Chapter 12

The editorial department of the "City Education News."

Deputy Editor-in-Chief Yue Wenxing had already read the manuscript on his desk six or seven times, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

"This is a good article, very engaging, and the illustrations are well done, but..."

Yue Wenxing took a sip of tea from his porcelain cup, still uncertain.

After some thought, Yue Wenxing took the manuscript and knocked on the door of the Editor-in-Chief Zhang Chunjiang's office.

"Come in!"

Yue Wenxing sat down in the soft chair in front of the desk and handed the manuscript to the lean man in front of him, who was not yet fifty.

"It's like this. Today, we received a manuscript from Shuizhen No. 1 High School. Although it was written by a student, the content caught the attention of both Editor Gao and me. However, we have some reservations about publishing it."

Zhang Chunjiang put on his glasses and, while listening, slowly read through the manuscript.

Five minutes later, he exhaled and a smile appeared on his face: "It seems that No. 1 High School is indeed the top school in our province in terms of education. A student can write at this level, which is quite impressive!"

Yue Wenxing nodded in agreement: "The manuscript is indeed good, but talking directly about international politics might not be appropriate. After all, our country's diplomatic environment has not been good in recent years."

Zhang Chunjiang chuckled: "Old Yue, you think too much, but I don't see this as a problem at all."

"Really?" Yue Wenxing asked, puzzled, not understanding where the other man's confidence came from.

After all, for a government newspaper like theirs, articles that mock politics are always sensitive.

"The author of 'Our Journey, the Stars and the Sea' talks directly about international politics of the last century, even mentioning our country's two bombs and one satellite. However, our newspaper is only published within the city. Even if other provincial newspapers apply to reprint this manuscript, it will only circulate within the province."

Yue Wenxing's eyes lit up, and the heavy burden in his heart was finally lifted. He smiled: "Great! This way, the mockery of international events will only circulate within the province, and the content is not sarcastic enough to cause a diplomatic incident even if it is known abroad!"

"Exactly. As for the content about domestic events that you mentioned, it's even easier to handle. From the first chapter of this article, the ideas seem to be quite positive. When you reply to the author, you can express these concerns to him, so he knows what to expect. A little risk is worth it to nurture a good talent!"

Zhang Chunjiang tapped his fingers on the desk, making his decision.

...

The single dormitory he originally rented was surrounded by many other students, making the environment complex.

Once, all the review books and materials in several dormitories were stolen and sold, and it was later discovered that a junior high school girl from the same building was responsible.

After Lin Mu moved to Su Taohua's place (from now on, we will use her real name), the environment became safer, but he only had about 2,000 yuan left.

During this period, he not only wrote manuscripts but also spent a lot of money on various history books and other things.

Fortunately, the "Wuxia Story" editorial department had already mentioned in their previous letter that his "Thirteen Swords of the Storm" would be published in the next issue.

When the time came, he would receive another 2,000 yuan.

After tidying up, Lin Mu connected his computer to the internet, turned it on, and started browsing.

Chatting on QQ, Baidu Tieba...

Lin Mu quickly adapted to various online tools similar to those from his previous life, casually applied for a QQ chat account, and added his first friend.

"The 'Wuxia Story' editorial department."

This was Lin Shuiqing's QQ number, which he had given to Lin Mu with the previous letter. Clearly, Lin Mu's consistent quality had earned him Lin Shuiqing's favor.

"Hello, I am the writer, One Page of a Book." Lin Mu stated his identity in the application message.

Lin Shuiqing, who was reviewing manuscripts at his desk, heard the computer beep and glanced at it, a smile appearing in his eyes as he clicked to accept the application.

Lin Shuiqing: "Hehe, it's not easy being a great writer. You've had the QQ number for over ten days, and you're only adding me now."

Lin Mu: "Sweat, I just bought a computer, and I haven't been to the internet cafe for a long time. I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed."

Lin Shuiqing smiled and typed a message: "You added me at the right time. The details of the novel you're publishing in the next issue need some adjustments, as mentioned in the letter..."

The two of them chatted casually online.

Lin Shuiqing, who had been dealing with wuxia novels for years, found that although the novel Lin Mu sent was already revised by the same-name magazine from his previous life, after making a few small adjustments, Lin Mu noticed that the reading experience was significantly improved.

"Write well! After the second half of the year, when our magazine finishes the competition with 'Wuxia,' I'll see if there's a chance to apply to the chief editor for a serialized novel opportunity for you. By the way, can you write a serialized mid-length novel?"

Competition?

Lin Mu was curious and asked for more details.

It turned out that every second half of the year was the time when "Wuxia" and "Wuxia Story" competed for annual sales. The first half of the year was a time for the two magazines to rest and prepare, but in the second half, the competition for monthly sales was extremely intense.

"The two magazines are said to be nationally distributed, but in reality, they are only distributed in the neighboring provinces around the editorial offices. Other areas are too far to reach and are not points of market contention."

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