The Silver and Blue Bookstore's working hours end at 11:00 a.m., and the afternoon work starts at 1:00 p.m. There is a three-hour gap in between, which is enough time for everyone to eat or rest. However, few people go home, and everyone basically takes a lunch break in the company.
11:15.
The editors of the Youth Fantasy Department finished their meal in the company cafeteria and returned to the office in groups of three or five, only to find Yang Feng sitting motionless in front of the computer, as if he had gone stupid.
Everyone shook their heads.
Everyone sympathized with Yang Feng.
Yang Feng's life is really difficult. He finally found a best-selling author, Chu Kuang, under his command. However, "The Prince of Tennis" was quickly concluded in less than half a year. He then placed his hopes on Chu Kuang's new book, but it happened that Chu Kuang's new book chose a strange subject matter.
Let alone Yang Feng.
Any editor in the editorial department would be overwhelmed by this situation. I'm afraid Yang Feng is now thinking about how to persuade Chu Kuang to change the subject, so everyone took turns patting Yang Feng on the shoulder:
"Let's go downstairs and eat first."
"There is still a way around this."
"You can have a good chat with Chu Kuang later, let him understand the situation in our circle, and persuade him to continue writing about sports competitions. With his ability, even if he can't reach the height of The Prince of Tennis, I believe he won't be far behind."
"I definitely can't write about fairy tales."
“The subject matter is really too old.”
After being patted on the shoulder by his colleagues several times, Yang Feng came back to his senses as if awakened from a dream. He seemed to come alive again. He suddenly stood up from his seat with a flushed face, and shouted loudly with a full and high attitude:
"You know nothing!"
After everyone looked at each other, they all suspected that Yang Feng had a mental problem due to the blow, otherwise why would he be so abnormal, so everyone did not blame Yang Feng for his swearing, but instead sympathized with him more:
"My brother, please accept my condolences."
"It's not your problem."
"It's all Chu Kuang's fault."
"The sudden ending of Prince of Tennis shows that Chu Kuang is a very willful writer, and such a willful writer's writing is full of uncertainty. Don't be too sad."
"… "
Everyone thought that after such consolation, Yang Feng would feel better. However, to everyone's surprise, Yang Feng glared at everyone angrily and said, "I don't allow you to say that about Teacher Chu Kuang!"
Everyone: “…”
Yang Feng danced with joy, like a dried-up fish returning to the embrace of the lake, full of the passion of life: "You guys don't understand what immortal heroes are. Teacher Chu Kuang's talent is beyond your comprehension and imagination!"
Yang Feng was really excited!
When it comes to fairy tales, people's most recent memories can be traced back to "The Battle of Fairies and Demons" eighty years ago, so when many editors heard that Chu Kuang was going to write a fairy tale novel, their first reaction was that this subject matter was already out of date.
Yang Feng originally thought so too.
It was not until ten minutes ago, when Yang Feng had completely read the contents of the first volume of "Zhu Xian", that he realized how wrong he had been. Chu Kuang's imagination had surpassed the expectations of all editors.
It turns out that fantasy can be written like this!
Under the grand and novel worldview, the scene of Qingyun Sect's Dazhu Peak slowly unfolds, like a fairy-like traditional Chinese painting. Zhang Xiaofan and his ordinary fire stick, his childhood sweetheart Tian Ling'er who is really quirky by nature, as well as the strange and kind brothers and the mysterious master, almost every character seems to come alive on paper.
Blood-sucking bead!
Three-eyed monkey!
The battle between Buddhism, Taoism and Demons!
The Qingyun Six Clans Martial Arts Competition!
Every development of the plot makes Yang Feng feel excited, and every setting makes Yang Feng admire it, especially when he sees Zhang Xiaofan’s frustration in the early stage and the Qingyun Sect’s Six Clans Martial Arts Competition is about to be held. The rhythm of the story is always stuck at the most touching position.
Yang Feng was completely convinced.
He ignored his colleagues who tried to comfort him, nor did he explain in detail how wonderful the novel was. Instead, he directly sent the document of "Zhu Xian" to everyone's email, believing that everyone would understand his feelings after reading it.
Finish these things.
Yang Feng went downstairs to eat.
There was something really wrong with Yang Feng today. His colleagues stayed there for a while before returning to their seats. As a result, they saw at a glance the "Zhu Xian" sent by Yang Feng lying quietly in their mailboxes.
"Chu Kuang's new book?"
"Yang Feng sent us?"
"Look at what Chu Kuang wrote."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, exchanged a few words with each other, and then curiously clicked on the book. After all, it was Chu Kuang's new book. Even if it was a confusing fairy tale type, everyone was still somewhat interested in it. What's more, Yang Feng specially sent the document to everyone's email, and he must be hoping that everyone could help take a look.
Everyone started reading.
Einstein of the Earth once gave an interesting interpretation of the theory of relativity. When a person is bored, he will feel that time passes very slowly, but when he is dating a beautiful girl, he will feel that time passes very quickly.
This is Blue Star.
The editors of the fantasy department don’t know Einstein, but to them, a good novel is like a beautiful girl. If they are given a choice, they would even choose a novel instead of a girl. This is the same reason why some otakus ignore goddesses for the sake of games.
Continuing to quote the theory of relativity:
When reading a boring novel, editors will feel that time passes very slowly, but when reading an excellent novel, editors will feel that time passes very, very quickly, as if the three or two hours gap at noon passed in the blink of an eye.
Everyone even forgot to take a lunch break.
Lunch break is a daily routine of the editorial department. If you don’t take a break for a while, it will easily affect your working state in the afternoon. However, there is no such thing in the Fantasy Editorial Department today, because until the work started in the afternoon, everyone was still concentrating on reading the first volume of "Zhu Xian".
work
unimportant.
Everyone was completely absorbed in "Zhu Xian" and was reading it attentively. The editorial office was unprecedentedly quiet, and no one even heard the footsteps of Yang Feng returning to work.
Yang Feng smiled.
He understood these colleagues very well, because he had gone through the same process this morning. "Zhu Xian" must be published. Now even if Chu Kuang changed his mind and said he wanted to write about sports and competitive sports, Yang Feng would not be happy. Chu Kuang should just write about fairy tales!
What sports to write about
At this time, several company leaders passed by and saw that the editors of the Fantasy Department were concentrating on their computers. They nodded with satisfaction and said, "The Fantasy Department is very enthusiastic about their work. They got into the state as soon as they started work in the afternoon."
"good."
"That's it."
“Better than other departments.”
Under normal circumstances, it takes time for these editors to get into working mode, because everyone will be a little dazed because they have just finished their lunch break, and it will take a while for them to get rid of sleepiness and get back into working mode.
The leaders left satisfied.
What these leaders didn’t know was that shortly after they left, an editor suddenly shouted at the computer in a frustrated and angry tone:
"Fuck, that's it?"