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Curry Sauce: "An author without inspiration is like a salted fish!"
Nicholas Zhang San: "..."
"No, you're still a bit different from a salted fish."
Zhao Haitang looked at him seriously and said, "Your salt level is rather low."
Nicholas Zhang San: "..."
This even includes personal attacks?
"I'm not convinced!" Nicholas Zhang San said, "Back when 'The Pen of Life' was discontinued, I didn't see you editors being this ruthless. How come in our generation, the editors are all so ruthless?"
Zhao Haitang also looked puzzled.
Zhuge Dali looked at the two of them: "First of all, when I was writing novels, I wasn't an editor yet. Secondly, let me say something that might be a blow to your confidence."
"If your novel can become a pioneer in a field, and the revenue from derivative products alone can support the entire website, I believe the editors will definitely treat you with the utmost respect."
"But do you have the ability?"
Nicholas Zhang San swallowed hard.
Let alone the current novel genre, which is now so subdivided that it can't be further subdivided, even in the past...
His novels can only be considered relatively good.
(cdei)
To think that a website could be regressed with this level of skill is simply wishful thinking.
"Actually, I can't do it now, but maybe I can in the future."
He tried to argue, but Zhuge Dali didn't give him the chance, shouting in his ear through a megaphone, "Hurry up and go back to updating!!!"
A shout.
Nicholas Zhang San ran away in a panic.
Zhao Haitang and Curry Sauce watched this scene unfold.
I have lingering fears.
Curry Sauce: "Aren't we being a bit too harsh by doing this?"
“You don’t understand. If we don’t do this, they will just keep delaying the manuscript indefinitely. In the end, they won’t be able to complete the task and they won’t even get the bonus.”
Just as Zhuge Dali was explaining.
Suddenly, a gong sounded outside.
The three of them went outside and found a group of editors cheering.
"what 's wrong?"
"If someone submits their manuscript on time, their editor can ring the gong here to announce the good news. My goal is to ring the gong here a hundred times."
A hint of envy flickered in Zhao Haitang's and Curry Sauce's eyes.
Zhuge Dali had other things to do, so she briefly explained the precautions to them and then went to attend to other matters.
Zhao Haitang sat at Zhuge Dali's workstation.
the first thing.
That means finding the phone number of a bestselling author and calling them.
......
Love Apartment.
Su Chen was resting in bed.
Just then, my phone rang. When I opened it, it was Zhuge Dali's landline call.
That is, the phone call from the editor urging you to submit your manuscript.
"Why is Dali calling me from a landline?"
Su Chen originally wanted to accept.
But noticing the commotion around him, he hung up the phone.
Turn around and hug her to sleep.
......
"Huh? Why can't I get through?"
Zhao Haitang looked at the phone numbers listed on the wall and listened to the busy tone on her phone, feeling a little puzzled.
Curry Sauce walked over: "What are you doing?"
“I’m exchanging experiences with top-tier authors. The first few people I called were answered, but when I called this one about writing vividly, no one answered.”
Zhao Haitang looked puzzled: "Did he realize that I wasn't his editor?"
"You're hilarious. Their editor is upstairs; you definitely won't get through using the phone downstairs."
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"So it really is you."
Zhuge Dali walked over and looked at Zhao Haitang: "An author just called to complain that an editor is harassing them."
"I was a little doubtful at first, but I didn't expect it to really be you."
"I just wanted to discuss literature with them, but they all talked about other things," Zhao Haitang said with a helpless expression.
I just made a phone call.
He saw someone growing rice in the desert, so he called to inquire, and the person on the other end just rattled off a series of terms.
He was completely baffled by what I said.
do not understand at all.
The following ones are all similar, each focusing on their respective professional knowledge.
Zhuge Dali laughed: "Many people who write novels nowadays are professionals in their respective fields. They are just expressing some theories that are still being researched through the form of novels. Of course, they are professionals."
"With your limited literary skills, you wouldn't even make a ripple if you encountered a professional."
"..." Zhao Haitang lowered her head in disappointment, then raised it excitedly and asked Zhuge Dali, "Dali, is the phone number you posted here real or fake? I called it just now and no one answered."
"Telephone?"
Zhuge Dali looked over and was taken aback.
This is what she wrote down when she first got Su Chen's phone number; she forgot to erase it.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Haitang actually called back.
Take a look now.
This guy didn't seem to recognize that it was Su Chen's phone number.
But it's normal.
Now, my contacts are either via WeChat or by calling directly from my address book.
Who still remembers phone numbers?
Zhuge Dali casually tore up the phone number: "He's already changed this phone number, so of course it's useless now."
Zhao Haitang looked utterly disappointed.
I thought I'd have another chance to chat with the true god up close, but I guess I was wrong.
Curry Sauce noticed that Zhuge Dali had a small bell in her hand.
Zhuge Dali swayed.
"This is the bell of Nicholas Zhang Sanyang's cat."
"What about the cat?"
"Of course I locked him up."
Zhuge Dali took a picture of the bell and sent it to Nicholas Zhang San, saying, "I've caught your cat. You can only get dried fish if you update it right away."
Curry sauce: !!! !!! !!! !!!
Zhao Haitang: !!! !!! !!! !!! !!!
"Aren't you being a bit too harsh?"
"You've met too few authors; you'll find out later."
"Editor Zhuge, your package?!"
Just then, a person carrying a cardboard box came to Zhuge Dali's side.
All the editors turned their heads at the same time.