Geng Zhiyan looks at Feng Bo from being modest and polite to putting on airs. He is angry but can't stop him.
He has been in the industry for three years and knows that many authors are temperamental. Feng Bo's attitude is likely to irritate the "seven inch blade" and cause unpredictable consequences.
But when Feng Bo said, "You are really a high school student", Geng Zhi seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt, and was shocked and speechless.
Many details in his mind were finally connected, which made him understand why Feng Bo stole his author and why Sister Xu could see through it at a glance.
There is a saying in the industry that editors make authors and authors make editors.
A thousand li horse is hard to meet, and Bole is also hard to find.
The birth of many great writers was accompanied by the birth of Zhu Bole.
Geng Zhi knows several gold editors who have the qualifications of "guiding and supporting" many excellent writers.
When we had a discussion, some editors would talk proudly: "When I met XXX, his writing style was still very green. It was I who gave him confidence, guidance and help... and made each other successful."
Listen, listen, I have instructed great writers! Isn't this rank coming up at once?
This low-key display is the desire of every small editor.
Every ambitious editor hopes to meet a young green dragon. After careful training, he will join hands with Qingyun along the way.
Feng Bo is undoubtedly ambitious, but his qualifications are too shallow. Now he is really an excellent writer Can he adjust?
But high school students are different!
When Geng Zhi received the manuscript of Hidden, the pseudonym of the author was Seven Inch Blade, but the contact address of the other party was Li Ye, Class 1, Second Middle School, Qingshui County.
At that time, Geng Zhi subconsciously believed that this Li Ye was a teacher of the Second Middle School.
But now he understands that if the other party is a teacher, it should not mark the class.
But Geng Zhizhi didn't think that no one else might realize that this seven inch blade might be a student.
For example, Deputy Editor in Chief Lv, Feng Bo and Sister Xu.
Adjusting a student with great potential, stepping on the student's shoulder and going up, is a way of taking the clouds for nothing.
Feng Bo quickly took the pen and paper, asked the seven inch blade on the other side of the phone, and recorded quickly.
"Now we have to verify some things. Your real name is Li Ye, right? How old are you this year? Is this" Hidden "your work alone......"
"There is still a big problem with your novel. We need you to bring the whole manuscript with you. After our guidance and strict revision, it can be published normally..."
A question came from the other end of the phone: "So, if your publishing house wants to guide me to change the manuscript, who will guide me?"
Feng Bo's eyes fluctuated and his words relaxed: "The community research decided that I would contact you for the time being. I am a graduate of XX University, and I have enough literary skills...."
“..........”
"What is my contribution fee?"
"Why do you just think about the contribution fee? Literature is noble and rigorous. You still need to learn more...... Hello? Talk...... Hello......"
[It's worthy of being a college student. I admire, admire... I screwed up a good performance.]
Geng looked at Feng Bo, who suddenly became impatient, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
Listening to Feng Bo's precise questioning, it is obvious that the meticulous mind and ingenious strategy of others are far above his honesty.
But you are a newcomer who has only been in business for a few days. Why are you so anxious?
Don't look at those gold medal editors who have unlimited scenery. The outstanding authors in others' hands are also one by one who try their best to guide them.
Feng Bo is not a famous editor, and he still expects others to accept him and bow down?
Do you really think that someone else's seven inch blade is so young that you can handle it yourself?
"Hello? Hello? Speak, Li Ye. Are you still listening?"
Feng Bo's voice is no longer calm. He seems to realize that his force is too strong, which may make the high school student opposite unhappy.
Li Ye is really not very cheerful.
Today, he received a letter from the provincial capital. He went to the post office with great expectation to make a phone call. He thought he would receive a "warm and friendly" greeting, and then discussed the amount of contribution fee.
But after the call, he felt that he was not facing an editor, but a boxing coach, who wanted to collect his own private education fees.
For a while, Li Ye had no interest in talking.
Li Ye coldly asked the phone receiver, "I'm here, isn't Editor Feng? I have a question to confirm."
Feng Bo on the opposite side pondered for a moment and said, "Yes, our publishing house respects the author very much. Do you have any problems to put forward?"
Li Ye asked: "At the end of my submission, I indicated that if you are interested in publishing, please send me your contact number. Now why are you not sure whether my novel can be published?"
Feng Bo in the provincial capital was upset.
You are a high school student. What's your attitude? Don't you know modesty?
So he said very unkindly: "Li Ye, I think you should have misunderstood our meaning. The reason why we sent you the phone number back is to give you the opportunity to correct the publication, but did not say it must be published."
After listening to Feng Bo's answer silently, Li Ye asked word for word, "Just tell me whether to publish or not."
Feng Bo also lost his temper and shouted: "I have said several times that your book must be further reviewed and revised by us. I hope you can correct your attitude...."
"Forget it! Please return my contribution to me."
"What did you say?"
"Pa~"
Li Ye directly buttoned the phone.
Within a few days, he encountered two requests for "guidance".
But Feng Bo is totally different from Teacher Ke.
When Mr. Ke made a request, he was tactful and implicit, even some Humble.
Li Ye can't forget the ashamed look in Teacher Ke's eyes now.
After years of trials and tribulations, self-improvement and self-esteem may be the last precious thing in Mr. Ke's mind.
And more importantly, after learning that Li Ye deliberately avoided sensitive issues, Mr. Ke immediately gave up the idea of "guidance", which was sent by Li Ye on his own initiative.
Based on Li Ye's countless experience in reading people in his last life, I can also foresee that Mr. Ke will give himself enough compensation after he gets his help.
But what about Feng Bo now?
Listen to that tone. Look at this shelf Who is your special PUA?
I hurried to beg you?
Want to be famous on my shoulder?
Go ahead!
。。。
Li Ye quickly hung up the phone, but Feng Bo in the provincial capital looked foolish.
He held the phone for a long time and then realized that he "seems" to be making things go wrong.
This is just like playing with stocks. You can see the stock in your hand rising slowly, and you can hold it, hold it, not sell it, not sell it It has fallen to the limit.
No more fun.
Now the phone does not have the caller ID function, and you don't know the number if you want to call back!
"Ah~"
Just now, Feng Bo, who was angry and straightforward, stopped fighting. He looked at Feng Bo, who frowned into words, smiled softly, and turned away.
Ten minutes later, under the careful spread of Geng Zhi, Sister Xu and others, Feng Bo wanted to guide the seven inch blade to write, and the rumor that the other party had called him spread all over the publishing house.
Then, Feng Bo was taken into the office by Deputy Editor in Chief Lv and cared for him alone.
After coming out, Feng Bo adjusted his mood and called Qingshui County again.
"Hello, is this Qingshui No. 2 Middle School? I'm looking for Li Ye from Class One of the second class... Li Ye is not here?
Then please tell him that we have decided to publish his works and ask him to come to the provincial capital to discuss publishing matters with us immediately. "
“..................”
Chang, the principal of Qingshui No. 2 Middle School, put down the phone, looked at Mr. Luo in front of him, and asked again, "Is our school just a Li Ye?"
Teacher Luo affirmed: "Yes, just one, and I have investigated that guy recently... he is really mysterious and seems to be writing."
"It can't be like that," said President Chang with a big hand, "we must make things clear. If it is true, there must be some support."
"Remember, everything depends on the child's wishes, and adequate facilities are provided...."
"OK, I understand the headmaster."
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Li Ye, angry, wandered around outside. As soon as he came back into the classroom, he was noticed by 51 pairs of eyes.
A student at the door raised his foot and ran out of the classroom to Mr. Luo's office. The report of "Li Ye is back" could be heard dozens of meters away.
Teacher Luo rushed over with a fresh step, walked onto the platform, and gave a lecture with a cheerful face.
"Li Ye in our class has worked hard to create...... He has reached a publishing intention with Dahe Publishing House in the provincial capital...... Let's congratulate Li Ye."
Teacher Luo took the lead in applauding, and led a group of students who were dumbfounded to applaud together.
Li Dayong, who responded, even slapped him red.
After a long time, Mr. Luo on the platform stopped the endless applause, and then said to Li Ye, "Li Ye, how about coming up to say a few words to everyone?"
Li Ye looked embarrassed and stood up and asked, "Teacher Luo, how did you know Dahe Publishing House agreed to publish my novel?"
Teacher Luo said, "Just now Dahe Publishing House called our school and clearly agreed to publish your novel, so you can take the whole manuscript to the provincial capital as soon as possible!"
“..........”
"It's a novel? My brother is a writer. My brother is a writer."
Li Dayong was really happy and deliberately shouted at some people in the front row to show off.
But Li Ye smiled and said, "Well, Mr. Luo, I rejected the publishing intention of Dahe Publishing House a few hours ago."
“..........”
Everyone was stunned, even Wen Leyu, who knew the inside story best.