Several employees of the Yellow River Literature and Art Publishing House discovered something strange today. It was almost twelve o'clock. If it were as usual, the editor-in-chief Jiang Dongliu would have come out of the office to the cafeteria, but today, he has not come out since he entered the office.

Several editors were a little worried. Shao Yanqiu, a young female editor with freckles, worried, "Why is something wrong with Teacher Jiang today! Nothing will happen, right?"

Gao Zhangu, who was tall and thin, with long hair and gold-rimmed glasses, smiled and said, "Don't be suspicious. Teacher Jiang was fine during the meeting today. Where is there anything wrong? I guess he should be too tired to review the manuscript and fell asleep!"

He Chunsheng, who was short and fat next to him, was furious, "What do you think so? Lunch time is up, call Lao Jiang out to eat!"

He Chunsheng is old and old. He has been a colleague of Jiang Dongliu for many years. He doesn't need to make random guesses like young editors. He walked directly to Jiang Dongliu's office door and reached out to knock on the door, "Lao Jiang, come out for dinner!"

He knocked twice before pushing open the door and walked in.

"I'm sorry, you are here!"

Jiang Dongliu, who was sitting at the desk, took his eyes away from the computer and looked up at He Chunsheng, "Come on, come here, come and read this manuscript!"

His face turned slightly red, his tone was excited, and he stood up and rubbed his hands, "I want to discuss with the president. This book must be vigorously promoted. It is the main promotion this quarter!"

Seeing that he looked excited, He Chunsheng couldn't help but feel a little confused, "Lao Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Dongliu waved his hand and said, "I'm fine! I'm fine!"

He said to He Chunsheng: "You, look at this manuscript on my computer! Can this book be the main book of this quarter?"

He Chunsheng smiled and said, "Lao Jiang, what are you kidding? Haven't the books that our publisher has already been decided? Mr. Bai Qingyan has already decided with our president."

However, there must be a reason for him to see Jiang Dongliu saying this, so he sat in front of the computer and looked carefully.

At this time, part of the novel in the computer document had been dragged by Jiang Dongliu. He Chunsheng dragged the document to the beginning, and the name of the novel appeared in front of him.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

He Chunsheng couldn't help pronunciating these names, "What kind of story is this? Myths and legends? Historical stories?"

Jiang Dongliu said: "I won't tell you for now, you can see it yourself!"

He Chunsheng laughed and scolded: "Pretending to be a ghost!"

But that being said, he continued to watch.

The first chapter of this novel, the wind and snow change, and just one sentence appears before his eyes: "The Qiantang River is vast and the river water is endlessly bypassing Niujia Village in Lin'an day and night, and flowing east into the sea. There are dozens of cypress trees on the riverside, and the leaves are as red as fire, which is August.

The weeds in front of the village and behind the village had just started to turn yellow, and under the setting sun, it became a bit more desolate. Two large pine trees surrounded a bunch of villagers, men and women and a dozen children, and were listening attentively to a thin old man. The speaker was in his fifties, and a green cloth robe had been washed into blue and gray. He only heard his two pear-blend boards touched a few times, and the bamboo stick in his left hand beat on a small Ke drum in a row. He sang: "The little peach blossoms without a master, and the tobacco is vast and the night crows are surrounded by several ruined walls, and the old wells have always been...

"Huh? This person has a very deep writing skills!"

When he saw the poem "The little peach blossoms without a master", He Chunsheng's eyes lit up, "This poem is catchy, why haven't I seen it before? Could it be that this author wrote it himself?"

He murmured to himself, "This poem is good, I don't know how the story is written."

He said, but his eyes never left the computer screen for a moment. After a long time, He Chun raised his head with an unfinished business and looked at Jiang Dongliu with excitement, "Lao Jiang, can martial arts novels be written like this?"

He stood up and praised, "I have also read a lot of works by martial arts masters, but they all wrote about sleeping together with a man and a woman, plus any martial arts secrets, which are all the same routine. If you read too much, you will get tired of it. This is also the criticism of martial arts novels."

He Chunsheng exclaimed, "This book is different! Although I have only read three chapters, the structure and courage are definitely not comparable to today's martial arts novels."

Seeing him say this, Jiang Dongliu laughed and said, "The plot is one aspect, and the key writing style is good. Although it is just a straightforward narration, it is a simple method. It can be arranged in a sentence and is extremely smooth. Even if he writes something extremely plain, it can make people enjoy it and cannot stop."

He said to He Chunsheng: "This writing skills are amazing!"

After saying a few words, they looked at each other and He Chunsheng said, "I think your proposal just now is feasible. This book must have a future!"

Jiang Dongliu said: "Okay, let's go and find the president together and strive to let him promote this book vigorously!"

He Chunsheng said: "What should I do if Mr. Bai Qingyan's book?"

Jiang Dongliu said: "At worst, you can promote it at the same time!"

He Chunsheng said: "I'm afraid Mr. Bai will be unhappy when he divides the resources equally."

Jiang Dongliu said: "Then let him finish reading this book before speaking!"

The two chatted for a while and walked out of the office together.

When several employees watching the fun outside the door saw them walking out with excitement, they all wondered, "Teacher Jiang and Teacher He are both so steady. What's wrong with this today? It seems like they have won a million prize."

"Hey, Lao Jiang, which famous author is Guo Dalu? Why have I never heard of it?"

Since leaving the computer, He Chunsheng has been thinking about the name "Guo Dalu" in his mind, but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't think of any useful information. "According to this kind of writing author is rare in the circle!"

When Jiang Dongliu heard He Chunsheng's inquiry, an extremely strange expression appeared on his face, "Well, hehe, this author is a newcomer!"

"A newcomer? Is it the first time writing a book? Are you familiar with him?"

The strange feeling on Jiang Dongliu's face became more and more obvious, "It's not just familiarity, it's just seen every day!"

He Chunsheng was overjoyed, "Then you want to recommend it to me, which university did this gentleman graduate from? Is he a domestic university or a famous foreign university? Is he engaged in literature and history research? Where is he working now? A civil servant or a professor?"

In He Chunsheng's mind, a person who can have such writing style must be a well-educated person. If he does not have a literary background, he will never have such a thick and concise writing.

This is something that only people with hills and valleys in their hearts and beautiful flowers in their belly can write.

That's why he guessed that "Guo Dalu" must have graduated from a certain university and must have a stable job.

That's true, can a person with such writing style and talent still not find a decent job?

Jiang Dongliu looked at his eager expression and didn't know how to tell Guo Dalu's identity for a moment.

After considering for a while, he said to He Chunsheng: "Guo Dalu is neither a civil servant nor an expert professor."

He Chunsheng asked, "What is that for?"

Jiang Dongliu opened his mouth a few times and squeezed out a few words.

"He is just a vendor selling pork in the vegetable market!"

"What?"
Chapter completed!