Following the decision of Tribe Literature, almost all short story writers of Qinqi with a decent level received invitations to create works from the platform. Lin Yuan also received a call from Wei Long, one of the editors-in-chief of the platform, who gave a detailed introduction to the event.
"short story?"
Lin Yuan then remembered that he still had two short stories that had not been published.
Now is the right time for the Qin-Qi merger, and the first prize of tribal literature is as much as one million!
Even if I don't get the first prize, I'll still win the second or third prize.
Yes.
Lin Yuan felt that no matter which of the two remaining works he had, it would not be a problem for him to get into the top three.
“Do you have any works now…”
Wei Long was a little nervous. After the release of "Death of a Small Civil Servant", he approached Chu Kuang more than once, but Chu Kuang always said that he had no inspiration.
So he was not sure whether Chu Kuang had any short stories recently that could be published in March.
"have."
Lin Yuan said decisively.
Wei Long breathed a sigh of relief and became cheerful: "I'll give you the email address in a moment. When will you send the work?"
"In a few days."
"Okay, then you have to hurry up, we want to release it in March..."
"no problem."
Lin Yuan agreed readily.
Of course we have to be decisive. Lin Yuan is very satisfied with the conditions this time.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuan went to the crew with his computer that day.
As a screenwriter, Lin Yuan rarely interfered in the actual filming of "A Chinese Odyssey: Part One - Fragrance".
Because Yi Chenggong shot the film according to his requirements, while the butler Shen Qing was mainly responsible for the logistical work of the crew.
He had plenty of time to do his own thing on the set.
Anyway, no one cares what Lin Yuan does on the set.
The reason why Lin Yuan was still staying on the set was simply because he was afraid of some unexpected situations.
He found a secluded place to write, and then began to think about which novel to choose.
Choose one.
After much deliberation, Lin Yuan finally made a decision.
He typed two words on the document:
necklace.
As a short story, "The Necklace" has only more than 5,000 words in total, and it didn't take Lin Yuan much time to write it.
What he really needs to work on is simply adjusting the background of the novel.
Many beautiful women in the world are born into poor families due to the tricks of fate...
She had no dowry, and no means or hope to make a man of wealth and status know her, understand her, love her, and marry her; in the end, she could only settle for marrying a minor clerk in the Ministry of Education.
If "The Gift of the Magi" is one of O. Henry's representative works.
The work "The Necklace" that Lin Yuan is currently writing is one of Maupassant's representative works.
As a world-class short story master who is as famous as O. Henry, although Maupassant's style is different from O. Henry's, their respective representative works are undoubtedly excellent.
This is the source of Lin Yuan’s confidence in “The Necklace”.
As for background adjustment, Lin Yuan is already familiar with it.
However, in order to avoid any mistakes, Lin Yuan still spent two hours perfecting the new background of the novel. He also checked it carefully, trying his best to make the story look flawless.
…
While Lin Yuan was writing "The Necklace", Wei Long, who had just finished his phone call, reported the situation to Han Jimei, the chief operating officer of Tribe Literature.
at this time.
The editors contacted the writers one after another and reported the situation to Han Jimei with their respective lists.
"Wenda... Shen Gongfang... Yuemei..."
Han Jimei looked at the lists in his hand and his expression eased a little.
There will always be brave men when there is a big reward.
No matter from which level of perspective, this time the lineup of short story writers of Tribal Literature is more luxurious than the previous event!
The names that appear in these lists are all well-known figures in the short story world.
With the participation of these people, Han Jimei feels that the traffic of Tribal Literature in March will definitely not be too bad.
It was Weilong's turn to submit the list of writers.
Han Jimei took a look and his gaze suddenly paused.
"Chu Kuang."
Chu Kuang is on this list
Han Jimei couldn't help but smile: "This is the champion writer of our last event. With his participation, this event has become more meaningful."
"Did Chu Kuang participate?"
The editor-in-chief next to him was a little surprised, and then he smiled and said, "It's a good thing that he can participate. Although the lineup this time is more gorgeous, and most of these writers are more famous than Chu Kuang, Chu Kuang is the champion of the previous event after all. His presence makes our event seem to have a certain degree of inheritance. I think this event can be held every year in the future and become a special event of our tribal literature."
Han Jimei nodded.
This is a good idea.
Wei Long smiled and said, "I didn't have high hopes. Chu Kuang rejected my invitations several times before, saying that he had no inspiration. But this time, Chu Kuang probably wants to make a name for himself in the new market. After all, the readership has doubled."
"That being said..."
The editor-in-chief shook his head and said, "But the overall level of the writers who took action this time is not comparable to the last batch. If you want to get a good ranking again, it may not be that easy even for Chu Kuang."
"That's not necessarily true."
Wei Long couldn't help but retort, "I think Chu Kuang's ability is no worse than those big-name writers. He just has fewer works, so his fame and qualifications in the field of short films are not as good as those of the big-name writers mentioned earlier."
The editor-in-chief did not argue, but just smiled and said, "I hope so."
Of course, the higher the level of the writers invited by Tribal Literature, the better.
Just at this moment.
Suddenly, an editor-in-chief came in hurriedly, looking a little panicked and said, "Something happened."
"What's wrong?"
Han Jimei frowned slightly.
The editor-in-chief said with a bitter face: "I just called Mr. Feng Hua and wanted to invite him to participate in this event, but he refused..."
"Feng Hua?"
The editor-in-chief was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's normal for Mr. Feng Hua to reject us. He is a big shot in the field of short stories. He is known as one of the three carriages in the field of short stories. He is truly top-notch. He is famous for only writing one short story a year, and he has already written a novel this year. I didn't expect you to try to invite him."
"But the problem is..."
The editor-in-chief said helplessly: "Teacher Feng Hua rejected me not because he didn't want to participate in our tribal literary activities, but because he had already accepted the invitation of the blogger. He told me this himself!"
Crash!
As soon as these words came out.
Everyone's face changed!
Even Han Jimei suddenly felt that this rather gorgeous list in his hand was no longer attractive.