But what he didn’t expect was that Dong Wenhao called him half an hour later, saying that the first batch of manuscripts had come out and wanted him to see if they would work. So Jiang Qin changed his clothes and tossed about Came to the East School.
“I accidentally crossed a boundary with my best friend, what should I do?” 》
“My boyfriend graduated first, recording my whole process from long-distance relationship to breakup”
“The first time I went to a hotel with my girlfriend, I didn’t know whether to say something or not”
“My ex-boyfriend has a cold, I’m going to take care of him, but my current girlfriend wants to break up with me?” 》
“What is it like to fall in love with a school beauty? It’s absolutely true!” 》
There were a total of twenty manuscripts submitted by the literary society. After careful review by Jiang Qin, only eight were qualified.
Dong Wenhao felt that he was losing face, so he kept explaining that it was the first time for everyone to take on such a writing task, so they were not familiar enough, and the rejection rate would definitely get higher and higher in the future.
Jiang Qin waved his hand and said it was okay, then took out one hundred and fifty yuan from his wallet and handed it to Dong Wenhao.
“Aren’t these eight articles the only ones that are qualified? One article costs six yuan, so forty-eight is enough.”
“When I submit a manuscript for the first time, I want it all, good or bad, in order to arouse their enthusiasm. They can see the money as soon as they reach out. They will think that I am a very generous boss, and your appeal in the club will be stronger.” The stronger it is, the easier it will be to do things in the future.”
Dong Wenhao took the money with a complicated expression: “Brother, your family is in business, right?”
Jiang Qin stuffed his wallet into his pocket: “No, I’m just a handsome guy with an ordinary background.”
“…”
Dong Wenhao stuffed the money into his pocket, hesitated for a while and then spoke again: “Senior Yanling has been saying with a dark face today that you don’t understand literature. Is there something wrong with the novel?”
“It’s not a big problem. The writing of the novel is okay. They are all beautiful Chinese characters, but the combination just doesn’t look good. It’s really fucking weird.” Jiang Qin shrugged.
“Then your website still accepts novels?”
“I wanted to accept it, but there were too few good ones. I am doing business, not charity.”
Dong Wenhao hesitated for a moment, then took out another manuscript from his schoolbag: “Then what do you think of this? Can you accept it?”
Jiang Qin took it and read it with a suspicious look on his face. The title of the book was “You Are the Color of Fireworks in the World”. After reading it twice, he unconsciously frowned: “It’s a bit standard, it’s refreshing, and it tastes great.” , who wrote this, and why did you hide it?”
“A former club member named Shi Miaomiao.”
“before?”
“I was scolded by senior Yanling and quit the club. She said her writing was not spiritual and told her not to waste time here.”
“Qianziqi, let her promise to update it every day. The copyright of the novel belongs to me. If she agrees, I will accept it.”
While they were talking, the door of the literary club activity room was suddenly pushed open, and Yao Yanling walked in from the door. She was slightly stunned when she saw Jiang Qin, and then ignored him with a dark face.