Little girl Xingfei's leather notebook is basically full, a thick one, which is full of interesting little things in the kindergarten, from the time she came to the start of this year's new semester.
Shen Mian read the entire diary after obtaining the girl's consent.
Each diary is not long, only about half a page. Xingfei's vocabulary is very large, and there is almost no place for pinyin in the entire diary.
Shen Mian sorted it out a little and entered the notes into an electronic file. He said that he wanted to submit a manuscript for the little girl, and when he went back, he screened the publishers on various software of Xingwang, and finally selected Wenxing Publishing House.
This publishing house has published many excellent books for cubs, and several sets of fairy tales in the library of the nursery are from Wenxing Publishing House. The cover illustration, as well as the texture of the book, are also top-notch in the industry.
Shen Mian revised the format as required and sent it to the publishing house.
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Hai Wei, editor of Wenxing Publishing House, received an electronic manuscript.
Hai Wei has reviewed several short fairy tales, and she has a book number in her hand. She has come up with a collection of fairy tales and is calling for manuscripts. But after screening all morning, there are too few satisfied.
Most of the submissions are either stuck in the form of routines, or lack childishness, and some of them are too heavy and oily, which is not suitable for the little dragon cubs at all.
Hai Wei stretched, slumped on the chair, and opened the next submission.
The adult Dragon Clan on the opposite side asked, "Leader, have you reviewed a suitable submission?"
Hai Wei shook her head: "How can there be, it's all old-fashioned stories. I feel that those authors can't remember their thoughts when they were little dragon cubs. It's a pity."
The adult dragon clan nodded melancholy: "Isn't it?"
The performance of their group this year is not good, and the sales of several books they have published are not very good, which is much inferior to that of other groups.
While speaking, Hai Wei's brain had jumped out of the document. Hai Wei glanced at the upper right corner. The total number of words had reached 80,000 words. With illustrations, she could produce a fairy tale book.
I just don't know what the level is.
It's almost halfway through this year, and Hai Wei has yet to release a best-selling book.
Hai Wei unpacked a pack of snacks and swiped the Smart Brain screen while chewing. After a morning of short-form submissions, her expectations for new submissions are not high.
Although the total number of words in this submission is a lot, it is actually in the form of a diary.
Hai Wei was a little disappointed - she thought it was a story with a full plot, not so much in this diary format. Hai Wei hesitated for a few seconds before trying to read one.
The title of the first article is the name of the fruit - Sweet White.
The dean brought the afternoon fruits to the little dragon cubs, but was called out for a while. The Banlong cub patted his stomach and stood up, biting away a handful of sweet white one by one.
The gem dragon cub seriously educated the spot dragon cub on hygiene issues, then raised its tail and smashed Tianbai, and accidentally smashed the table board.
Obviously this diary didn't have any particularly ups and downs, but Hai Wei couldn't help but smile, and her mood gradually brightened after being tortured for a long time by the selection of manuscripts.
So colleagues at Hai Wei's desk heard their team leader lie in front of the desktop brain, and from time to time let out "hehehe" laughter.
Sounds... very silly, very silly.
As editors, they have read a lot of books, from incomprehensible sentences to amazing and innovative sentences. When reviewing manuscripts, they are more about their work attitude, and it is difficult to have the enthusiasm of pure readers.
What kind of submission is it that can make the head of Hai Wei, who has reviewed countless manuscripts, make such a laughter that makes the dragon's back cold
A few colleagues couldn't hold back their curiosity and couldn't help but stand behind the team leader. Unfortunately, the team leader read the manuscript very quickly, and the number of words on each page of the submission was not many. Hai Wei's page changing speed made several colleagues a little confused. not on.
A colleague finally couldn't hold back and asked Hai Wei, "Team leader, are you reviewing the manuscript?"
Hai Wei wiped away the tears she was about to laugh, and lay down on the table to take a few breaths: "Yes."
Hai Wei quickly read this page, and then transferred the document back to the first page, explaining: "This submission is in the form of a diary, not a fairy tale, but it feels right. Once I start reading it, I can't stop, so read it quickly. It's over."
Colleague: "Oh—is it the funny type?"
Hai Wei shook her head, she thought about it carefully, and gave a very fitting description: "It's probably like you finished a project and woke up the next day, opened the curtains and found that the weather was very good, the first time you met when you went out. A dragon smiled at you."
A colleague thought for a while, "Then I can be bright all day."
The colleague bent down and looked at the page: "Our group should also push a copy in the first half of this year. I haven't received a good manuscript recently, otherwise we'll push this book."
Hai Wei frowned slightly: "If you want to publish a book directly... I am still hesitant. The subject matter of this submission is not particularly popular. It is a manuscript in the form of a diary, which is not as wide-ranging as a story novel."
Hai Wei has read so many manuscripts, the writing of this diary is definitely not the best, and the description and narration even seem childish due to the limitation of writing power.
But the appeal of the article made Hai Wei, the editor who has read countless articles, amazed.
Naturally romantic, gifted author.
Colleague: "This is also a problem. However, if this manuscript is only used as a book for young dragons, will it narrow the way? I think it can be used as a healing text to relieve stress, and adult dragons should also like it very much. Which author sent it? I think the names of these characters are very familiar."
Hai Wei exited the full screen reading: "A little tender, it should be a new author, I have never seen a pseudonym before, why does the sender's name seem to be a place name, it is Qiming... Qiming Nursery Home?!"
Hai Wei's trembling fingers turned back to the first page, by Xing Fei.
And the characters that appear in this diary... Jie An, Lu Yuan, Yan Tan and Rhine.
colleague:"??!"
It's the Qiming Nursery, right
Hai Wei patted the table: "Come out! Push! Give me a book and push it!"
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Two days after the electronic draft was sent, Shen Mian received a reply.
Wenxing Publishing House·Weihua: Dear, we have received your submission. The writing is smooth and the content is warm. It is a rare masterpiece. We want to publish it as a separate book. We hope to discuss the specific contract with you.
Shen Mian didn't expect the reply to come so quickly, so she immediately told Xing Fei the good news, and the little girl's mood was much better. But what made Xingfei the most happy was that Yantan finally made a video call again.
When Shen Mian found out, he immediately put down the plant that yearned for his power and went back to the dormitory.
The little dragon cubs are sitting together, making a video call with Yantan.
The black little dragon cub leaned in front of the screen, and the entire screen suddenly went dark several times: "I have finished the exam! After Livia finishes the exam, I can go back to the nursery with Livia!"
Jiian was very surprised: "Is Livia coming too?"
Yantan nodded vigorously, he looked at Xingfei, his eyes were wet: "Xingfei, don't be sad, I bought you a lot of books! There are also small locks with prints in them... I have already sent them to you, The former is gone, but we have the future."
Lu Yuan poked Rhine and whispered, "Do you think that Yantan's words are better than us?"
Rhine was lying on Jiian's tail and was poked from a large font to a C-shaped. Xiaolong cub was still too lazy to move, "Because we are stupid. Dragon, we just have to accept the fact that we are not powerful."
Jie'an nodded vigorously: "Yantan is a very artistic little dragon cub after all."
Because of the wet notes, Xing Fei received the comfort of all the little dragon cubs in the nursery, and her mentality has changed from sadness to laughter. Now even brother Yantan, who is far away in the capital city, knows, it must be Uncle He who leaked it out.
Xingfei is also a little dragon cub who has experienced economic difficulties. She is more sensitive to star coins. She knows that those beautifully packaged books are always more expensive, even ridiculously expensive, exceeding the value of the book itself.
In fact, the dean also likes to buy her those extraordinarily beautiful notebooks. Fortunately, the dean is more practical in nature, and flashy things can't catch the dean.
But brother Yantan... It's easy to get caught up in thinking by appearance.
"The dean has bought a lot," the little girl sighed. "Brother Yantan's star coins should be saved up."
Brother Yantan always secretly buys a lot of things for brother Livia. Xingfei has a dean himself and doesn't want to divide Yantan's share to brother Livia.
Yan Tan patted his stomach: "I have a lot of star coins now! I sold six pictures this semester! Dad has saved them for me, absolutely enough! And I received a huge order a few days ago! "
The little dragon cubs exclaimed: "Wow—"
Yantan: "I was approached by a publishing house called Wenxing, who said they wanted to order eight pictures from me as illustrations for a diary. They gave me a lot of star coins. Hey, why don't they ask for their own publishing? The company's art team does the drawing?"
Xingfei: "..."
After listening to Shenmian for a while: "..."
Is the diary you mentioned the diary of your sister
The dragon cub of the nursery gave illustrations to the calligraphy and painting of the dragon cub in the nursery