For Zhao Zhongyang," Those Things in the Ming Dynasty " was a whole new world.
It was a strange and unpredictable way of narrating, but it was also a way to directly point to the human heart.
"Is this really written by a high school student?" Zhao Zhongyang put down his glasses, feeling a little unsatisfied. His heart was filled with suspicion.
However, when Zhao Zhongyang recalled how he had rudely rejected those people earlier, he felt a little embarrassed if he were to say that this book was good. He cleared his throat, then walked out of the office and handed the manuscript to Nie Yuan.
Nie Yuan looked at Zhao Zhongyang with a face full of anticipation."Chief Editor, what do you think of this book?”
Zhao Zhongyang tried his best to control his aura and snorted."Grandstanding! How could history be written like this? A young man was still a young man after all! He returned the manuscript and told him to study hard.”
After saying this, Zhao Zhongyang directly passed the black book back to Nie Yuan. He even taught him,"History is a serious matter. We can't be so heartless! Be more careful in the future."
Nie Yuan was forced by Zhao Zhongyang's authority and was extremely helpless. However, he could only put away the book. History was originally a little girl who could be dressed up by others. Now that Zhao Zhongyang had said it so seriously, Nie Yuan was somewhat unconvinced, but he didn't dare to say anything.
"This Keeper! Old Antique!"
"It's really difficult to recognize a pearl with one's eyes!"
"Why don't we look for another chief editor?" After everyone heard Zhao Zhongyang's rejection, they really liked this manuscript and started talking at once.
" That's against the rules…" Someone immediately retorted.
Nie Yuan kept the book and frowned. Then, he said,""I have my own ideas."
…Chengdu was gradually entering midsummer.
This was the most beautiful age in one's life. Once it passed, no matter what method one used, they could never return.
Compared to Nanyun next door, the weather in the Heavenly Mansion was like a sentimental little girl. There was not much sunlight throughout the year, but today, there was a rare sunny day.
The math teacher dressed in traditional Chinese clothing was writing and drawing on the blackboard. Then, he turned around and adjusted his glasses. Time was like a squeaking fan spinning above his head, fleeting.
"Yes, this question is like this." Li Chencan was explaining the questions to Ye Hanxue. Ye Hanxue's head was a little close to him, and a faint fragrance slowly seeped into his heart.
After she finished speaking, Ye Hanxue was enlightened.
After a few months of merging the memories of his two lives, Li Chencan knew these questions like the back of his hand and could solve them easily.
After finishing the topic, Li Chencan was also reading his own book. He was currently reading the history of the Empire. He needed to understand more about this world.
In his previous life, he had made so many movies and had been in the cultural circle. Li Chencan had a very keen sense of things like culture and history.
As a member of this glorious empire, and a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, Li Chencan had a deep love for the history of this world.
A day had passed since the submission of " Those Incidents in the Ming Dynasty ", but there was still no news. This made Li Chencan wonder if he should take the manuscript back and submit it to another publishing firm. Chengdu Literature and Art Press was huge, but it also meant that they would bully their customers. Why should they pay more attention to a high school student like him?
As he pondered, time slowly passed like sand in his hand. After math class, everyone stood up and bowed. The math teacher walked out of the classroom. The oppressive atmosphere in the classroom was now slowly coming alive, as if the black and white scene had turned into color.
Recently, two people with the surname Li in the class had once again received everyone's attention.
Li Dong was suppressed by Li Chencan time and time again.
Li Chencan was famous in the martial world.
" My Deskmate " and " The Brother Who Sleeps in My Upper Berk " had made him popular all over the campus. The two songs had also spread quickly on the Internet.
Moreover, his song " Langtaosha: Beidai River " had alarmed the principal!
Although they were in the era of the college entrance examination, gossiping was always an instinct of humans. Many people were still gossiping about these things.
At this moment, Li Chencan received a call and walked out of the classroom.
"Hello."
"Hello, is this Student Li Chencan? I'm Nie Yuan, the editor of Chengdu Literature and Art Press. We met yesterday.”
Li Chencan thought of the editor who had received him yesterday, and a sense of hope rose in his heart."Hello, Editor Nie. I remember you too. Is it about the manuscript?”
"Right…" Nie Yuan said,"Your manuscript is very well written and very novel…" Speaking up to here, he paused slightly."Unfortunately, this manuscript doesn't match the style of our publishing firm, so the manuscript can't pass the review for the time being.”
Hearing this, the hope in Li Chencan's heart was doused with cold water.
However, Nie Yuan said that he would review the novel in three days and informed him on the second day. Moreover, he had maintained a polite attitude from the beginning to the end, so it was difficult for Li Chencan to have any ill feelings towards him. Moreover, he had confidence in "Those Matters About the Ming Dynasty", so there was no need to make things difficult for Nie Yuan. Therefore, Li Chencan also said very politely,"Thank you for giving me this information. I'll go over and get the manuscript back. Thank you for your review.”
Hearing Li Chencan's polite words, Nie Yuan's mood became very good. This young man really could give people a good impression.
Nie Yuan said," Actually, from my personal point of view, I like this kind of writing style very much. History is written in a humorous and interesting way under your hands, but there are also things that don't change. Therefore, although this manuscript doesn't quite suit our Chengdu Literature and Art Publishing House, I previously recommended this manuscript to a friend from a publishing house. He's very interested…Yes, he's from Chengdu Hundred Flowers Publishing House. Are you interested? If you're interested, my friend would like to meet you.”
Li Chencan didn't expect things to take such a turn.
When he was submitting the article for " Those Things in the Ming Dynasty ", he had checked all kinds of information about the publishing house. He also knew about the Hundred Flowers publishing house. This publishing house was quite famous, but it could not compare to the old publishing houses. However, Hundred Flowers publishing house was mostly run by young people. Many things were different, so it could attract some people's attention.
Li Chencan nodded and said,"Okay, then please help us contact him. I'll find some time to meet him."”
"Alright, alright." Nie Yuan said happily when he heard Li Chencan agree so straightforwardly.
It was true that Chengdu Literature and Art Press could not publish this book, but he did not want such a good book to be buried just like that, so he recommended it to his friend, Shi Chuanfeng, who was the chief editor of Baihua Press. When Shi Chuanfeng saw the manuscript, he had the same reaction as them. He immediately wanted to meet Li Chencan. They were not as rigid as Chengdu Literature and Art Press. As long as the book was good and could be sold, that was enough!
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