Two thorns appear in a company, and they are both at the forefront. It is a relatively difficult thing for any publishing company, but the savvy publisher also understands that once you overcome this crisis, you will receive a generous reward.

Because in this entertainment-first environment, there is nothing to be afraid of siege and bad reviews. What makes people scared is that there is no topic or attention. From a certain perspective, scolding means attention, which is also a kind of publicity. Moreover, such hatred is particularly easy to cause readers' rebellious psychology. Often, the more fierce the media scolds, the more they try their best to support them.

Another good news is that due to the grand holding of the "Legend Cup" essay contest, the media and netizens' concerns inevitably shifted. This is the characteristic of the information age. No matter how sad and joyful things are, the shelf life is only a few days. The most important thing is that everyone discusses so enthusiastically that Gu Yongsheng still didn't come out to express anything. This time he even saved "hehe". Gu Yongsheng's boss Qianhong Company played the card of misery and expressed his helplessness towards a certain irresistible force.

In this case, the critical side decisively declared its victory, believing that Gu Yongsheng was completely wiped into the dust and would never have a day to turn over again. The real readers were really worried because they captured a trace of dangerous signals from some highly suggestive remarks, and they would have no idea about the day to turn over again.

After all, everyone just wants to read a book well, but in the face of some powerful forces like machines, the individual's power seems insignificant, and this small requirement cannot be fully satisfied.

They were sentimental and angry to post battle posts on forums and microblogs, yet these trivial comments were quickly drowned in the latest news that was constantly updated.

At this time, mainstream remarks were already the essay contest, because the essay contest carried the lofty mission of spreading traditional culture and enriching people's spiritual life. The essay contest was to recruit folk writing experts in the most fair way in history. The essay contest might give some high school students who are biased in subjects to the opportunity to study in famous universities, and the essay prize was very high...

So everyone adjusted their posture and entered the next topic with high morale.

For Qianhong, the reduction of public opinion pressure does not mean that things have been resolved successfully. After Gu Yongsheng's serialization was stopped, Lu Yichou began to actively run for Han Shuo's issue, so-called running means walking around various dining tables.

After eating a round of dinner parties, the issue number finally had a good idea, but Gu Yongsheng still had no progress. Before Lu Yichou had time to speak, the head of the relevant department, blushing, said earnestly: "If possible, try to let the author come out to apologize and admit his mistake..."

One sentence blocked the road tightly, Lu Yichou secretly complained to these fat guys, but he agreed with a smile on his face, saying that he would hit the author well and let him realize his mistake. Thinking of his tender face, Lu Yichou smiled bitterly.

...

The office of Dingjie Culture, which is opposite the river from Dongfang Liangzhu, welcomed an important guest today. The boss Xue Muliang explained to the secretary very solemnly that he should not disturb himself no matter what.

Mo Zhiyu sat on the white sofa, if he had inadvertently looked at the luxurious furniture in the room, although he had known that Xue Muliang was keen on luxury goods, he could not help but secretly amazement when he was in it.

"Sister Mo, should I add sugar or milk to coffee?" Xue Muliang asked earnestly.

"Add some sugar."

Xue Muliang prepared coffee for President Mo, brought it to her, and said with a smile: "What are Sister Mo's going to eat today? I'll order a seat now?"

Mo Zhiyu took the coffee and said, "Let's come and sit for a while, and I'm going to Yanjing for a meeting soon."

"Essay contest?"

Mo Zhiyu nodded and said, "This essay competition is a task personally. The relevant leaders of the city have explained to Cui She and me that they should pay attention to it, so I came here to tell you that there are suitable authors under it, and even said that you can participate in it yourself. You may not have to win any awards, but you must show your attitude."

Xue Muliang nodded and said, "I have asked the editors to contact the authors to treat this as a task. I have also talked to Shen You and Bei Hetang. At that time, the three of us will participate. Don't worry, Sister Mo, we will take it seriously and strive to get a prize for Cui She and Sister Mo."

Mo Zhiyu nodded with satisfaction and said, "I have always been more at ease when doing things. Another thing is Gu Yongsheng..."

Hearing this name, Xue Muliang's face changed slightly and said, "I asked Xiaozhong to go to his house to talk to him, but his attitude seemed to be very firm. Also, according to Xiaozhong, he is really young, as if he was fourteen or fifteen years old."

"This is normal. You and Han Shuo were not very big when they debuted. Well, let's do it. It's good for young people to be a little arrogant, but when they find it's powerless to turn the situation around, they will become softer."

"Sister Mo, can you..." A tentative tone, but a very vicious look.

Mo Zhiyu interrupted: "Xiaoliang, you have to remember that if we want to continue in this industry for a long time, we must leave room for things and look at it for a long time. No one knows what will happen to him in the future. Just like you and Han Shuo, when they first became famous, they also criticized and criticized from multiple sources. Now, you all have a certain voice and influence and become vested interests. At this time, do you think you should suppress newcomers if others suppress you in the past?"

Xue Muliang nodded quickly and said humbly: "With some power in his hands, his mind is a little stiff."

Mo Zhiyu said: "You are smart and should be able to figure out these principles. If we want to poach people, we must use sticks and carrots together. We can ignore Qianhong's feelings, but we must be concerned about the author's feelings. If you want to be a professional publisher, you must remember this."

Xue Muliang nodded again.

"And, never forget that no one can ban a truly talented person, especially in this era of Internet popularity."

"I remember, Sister Mo."

Mo Zhiyu stood up and said, "You can keep in touch with Gu Yongsheng, but don't be too frequent. You must grasp the standards and strength in terms of speech, and you can push the blame on me and Cui She. If he can't post a book now, he will definitely be irritated and doubt Qianhong's abilities. If you want to grasp this, I won't say much about the rest. You should also know the meaning of a good author to the company."

Xue Muliang wrote it down carefully and said, "I'll ask the driver to take you to the airport."

...

"Before I go to the airport, I want to emphasize again. This is a good opportunity. No matter how you want to instigate him to participate, the issue has been basically solved. Now they are still trying to wipe out Gu Yongsheng's patience. As long as he can perform well in this competition, all problems can be solved."

Lu Yichou stood in front of the black Caddy sedan and told Vice President Hou and Editor-in-Chief Wei.

"Okay, Lao Lu, we will handle this matter well, but you must remember to pass the contents of the meeting back in time." Wei Wuzhi and Lu Yichou were people who were involved in the writer circle in the same issue that year, and they spoke relatively relaxed.

"Okay, I'll call him later."

...

When Liu Jingting received a call from Lu Yichou, he was watching crocodiles in People's Park. After the high school entrance examination, his father promised to take him and his mother to the park once, and it was not until today that he fulfilled his promise.

"Hello, Mr. Lu."

"Xiao Gu, I wonder if you have followed the recent news. There is a large-scale essay competition currently being called for. I am extremely eager to hope you can participate."

"Oh, I saw it on TV, I'll think about it."

"It's not about considering it, but you must participate. As long as you can get a good ranking, your malicious frame-up will be self-defeating."

"Okay, I'll go to the park with my parents now. When I go back tonight, I'll check the relevant rules."

After hanging up Lu Yichou's phone call, Liu Jingting felt a little guilty because after watching the TV commercial, he quickly wrote the manuscript and sent it under the pseudonym "Nan Bowan". He naturally had his own plans to do so, but it was really inconvenient to tell others.

After reading the crocodile, he walked out of the crocodile hall with his parents. Liu Jingting secretly sent a text message while his parents were not paying attention.

"My mom and dad, the sun is coming out, let's go see the peacock."

The family of three had just walked out more than ten meters when they suddenly heard a crisp sound from behind: "Liu Jingting!"

Liu Jingting turned around in confusion and saw Mi Hu standing not far away. The two of them looked at each other. Liu Jingting said in surprise: "Hu Xiaomi, such a coincidence, you can also come to see the peacock!"

Mihu held back his laughter, walked to Liu Jingting and said, "I'll come to see the porcupine."

Liu Jingting hurriedly introduced to her parents: "My parents, this is a senior sister who takes good care of me. If I don't understand anything in my studies, I will ask her."

Mi Hu bowed nervously and said, "Hello uncle, hello aunt."

Facing such a polite and handsome girl, Liu's father and mother Liu were naturally very happy and said hurriedly: "Hello, did you come alone? Didn't you go with your parents?"

"They are going to work overtime today."

"Let's go with us." Liu Jingting suggested, "Haha, I'm just about to celebrate my birthday today."

Dad Liu didn't say anything, but he knew he was very agreeing with his expression. Mother Liu smiled and said, "Then let's go together. You take care of Xiaoting so much. Auntie will treat you to dinner today."

Today is Liu Jingting's birthday. Mi Hu once pretended to be careless and asked him how he was going to celebrate. Out of the girl's unique reserve, she did not make any further suggestions, but the smart Liu Jingting naturally understood the girl's meaning, so Liu Jingting designed such a vulgar scene that he happened to meet in a park.

Today, Liu Jingting, who came to this world, is officially fifteen years old. The old saying goes, "At thirty," he is now fifteen and a half.

During the meal, Mihu talked about the essay competition with Liu Jingting. Mihu naturally encouraged Liu Jingting to participate. Liu Jingting mysteriously told her that he would participate, but he would participate in the competition with a new identity, narcissistically making Mihu patiently look forward to it.

"I don't need Gu Yongsheng's name, of course, I won't use Liu Jingting's name. These days, those people are so frustrated that I feel depressed by eating, and I want to scare them."

Mihu curled his lips cutely, but he believed in his strength in his heart.

"You can also participate. Maybe you can go directly to Yenching University by then."

"I'm writing, you can check it out with me then."

“No problem.”

...

Since the submission email of the "Legend Cup" essay contest opened, there have been nearly 10,000 articles in less than a week, and the homepage of the essay contest is constantly refreshing the data.

If someone looks carefully, he will see a manuscript called "The Sword of Yue Girl" below the first picture of Virgin Zhao. This manuscript, like other manuscripts, flashed by and has not attracted everyone's attention yet.

About a week later, a sophomore student named Song Xiaoyu from Nankai University finished breakfast and sat in front of the computer to surf the Internet as usual. Because he was too far from home, he applied to stay in school this summer. Three days ago, he submitted a manuscript to participate in the essay competition. Since then, he has been paying attention to his popularity.

Looking at the data flashing on the screen, Song Xiaoyu smiled bitterly and said to himself: "It seems that there is no hope." He held the mouse and kept pulling it down, trying to find his manuscript.

""The Sword of Yue Girl", what is this? Is it an introduction to weapons?"

Song Xiaoyu suddenly became curious and clicked, and then a short martial arts story of more than 10,000 words appeared in front of him:

【“Please!” “Please!”

The two swordsmen each turned the tip of the sword, held the hilt of the sword in their right hand, and put their left hand on the back of their right hand, bowing and saluting.

The two of them had not yet stood up straight, and suddenly a white light flashed, followed by a clanging sound, and the two swords intersected, and each of them took a step back. The audience all shouted "Huh" with a soft cry.]

"Huh—It seems to be a novel." Song Xiaoyu said to himself.

It took nearly an hour for Song Xiaoyu to finish reading this novel. After reading it, he felt like he was falling into a devil's way, and he was stunned for a moment. After a while, he murmured to himself: "It's actually, it's like this!"
Chapter completed!