At present, the publisher is calling for a large number of papers, whether it is a script, painting or novel, everyone will refuse.

Of course, some good works were found.

According to Modric's vision, he is planning to launch a special contract to win over all potential contributors to the Leaf Publishing House.

"Although Leaf Publishing House is still the only one at the moment... but there are more and more up-and-coming stars who find inspiration from our creativity and try to imitate, such as the Dandelion Publishing House of Edgeworth's." Modric said.

"Those guys have been trying to poach people from our publishing houses, and it is not enough for us to just passively respond. If we can sign such a more stable contract, it will be a good choice for both the contributors and for us."

After listening to his professional judgment, Chris also felt it was necessary.

"Then let's first select a few seedlings with cultivation value to experiment. If the plan is implemented smoothly, then promote them as typical examples."

After discussing the details for a while, Modric refused the invitation to stay for dinner, and hurriedly got up and rushed back to the Leaf Publishing House.

"…Mr. Modric has also become more calm."

Looking at the back of this outstanding worker, Wien sighed.

"As long as you are doing what you like, no matter how hard you work, you will do your best to overcome it because of your expectations for the results."

As he said that, Chris glanced at Wien and asked, "Wien, do you have anything you really want to do?"

Things you want to do-

It seems that no matter what you treat, you don’t have to do it.

No, is it a harem counting?

Wien smiled and said, "Of course I'll be with Chris forever."

This is not a lie, but it is only half the truth.

Hearing his answer without hesitation, Chris looked at him softly.

"There is nothing in the world that will never change." She whispered.

“—But I will love you until my fate is changed by an undeniable fate.”

This seemed to be just a casual statement, with some unquestionable meaning, which made Vien stunned for a second.

After barely controlling his expression changes, Wien changed the subject with a haha: "By the way, Chris..."

"Didn't you claim to be the Chosen Son of God who claimed last night that you'd like to get whatever you want and you can succeed in whatever you do?"

Chris couldn't keep calm.

"How could I say that?" She said nothing directly and refused to admit it.

"Oh?" Wien deliberately smiled badly, revealing her shameful statements bit by bit.

"Who is someone who calls himself a heroine and calls me a fool and can't understand human words?"

He was full of doubts, as if he really wanted to know.

So, Chris's face turned red little by little.

"What do you think of me! It's not me anyway!" She shouted stubbornly, grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it on Vinn's face, and quickly left the crime scene before Vien could react.

Wien quickly caught the soft pillow, shook his head, and casually placed it on the armrest of the seat sofa, and lay down.

Whether it is the protagonist or the supporting role... everyone has their own life.

No matter what is waiting for on the road ahead, no one can face it on their behalf except themselves.

...

After a long period of time, the publisher's drawing collection activity finally ended.

Chris became busy, and even Wien had to run around with her every day.

Several judges who had accepted the invitation before now will now conduct a selection in Leaf Publishing House every day. In addition to the special "one-vote decision" in Christie's hands, overall each award follows the principle of minority obeying the majority.

However, although the judges are all strong painters, their personal aesthetics are different, and they often have disputes over some works that take the lead.

Finally, it was proposed by Chris: all the manuscripts were screened three times together, and the qualifications for winning decreased layer by layer, and specific awards were arranged in the last round. This calmed down the increasingly quarrel.

By the time the selection entered the final round, there were only seven works left on the table.

"Each book is very excellent, it's really hard to choose..."

Mrs. Chery wore a black gauze hat, which she didn't take off even indoors, and the brim covered half of her face.

At first, Wien still had some doubts about her identity as an insider. But after contacting her during this period of time, she found that she seemed to have participated in this painting selection simply because of painting.

At this time, Modric interrupted: "There is another one that is sure to be published as a third prize. That is, among the six paintings in the first season, each issue will have a share of 4 to 5 pages."

He carefully placed a bound manuscript on the table.

It was Chris's contribution.

The judges had known that there would be a work that would be approved, but since the funds and awards were provided by the Winche family, and the number of places to be approved was not a first prize, no one jumped out to object.

It's always a matter of gaining something from behind the scenes...

According to the original request for manuscripts, once these paintings are selected, the ownership of the work will be transferred to the hands of the Leaf Publishing House when the painter receives the bonus.

On the other hand, the publisher will roughly allocate the share of each issue of the art magazine based on the length of these works. In principle, the number of pages with the first prize is the largest and the number of pages with the third prize is the least.

Although Chris originally wanted to make a long-term serial subscription product that released an issue every half month and rotated works in quarterly manner, since this sales method had not been implemented before, there are still many problems in specific operations.

"If the first prize work is too short and will be completed soon, how can we keep up with the subsequent content?" Mrs. Chery asked curiously.

In terms of the specific publication afterwards, it actually had nothing to do with these judges. Mrs. Chery's question was purely a whim.

Modric looked at her and explained patiently: "You can supplement other inventory collected by our publishing house... First, you will publish it with the lowest treatment, and then slowly adjust the length according to the market response."

If the quality is too bad and unpopular, it may be forcibly cut in half if it is published a few times.

At first, Modric was worried about this inhumane rule. The competition was eliminated so fiercely. What if the speed of the call for papers could not keep up with the speed of publication?
Chapter completed!