Magic City, Zhangjiang District.

In the office of the editor of "Legendary Martial Arts Collection of Modern and Ancient Times", editor Zhao Qiang was dizzy while reviewing the manuscript.

This year is 1995. Dahua is not the United States, where typewriters are used to printing written works, but most people in Dahua still write by hand.

And writers...are a group of people with willful and unrestrained personalities, collectively called workers-free.

Such a person must write in his own font, with a phoenix dancing in the sky and a sword aura flowing horizontally.

The scrawling makes you want to hit the wall.

The point is, the novels most people write are as troublesome as their handwriting.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Zhao Qiang let out a surprised sound.

Li Wei, the review editor sitting opposite her, heard the sound and laughed: "It's not easy. After listening to you sighing all day, there is still a surprise?"

Zhao Qiang said angrily: "How do you know it's a surprise and not a shock?"

Li Wei smiled and said: "If you are frightened, you should curse. Anyone who has endured a day of stimulation and is frightened again would be weird if he didn't curse!"

Zhao Qiang smiled and said: "What a surprise. Look, what a handsome regular script! This character is well written!"

Li Wei leaned his head forward, raised the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at the paper on Zhao Qiang's desk, glanced at it, nodded and said, "It's a good calligraphy, it's a pleasure to read."

After saying that, he reached out and took out a thick stack of paper from Zhao Qiang's desk. He ignored Zhao Qiang's protest and read it carefully:

The vast Qiantang River flows endlessly day and night around Niujia Village in Lin'an and flows eastward into the sea. Dozens of cypress trees line the banks of the river, with leaves as red as fire. It's August. In front of the village

The weeds behind the village have just begun to turn yellow, and under the setting sun, they are even more desolate...

After reading this, Li Wei raised his eyebrows and praised: "What a great writing style!"

Reviewing editors like them usually read manuscripts very quickly, and it usually takes no more than ten minutes to read a dozen or so pages of manuscript paper.

But this time, Li Wei read very slowly. It was not until half an hour later that he raised his head, returned the manuscript to Zhao Qiang, and said with a "tsk, tsk": "Xiao Zhao, you are lucky. This manuscript has a promising start."

But he didn't say much, lowered his head, and secretly sighed that Zhao Qiang was so lucky, she was afraid she might have encountered a fire book.

This is directly related to their bonus...

When Zhao Qiang heard what Li Wei, an old editor, said, she immediately became excited. She took the manuscript and read it carefully. After reading it, she became fascinated. It was not until twenty minutes later that she suddenly clasped her hands together and said excitedly: "What a Jiangnan."

Seven weirdos, what a seven weirdos from Jiangnan!"

Seeing her like this, Li Wei smiled and said, "It's a good book, right?"

Zhao Qiang nodded repeatedly and said: "I have been reviewing the manuscript for more than a month, and I almost vomited after seeing what they were called! It is rare to encounter such a masterpiece today, and I am totally enlightened!"

Li Wei said with a smile: "Okay, after work in the evening, let's go have a drink together?"

Zhao Qiang hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "Not today, our old lady is having a baby today. Another day, another day! By the way, Brother Li, how much do you think we can give for this manuscript? Can you give me the highest price?"

Li Wei shook his head and said: "How is it possible... Even if the martial arts master Zhong Qu submitted his first novel back then, it would be impossible for him to get the highest price. It's a hell of a lot, which is forty per thousand words, but it's impossible. This is a full-length novel.

.Furthermore, the bargaining power does not lie with the editor-in-chief, but with the editor-in-chief. You have just joined the job, so don’t talk nonsense.”

Zhao Qiang understood and took the manuscript to the editor-in-chief's office.

…

"Well, it's true that good writing is rare. Xiao Zhao is also good. He didn't miss any good writing."

Editor-in-chief Zheng Tianye, who had a Mediterranean hairstyle, took the manuscript and read it for ten minutes before nodding.

Zhao Qiang said with a smile: "Didn't the editor-in-chief say, who knows which cloud will rain? Of course, it is easy for famous artists to produce excellent works, but among mediocre newcomers, golden phoenixes may not fly out. I have always kept this sentence in mind.

!" The flattery flew up.

Hearing this, Zheng Tianye smiled and said: "Xiao Zhao, your family is all civil servants, and they have a long history. But it doesn't have to be like this in the society. Discovering good articles breaks everything, and everything else is in vain. Okay, with this film, this year

I guess you will receive an excellence award at the end of the year."

Zhao Qiang was overjoyed when he heard this and said hurriedly: "Editor-in-Chief, what about the price of this manuscript..."

Hearing this, Zheng Tianye hesitated for a moment, thought about it and sighed softly: "Good writing is rare, and I want to pay a high price, but... rules are rules. Let's do fifteen thousand words, and we will raise the price for the next book."

When Zhao Qiang heard this, she thought that it was indeed not what Li Wei expected, so she didn't say much.

I just hope that if the sales feedback is very good, then it can be published and Jin Yong can get the royalties...

After checking the manuscript overnight, I checked out 60,000 words. According to the address, I sent a remittance slip to "Jin Yong", whose real name is Zhang Qing, for a total of 900 yuan.

…

After sending the first remittance note home and explaining in a letter that it was a bonus for winning a prize for writing an essay, Zhang Qing officially entered high school life.

Thanks to that dream, his various subjects improved by leaps and bounds, especially mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology and English. The progress was astonishing.

Chinese language, on the other hand, was a big problem. He always remembered some incomprehensible things, so he spent a lot of time to forcefully recite and memorize them.

The Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Yuan music in this time and space are completely different from those in the dream...

It was a dream that diluted and confused all the original memories.

Fortunately, there is still time.

The last class on Friday afternoon is music class. Entrusted to the country to vigorously promote quality education, there is also a music class, an art class, and a physical education class a week in the first semester of senior high school.

Usually the teachers of these three subjects are not in good health and often take leave and let math or physics or English teachers take over their classes...

Fortunately, the music teacher was in great health today. He led the Class 9 students to the music classroom and climbed the fourth floor in one breath without blushing or out of breath.

However, before the official class started, a figure hurried in, holding a copy of "Guan Wen Guan Zhi" in his hand. It was Zhang Qing.

Music teacher Wu Weiwei saw that Zhang Qing was tall and tall, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his old school uniform was washed white, and she bowed slightly to apologize, so she smiled tolerantly and did not blame him.

Just as Zhang Qing sat down and Wu Weiwei opened his mouth, another figure rushed in, but it was squad leader Qi Juan.

Qi Juan is obviously different from Zhang Qing. She wears a blue and red plaid shirt, which is relatively unisex. There should be a white T-shirt underneath. Underneath is a pair of jeans and a pair of white sneakers worn by girls.

What is particularly eye-catching is her pair of bright and lively big eyes, which contain a confident and sincere look, so that everyone will not feel oppressed by her beauty and will be willing to get close to her.

"Old Wu, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Qi Juan raised her hand to say hello, and said with a breathless smile, very sassy.

Wu Weiwei was obviously very familiar with her, so she rolled her eyes angrily and said, "Go to your seat quickly."

Qi Juan smiled, looked at the empty seat next to Zhang Qing, walked over and sat down, and nodded to Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing smiled and said nothing.

Today is a music appreciation class. Wu Weiwei is sitting at the piano, playing the classical sonata "Loft Sonata".

It is said to be an appreciation class, but it is actually a class for enjoyment and relaxation.

It is now 1995, not twenty years later. Even in key middle schools like Jiangjing No. 1 Middle School, there are only a few people who know how to appreciate music.

The vast majority of them are playing the piano to a cow.

Some people are reading, some are quietly doing questions, some are just thinking in a daze...

Qi Juan's musical literacy is obviously much higher, but the pop, rock and classical music she likes are still beyond her ability.

So after listening carefully for a while, she took out a set of math test papers from her backpack and prepared to do the questions.

There are always endless questions in the senior year of high school, even if Qi Juan is in the top ten in the whole grade.

Mathematics is always more difficult for girls.

It is said that boys become more powerful as they go to the back. She didn't believe it at first, but looking at the amazing performance of the person next to her this semester, she couldn't help but admit it...

Thinking of this, Qi Juan turned to look at the strange man from the Western Regions next to her, and saw that this strange man had placed a page on his ancient text, with a row of numbers written on it:

53231,223,53231,6636567,66

At first, Qi Juan didn't react and wondered what strange thing this strange man was doing.

Until Wu Weiwei stopped, took the music score and wrote a series of notes on the blackboard.

After Qi Juan glanced inadvertently, her big bright eyes suddenly froze, and she looked straight at Zhang Qing with her mouth wide open, and groaned in her throat:

"Fuck! You..."

These words fell into the ears of the classmates in front of me, and for a moment, the hearts of many handsome men were broken.
Chapter completed!