Chapter 155

The place where Yao Qiong lives is an ancient house with small bridges, flowing water, various rockeries and jagged rocks. When Huang Qianyi came to Yao Qiong's house, he found that the opposite party was wearing a long shirt with strong ancient style and practicing calligraphy with a brush, which was very leisurely.

Yao Qiong didn't seem to be disturbed by the "frustration" in the new serial novel at all, or he didn't feel defeated at all.

This obviously made Huang Qianyi feel helpless, but he still stubbornly explained the situation to Yao Qiong.

After listening to Huang Qianyi's words, Yao Qiong looked unchanged and said, "it's no big deal. After my" another bank "won the Dun spear literature award, everything will be settled. Chief editor Qian often said that our vision cannot be limited to the small circle of youth literature. If youth literature is to be recognized by the mainstream literary world, we must rely on my" another bank "

So where on earth did you get the confidence to win the Dun spear literature award! Huang Qianyi make complaints about himself. He said he was also a member of the Academy, and knew how hard it was to win the prize.

Experience, depth, connotation, reputation and influence must be possessed, but there is another hidden rule, that is, many dunmao Literature Awards are awarded to traditional writers of academic origin. Yao Qiong is just a wild road in the eyes of those academic schools!

Even if Yao Qiong's strength is no worse than that of some traditional writers, there is always a glass ceiling on his head, which is also on the head of the youth literary circle.

What Yao Qiong has to do now is to break it!

Huang Qianyi began to persuade again. As a result, Yao Qiong said, "what should I write? I am willing to accept the writing suggestions put forward by others. "

Huang Qianyi was stunned. He could point a fart. Yao Qiong's level had long surpassed him. Huang Qianyi could only say: "write according to your original business writing method..."

"If I change the style again, my" the other bank "will be completely destroyed. As a writer, of course, I have to constantly break through myself. Now I have made enough money and have enough capital to make my own articles better. Why do I write in the way I cheated money before?" Yao Qiong sneered.

Fucking breakthrough, fucking pursuit! At this time, Huang Qianyi found that his thoughts had been unconsciously assimilated by Qian siliang.

"But you're playing with fire with the whole magazine!" Huang Qianyi couldn't help saying.

"What about magazines? It's not what I said in the contract at the beginning. It doesn't matter what I write. As long as I keep the appearance rate, I'm very cooperative with your publicity. I've received several advertisements. Just the advertising share, you've also made a lot of money? " Yao Qiong said faintly.

Well, on the whole, time pieces does earn money. Even if she pays liquidated damages, she also earns money. Yao Qiong, the "great God", is not only the most handsome man in the circle of writers, but also the most powerful writer in the entertainment circle

Huang Qianyi fell into a frenzy. He suddenly saw the words written by Yao Qiong with a brush - withered vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, and thin horses in the west wind of the ancient road. At sunset, the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

Eh, it looks familiar... I wipe it. Isn't this an ancient saying of tianjingsha?

Huang Qianyi pointed to the words written by Yao Qiong and looked like discovering the truth: "are you colluding with tianjingsha?"

Yao Qiong smiled: "collusion? Collude with what? "

"Why else are you writing her famous sentences?"

"I just like ancient Chinese."

"This, this... Have you seen tianjingsha's works?" Huang Qianyi asked.

Yao Qiong nodded calmly and said in a tone of commenting on the younger generation: "tianjingsha is good. I like her articles very much."

Hearing this, Huang Qianyi inexplicably paid tribute to tianjingsha. I have to say that because Yao Qiong has a high position in the youth literary world, he often said that he doesn't look at other people's youth literary works, because it's unnecessary. Yao Qiong's shadow is found in the literary style of almost most youth literary writers

But now Yao Qiong read tianjingsha's article, which naturally surprised Huang Qianyi.

"But she is your opponent!" Huang Qianyi warned.

"Of course I know this. Speaking of it, I thought youth sacrifice wanted to take the edge of the sword and launch a cat and dog to fight with me in the challenge arena. Unexpectedly, Jingsha is really powerful this day. I am very optimistic about her." Yao Qiong said faintly.

"I don't care if you look at her or not, I just want you to beat her!" Huang Qianyi is worried. Are you kidding? Why did Yao Qiong play with tianjingsha?

Yao Qiong shook her head. Although he was arrogant, he had already passed his age. He said faintly: "I have seen tianjingsha's five centimeters per second. It is really good. It is very close to students' life and can warm people's hearts. I think it must be promising in commercial value."

"So you mean you lost to her in business this time?" Huang Qianyi is too lazy to give Yao Qiong face again.

Yao Qiong's face was really hurt by this, but he was still conceited and said: "my book on the other bank is going to impact the Dun spear literature award. In terms of depth, tianjingsha can't match me. You can see from the recent report..."

Huang Qianyi immediately found that from before to now, his words have become the wind in each other's ears. No matter what he said, the other party will say, "I have depth, I have connotation, I have posture, I am proud, I want the sword finger Dun spear literature award!"

"What if you don't get the Dun spear literature award?" Huang Qianyi said impolitely.

"How is that possible? In terms of depth and connotation, my book "the other shore" is no worse than those who won the Dun spear literature award before. Besides, even if I can't get this one, I'll write another one and impact it again. I want to break through myself! " Yao Qiong said in a very confident tone.

Yao Qiong is really not short of money at all now. Even if he closes his pen now, he can eat nothing by relying on several popular works he wrote before.

God, it's not good to have another one... Huang Qianyi suddenly feels that his editor in chief has caused a big trouble. Yao Qiong is a teaser!

Huang Qianyi suddenly found that he hated traditional literature more than ever. Fuck the depth and connotation!

Huang Qianyi was helpless to go. What made him almost fall was that Yao Qiong told him in his lazy voice: "next time you come to me to ask for a manuscript, bring me a youth sacrifice. I love reading tianjingsha's novels. If you can, how about you help me urge the manuscript?"

艹! I'm an editor of "time fragment". How can I help you urge tianjingsha's manuscript? I was blackened by that guy! I'll fuck you! Huang Qianyi scolded angrily in his heart.