just bet we can't do anything? You can only follow the manuscript you gave and complete the third review and three proofs as quickly as possible. I will go to the factory directly after the third review and three proofs. I won't take this set. It's too late? I won't have time to stop printing. I will pay the liquidated damages from the printing factory and re-schedule the deadline."

When Yue Qingyan heard this, he was going to have a quarrel between the two sides? Jingzhe's attitude made him very unhappy. He was indeed a newcomer, but at least the first thing he should be respected is a personal person. He had a very ordinary view of Jingzhe, but after saying this, he felt even more unhappy. Jingzhe, such a silly look, does he have the style of a senior in the circle? He is simply a gangster in the circle.

Yue Qingyan asked, "Director Ayue didn't have time to say just now. I just heard that I asked me to provide the manuscript, and time was tight. Can you ask, what was the arrangement?"

Yue Qingyan looked at A Yue, and A Yue looked at Lianxingjie. Lianxingjie sighed and said, "It's not only the time is tight, but it's also very troublesome to write. After 11 days, it will take at least 7 days to review and proofread. Then there will be only four days, and the latest delay will be four and a half days. And our manuscript gap is about 35,000."

Yue Qingyan calculated that 35,000 in four days... Well, it would be fine if it was based on the speed of online articles. But this was actually published, and short stories were very difficult and really difficult. From the length of the article, it was said that he was given less than 30,000 words, but it was probably good that he could finish writing more than 10,000. After all, A Yue and Xu Yingying knew how fast he had written the two articles before. They had to find other authors' works. But four days were really lingering.

"This... is really difficult. Four and a half days. What if I give two to three more days to review while writing?" Yue Qingyan asked. "Maybe I'll be more relaxed in this way. I'll leave it to me for 35,000 yuan."

The conference room was in an uproar. This newcomer was so crazy. Three hundred and fifty thousand in four and a half days was an unimaginable high speed for traditional publishing, and it was still necessary to maintain extremely high-quality short stories. To be able to write and review while reviewing, the process was indeed not impossible, but this meant that what was written could not be changed. This pressure was so overwhelming that I didn’t know where I went.

But even so, even Xingjie did not find it impossible. He stopped the people from other departments who were preparing to refute and said, "It's really OK? This is not a joke."

Jingzhe shouted in anger: "That's how you humiliate me. OK, I understand."

Lian Xingjie glanced at him and said lightly: "Write the preface and postscript and send it, and you will want it the day after tomorrow. Don't worry about the rest."

"Okay, okay! Remember it for me." Jingzhe left with his sleeves.

Yue Qingyan knew that this time he had a great bond with Jingzhe. He had supported Mingqian and really needed to show enough level. Even to show enough level that shocked everyone.

"I don't know either. I have a short story in my mind, a few thousand words. Or try it first."

"You just write here, and after finishing it, go to review it. If this article is fine, I will bet with you with 30,000 words." Lian Xingjie did not hesitate much and immediately made a decision. "Everyone goes out, Xu Yingying, A Yue, you prepare the environment for him to write something."

A Yue and Xu Yingying were still confused. Who would have thought that their boss would really dare to agree to such a thing? He even said that to Jingzhe. Jingzhe's big mouth would definitely tell the situation out when he went out. If Yue Qingyan's manuscript could not suppress the situation, then his reputation before the Ming Dynasty would be over.

"Boss, it's a bit big." A Yue said with a wry smile: "In this way, no one will get out of here."

"The publishing industry is already like this. You can either play bigger or die. I don't have time to stay with these guys." Lian Xingjie said and went out: "Business is on."

The conference room was immediately cleared.

"What do you need?" A Yue turned to Yue Qingyan: "The computer and monitor will be brought over and installed, and the network cable will be pulled. What do you want for the keyboard and mouse? Headphones or audio? What do you want for the chair? What do you want? What do you drink?"

Yue Qingyan was stunned. At this time, he could not do anything without pretending. A Yue’s questions are essential elements for a professional author to maintain his status and creation. If he did not ask for anything, he would be more worried about his professionalism and ability.

"The computer screen should be large enough, and it is better to have a dual screen. Do you have a capacitive keyboard here?"

"Yes, the boss is using realforce. I'll go and tear it over." After Xu Yingying said that, she really ran to tear it down.

"The mouse has no requirement, so I'll find a wireless one. If there is a large enough table cushion, I'll give me one. The keyboard and mouse work surface are the same. If you have a chair, the swivel chair in your conference room is very good, better than my home, so just this one. Find me a waist cushion."

"OK."

"There is not much requirement for the audio, just be able to make a sound. The headphones can't stand it for a few days. Well... just drink it, just water. It's best to be warm, and it would be better if you can eat something." Yue Qingyan said.

"How many days?" A Yue suddenly realized, "You want to finish writing in the company completely in front of us."

Yue Qingyan was also stunned: "That's not what you mean?"

A Yue didn't know how to react. He thought for a while and said, "Okay, that's it. Don't worry about life problems. There are everything in the company. I'll find you a sleeping bag and put it in the corner. The little guy, doing well, and created two decent articles. This is your battle to become famous."

After saying that, A Yue ran out. Yue Qingyan realized that Lian Xingjie just asked him to write an article, and he could go back and continue to start work if the quality is good. He completely understood it wrong. Now, it was simply a public execution in the typing business. Although he was not unable to write in public, the pressure was a bit too great.

However, all this was said. Whether it was for the image before the Ming Dynasty or to make the rumors that might have spread in the circle ended in vain, it was impossible for him to go home and slowly write down these two novels.

Forget it, accept your fate. Facing the scene of a group of people having a meeting, it would be a death to say the wrong thing.

However, what should I write? Yue Qingyan fell into this problem again. If it were just two short stories combined to add up to 35,000, then this work was easy to do. But now, not only should the quality of the novel be guaranteed, but it also had to be well-known in a common way and be able to identify good works. It was a work that could make Jingzhe speechless.

Although this article is short, although it is a few thousand words, it must be a work that allows the company to have full confidence in the subsequent working methods. What should I do?

Yue Qingyan sat down, and quickly lived a variety of choices in his mind, weighing whether he could write, whether he could complete such stories efficiently, and how to control the specific writing. It is really not enough to remember stories in various novels, especially short stories, which often rely on words and structure.

A pair of warm hands covered Yue Qingyan's shoulders: "Okay, let's start. The time to witness the miracle has arrived."

Xu Yingying gently encouraged him.

In less than 10 minutes, it was ready. The host connected to two screens and turned on. Two 24-inch high-definition monitors, the main interface has been opened, and the auxiliary screen has been opened. For the author, if the auxiliary screen is not used to put a video or TV series to relieve stress and distract the spirit, it must be used to check information. The keyboard, mouse, drinking water, and snacks are all placed as a place within reach around. The snacks prepared by Mingqian Company are really luxurious and rich: bread, cake, jerky, candy, chocolate... Although Yue Qingyan did not ask for it

There are varieties of water, but there are Nongfu Spring, 5100, Kunlun Mountain, Saint-Pellow, Paris Water, and Baosaike on the table. Obviously, the people in the Mingqian company have strong execution ability. Although he did not have much requirements for chairs, except for the chairs in the office, the other chairs on the computer side were all emptied and replaced with several ergonomic chairs with different principles and structures. There are several different cushions on the chairs, and several of them were obviously asked by the female employees in the company to come. The colors were very gorgeous. The conference room had already lowered the blinds to the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall in the outside office area, so that he would not feel the overly aggressive gaze.

"Our company is just very nice to the authors. Don't let us down," said Xu Yingying.

"No, don't worry." Yue Qingyan had this measure in his heart. He sat on the chair in the middle and took a deep breath at the screen.
Chapter completed!