The door was open, and the sunlight poured in from outside. Chen Qingluo and Ning Chunyan stood in the light, as if a gap had been torn open in this small world.

Suede short boots, straight long legs, sassy skirt, waterfall-like long hair, their eyebrows and eyes full of disdain and scorn, such a woman is enough to arouse a man's lion-like desire to conquer. Shi Tonghe and Fang Hanlin raised their eyebrows at the same time

Raise your eyebrows.

At this moment, Wang Zixu appeared behind the two of them, like a discordant part rising from the peak of a symphony. It turned out that it was the poor saxophonist who ruined the entire performance. Shi Tonghe quickly lowered his face and his eyebrows trembled.

Since the seminar is about to start, many people in the industry are here. Chen Qingluo is a reclusive writer, and Ning Chunyan has exclusive information about the little prince. Both of them are rare. In the next second, there will be many people.

The editor was refreshed, and the crowd gathered around him like bleating sheep on the grassland.

"Teacher Chen Qingluo, do you have any new works recently?"

"Teacher Chen, can our magazine make an appointment with you for a manuscript?"

"Miss Ning Chunyan, if you are free after the meeting, can you give me a chance to go out and sit down?"

"Editor Ning, can we talk about the little prince's situation?"

The human wall was towering, and for a moment the cavalry stood out with swords and guns blaring, but Chen Qingluo and Ning Chunyan seemed to be at ease. Ning Chunyan greeted them with a smile, while Chen Qingluo, adhering to his usual style, silently cut through the waves and opened a passage through the crowd.

Wang Zixu followed her obediently.

"So you don't have stage fright at all in this kind of situation." Wang Zixu whispered to Chen Qingluo, and then received a fierce look from Miss Luo.

The anger hasn't gone away yet.

The secrecy measures involved our Miss Luo, which is even more ridiculous than Waiting for Godot. What is the difference between this and an undercover investigation that found out about the godfather?

Wang Zixu pretended to be dead and looked sad all day long. He was worried about it for a long time. He didn't dance for at least three days (according to Nietzsche's point of view, it was equivalent to wasting three days of life), and he felt like a fool.

The two of them walked out of the crowd and met Shi Tonghe's gaze. Then, Chen Qingluo and Wang Zixu glanced at Hao Chengliang.

Wang Zixu silently looked away; Chen Qingluo sneered.

Hao Chengliang suddenly had a lot of sweat on his forehead.

The road between enemies is narrow.

This person is the direct perpetrator of Wang Zi's false manuscript. In terms of results, he caused "Fire in the Stone" to be published in higher magazines and touch the threshold of the literary palace. But that is because he survived. If

If he didn't survive, Hao Chengliang would be the abortion pill that caused the stillbirth in "Fire in the Stone".

He was not the kind of person who always wanted to retaliate. Apart from the fact that he felt a little sorry for the money he paid for dinner on Binhai Road, he only regarded good Hao Chengliang as a stumbling block on the road to progress. The past was over, and he did not feel the need to step on him.

past.

But Chen Qingluo is different. She doesn't like to spoil others.

She walked straight towards Hao Chengliang.

Ji Shaofei was the first to stand up and greet her:

"Teacher Chen Qingluo!"

Chen Qingluo nodded at him, looked directly at Hao Chengliang across Shi Tonghe's line of sight, and said:

"Editor Hao, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Fang Hanlin stared at her with interest and said, "Qingluo, do you know him?"

When Fang Hanlin was an editor at "Modern Times", he had published Chen Qingluo's works, so his tone was very familiar.

"Two months ago, I had a heated discussion with him on the phone."

"Oh? Have you submitted a novel to "The Ancient City"?"

"It's not me, it's this Wang Zixu."

After Chen Qingluo finished speaking, everyone present had different expressions. Shi Tonghe's face became even more ugly, Hao Chengliang's palms trembled slightly, and Ji Shaofei had a smile on his face.

"He is Wang Zixu? Is he Wang Zixu, the author of "Fire in the Stone"?"

Wang Zixu nodded slightly: "It's me."

"Hello hello!"

Ji Shaofei stood up and shook hands with him.

Chen Qingluo said: "Two months ago, I called you and asked you why you suppressed Wang Zixu's manuscript and refused to publish it. You said that this manuscript did not meet the expectations of your editorial department. Do you still think so now?"

Hao Chengliang was sweating like rain: "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. As an editor, it is inevitable that you will make mistakes in one or two articles."

"The manuscript was recommended to your editorial department by Shi Tonghe. I also vouch for this manuscript with a writer's vision, but you said that you don't like it and insist on rejecting it under such circumstances. I'm afraid very few editors would do this, right?"

If possible, Hao Chengliang really wanted to beg her in public to stop talking. At this time, he could only close his mouth, watch his nose and heart, and pretend not to hear.

Chen Qingluo added: "I said at the time that this manuscript was qualified to be published in "Get", but you said that if this manuscript was published in "Get", you would not be an editor."

Hao Chengliang opened his eyes in shock: "I didn't say this, did I?!"

"Oh, then I remembered it wrong."

Chen Qingluo remembered correctly, she said it deliberately. Did Hao Chengliang ever say that it was not important, so how could he just say a few words to him? It was not fun at all. She didn't care about this or that. If she hit someone, she would hit him in the face and hit him in the face.

In short, after she finished speaking, she felt much better, and she had even forgotten a lot of the trauma caused by the influence of Wang Zixu. She ended the conversation simply, and walked away to sit in the seat in front of her.

Ji Shaofei's face was completely happy. He only knew that Hao Chengliang had rejected the manuscript, but he didn't know that it was such a dramatic rejection at the time - Hao Chengliang rejected the manuscript resolutely and rejected all opinions, and insisted on his own opinion.

, bah, people are on "Get".

It was so effective that he planned to tell every editor he knew about it.

But the immediate priority is to talk about the unexpected harvest.

He had just shaken hands with Wang Zixu and was still holding on to him (During this period, Wang Zixu struggled to free himself several times). Just as he was about to introduce himself, Fang Hanlin intervened again and hugged Wang Zixu's shoulders.

.

"Are you Wang Zixu? Well, you are very young, even younger than I thought. How did you write such a heavyweight novel as "Fire in the Stone"? Oh, let me introduce myself first. I am Fang Han. Lin, the former editor-in-chief of "Modern" and now the editor-in-chief of "Song Xing". I have a little reputation in the industry, and this Ji Shaofei is my apprentice..."

He put his hand on Wang Zixu's shoulder and twisted him outward intentionally or unintentionally. He did a Tai Chi spin and was about to pull Wang Zixu's hand out of Ji Shaofei's control. Ji Shaofei immediately scolded the old fox in his heart. He was so disrespectful. Unwilling to give in, he quickly followed up:

"I am indeed taught by Mr. Chengfang. Now that the teacher has half-retired, it is the younger generation like me who should inherit the teacher's legacy... Oh, I am wrong, it is will. Our "Flower Room" magazine is lacking a long-form serial column. ,I wonder if you are interested..."

Ji Shaofei and Fang Hanlin staged a master-disciple feud on the spot, with overt praise and covert derogation, strange yin and yang, pushing and pulling, and various tricks. The prince was trapped in the middle and suffered terribly.

Shi Tonghe looked very bored. He stood up silently and said, "I'm going out first. Come on, your seminar... come on."

Fang Hanlin said hello to him and watched him leave. Looking at Shi Tonghe's back, he felt a little suspicious. He frowned and thought for a while, then lowered his brows.

With many years of editing experience, he felt a little strange the moment he heard Chen Qingluo recommend "Shi Tonghe", especially the situation between Wang Zixu and Shi Tonghe was very wrong.

If Shi Tonghe had recommended "Fire in the Stone", he would not have acted ignorant when he heard the name, let alone not have a single conversation with Wang Zixu - it would be fine if Shi Tonghe did not take the initiative to talk to Wang Zixu, Wang Zixu Xu didn't even say hello to him - for a senior of this level to support him, the junior would have to be grateful for half his life!

But what does this have to do with him, a semi-retired editor?

No matter how fierce the fight between writers is, they don't care about the affairs of the editorial department. They are very interested in not participating in the grievances between writers, making some war money, and accepting a few more manuscripts.

Shi Tonghe walked out, feeling a little lonely. The driver was squatting by the flower bed smoking. When he saw him, he put out his cigarette butt, clapped his hands and walked over.

"Teacher, are you leaving?"

"Let's go to the hotel and wait. We'll leave after the seminar."

"OK."

He was about to get on the bus. Down the mountain road, two students came up on bicycles. The leader looked at Shi Tonghe and was stunned: "Dad."

"Yeah." Shi Tonghe looked at Shi Shuqiu and just responded coldly, not in a good tone.

Shi Shuqiu was more sensitive, his eyes wavered for a while, and he asked: "Dad, that..."

"I know." Shi Tonghe interrupted, "Perform your seminar well and don't get distracted."

"Um."

The tacit understanding between father and son allowed the two to exchange information without saying anything or even key words.

Shi Shuqiu knew that he already knew, and he also knew that Shi Shuqiu knew.

Shi Shuqiu was in a bad mood. Neither he nor Shi Tonghe had ever regarded Wang Zixu as an opponent before. Even if they knew that the other party wanted to participate in the competition for the Feishu Literary Award, they had never thought of it this way.

The matter of Wang Zixu's manuscript was originally just a matter of convenience. He was a little angry but lost face, and Shi Tonghe only made two simple phone calls. To them, it was just one of countless small fragments in life.

After that, Shi Tonghe didn't know about Wang Zixu's arrangement and ridicule, and he only gave some guidance. Unexpectedly, overnight, the other party suddenly became a person who needed attention.

If you had known this earlier, why would you have made enemies?

Shi Shuqiu was a little depressed.

After Shi Tonghe left, Zhang Chou came up from behind and said, "Old Shi, what's wrong with uncle? Why does he look a little unhappy?"

Shi Shuqiu frowned and said impatiently: "Don't worry about it."

After saying that, he sighed again and said, "Go in."

Zhangchou didn't know that Wang Zixu had signed up for "Get", and he didn't know how to remind this little brother.

…

Wang Zixu finally slipped out from the hands of the editors. When he saw Chen Qingluo's back in the distance, he ran over first, sat down beside him, and whispered:

"Isn't it bad to offend Hao Chengliang like this?"
To be continued...