"Huang Yifan, when did you read the math question bank for the middle school entrance examination? Why didn't I find it?"

Ten minutes between classes, deskmate Zhang Huiping asked weakly.

"I usually study this when I get home very seriously. It's normal for you not to see it."

"I don't believe it. You are not serious in class. Will you be serious after class?"

"Okay, since you have seen through it, I'll tell the truth."

Pretending to be extremely serious, Huang Yifan put his face in front of Zhang Huiping, "If I say, I am a genius, do you believe it?"

"letter."

Without any hesitation, Zhang Huiping actually nodded, "I believe it."

"Ah...you, believe it."

This made Huang Yifan feel a little embarrassed. Oh my God, this girl is too naive, so I believe it.

"This, this, I said, Zhang Huiping, why did you believe it? Don't you hesitate? Well, the truth is what I said in class. I've read this question at home. That's why I did it."

"Really?"

"Of course, when did I cheat you."

"Then, how do you say that ghost story?"

“Which article?”

"Don't pretend to be stupid, it's just a Chinese Studio."

"Oh, what's wrong with that ghost story?"

Huang Yifan felt a little guilty.

"I went home and checked the Internet. The ghost story you wrote was not on the Internet. In other words, the ghost story was really written by you."

"You are talking about this, silly girl, online, if not online, does not mean there is no in reality? There are many things in reality, but not online. For example, some articles written in magazines cannot be excerpted online, right? Don't think about that ghost story too much. This is a story I saw in a magazine before, and then copied it to deceive you."

"Come and lie to me again."

Seeing that Huang Yifan was beaten to death and refused to admit it, Zhang Huiping turned her head and ignored Huang Yifan.

...

Talk in the middle of the night.

"Everyone, the situation has been very serious recently. As far as I know, the suspense world has dug up Zhang Yun, the suspense master in the publishing industry, and is preparing to launch a serialized suspense novel. Probably next month, Zhang Yun's new work will be officially serialized in the suspense world. This is a lot of pressure on us. In addition, other magazines such as Thriller Weekly, Supernatural No. 1, etc. have also raised the royalty standards for supernatural magazines. What do you think about these?"

Speaking about the editorial room in the middle of the night, Editor-in-Chief Zhou Qing said at the 300th weekly conference that will be released in the middle of the night.

"Editor-in-chief, then we should also increase the author's manuscript fee, or just dig up a few more powerful authors?"

Editor Yang Feng gave his own suggestions.

"Yang Feng, you don't know that the funds given to us are limited, so we don't have the money to dig authors. Besides, our royalties are already very high. If we mention it, even if I agree, the financial department will not approve it. Moreover, if we have a price war, we can't afford to negotiate in the middle of the night. As long as we start the war, we will lose as soon as we fight."

"But the problem is that these magazines are now fighting a price war with us. I won't say that the suspense world has found Zhang Yun. I'm afraid that the price of Zhang Yun will be a sky-high price. However, even other magazines have raised the royalties standard. If we don't follow the action, how can we keep up with their footsteps?"

Yang Feng felt very fond of his heart from time to time.

"Haha, Xiaoyu, you don't have to be discouraged. It doesn't matter if you don't have a good writing style. What's important is that you just have to know how to review books."

"By the way, Xiaoyu, have you received any manuscripts recently?"

Editor-in-chief Zhou Qing asked Dong Xiaoyu a few questions with a leader-like concern.

"Reply to the editor-in-chief, I have indeed received a few manuscripts in the past few days. However, I am not sure, and the price given is also the lowest price of the company, 50,000 words. However, please don't worry, I will definitely read more manuscripts and receive more manuscripts, and strive to receive more excellent manuscripts."

"Well, it's good, it's good to have this mentality. But Xiaoyu, I'm going to tell you too. You have to let go of the manuscripts when you receive them. You have to collect 50 thousand words, 100 thousand words, or even 500 thousand words, you can also collect them. Although our magazine is relatively tight, no matter what, there is still money for receiving them. Don't worry too much. Take them boldly, as long as you think they are good, you can collect them. Even if you think they are good, it's okay. The key is that you have to distinguish which stories are well written, which stories are more attractive, and which stories are more commercially valuable while receiving them."

"Thank you, editor-in-chief."

"No need to thank you. I hope you can learn more in the past few months. Everyone, today's meeting will end here and the meeting will be over."

After closing the meeting book, editor-in-chief Zhou Qing announced the end of the meeting.

At the same time, the 300th issue of the magazine in the middle of the night was officially announced.

Among them, the article "Bites of Ghosts" by Dong Xiaoyu is also included.
Chapter completed!