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

Yao Qiong seemed not disturbed by the "frustration" in the new serial novel at all, or in other words, he was arrogant and arrogant, and did not feel that he had lost.

This was obviously something that made Huang Qianyi feel helpless, but he still bit the bullet and explained the situation to Yao Qiong.

After hearing Huang Qianyi's words, Yao Qiong's expression remained unchanged and said, "It's no big deal. After my "Distance of the Strike" won the "Distance of the Spear Literature Award, everything will be settled. Editor Qian often said that our vision cannot be limited to the small circle of youth literature. To make youth literature recognized by the mainstream literary world, we must rely on my "Distance of the Strike"."

So where did you get the confidence to win the Literary Literature Award? Huang Qianyi complained in his heart that he was from the academy and knew very well how difficult it would be to win the Literary Literature Award!

Experience, depth, connotation, reputation and influence must be possessed, but there is another unspoken rule, that is, many awards for the Rap Literature are awarded to traditional writers from the academy. Yao Qiong is just a wild way in the eyes of those academy schools!

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

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

Huang Qianyi started persuading again, but Yao Qiong said, "Then tell me, how should I write? I am still very happy to adopt the writing suggestions put forward by others."

Huang Qianyi was stunned. He could give me a big shot. Yao Qiong's level was far higher than him. Huang Qianyi could only say this: "Write according to your original business writing method..."

"If I change my style again, my "Across the Side" will be completely ruined. As a writer, of course I have to constantly break through myself. I have made enough money now and have enough capital to make my own articles better. Why do I still write it in the way I used to cheat money?" Yao Qiong sneered.

Go fucking breakthroughs, go fucking pursuits! Huang Qianyi found that his thoughts had been assimilated by Qian Siliang without knowing them.

"But you are playing with the whole magazine!" Huang Qianyi couldn't help but say.

"What's the matter with the magazine? Didn't you agree on the contract that it doesn't matter what I write, just keep the appearance rate. I'm very cooperative with your promotion and have already received a few advertisements. Just the advertising share, you have made a lot, right?" Yao Qiong said lightly.

Well, overall, "Fragments of Time" is indeed profitable, even if you pay a penalty, you can still make a profit. Yao Qiong, the "Great God", is just like the time when Yu Zhongtian, is the most handsome person in the writer circle and the most powerful writer in the entertainment industry...

Huang Qianyi fell into madness, and he suddenly saw the words written by Yao Qiong with a brush - withered vines and old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing water, and thin horses on the ancient road. The sunset is setting, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Hey, it looks so familiar...Damn, isn't this a famous ancient style quote from Tian Jingsha?

Huang Qianyi pointed to the words written by Yao Qiong, and looked like he discovered the truth: "Are you colluding with Tian Jingsha?"

Yao Qiong smiled: "Collective? What to collude?"

"Or why are you writing her famous quote?"

"I just like ancient Chinese."

"This, this...you have you seen Tian Jingsha's works?" Huang Qianyi asked.

Yao Qiong nodded calmly and said in a tone of a senior commenting on his junior: "Tian Jingsha is good, I really like the articles she wrote."

When Huang Qianyi heard this, he inexplicably raised a sense of respect to Tian Jingsha. It has to be said that because Yao Qiong has a high status in the youth literary world, he often said that he no longer reads other people's youth literary works, because it is unnecessary. Almost most youth literary writers have the shadow of Yao Qiong in the literary style...

But now Yao Qiong reads Tian Jingsha’s article, which naturally surprised Huang Qianyi.

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

"Of course I know this. Speaking of which, I originally thought that "Youth Festival" wanted to take a different approach and launch a cat and dog to fight with me. Unexpectedly, Tian Jingsha is indeed powerful, and I am very optimistic about her." Yao Qiong said lightly.

"I don't care whether you look down on her or not. I just want you to defeat her!" Huang Qianyi was anxious. What a joke? Why did Yao Qiong play with Tian Jingsha to appreciate each other?

Yao Qiong shook his head. Although he was arrogant, he had already passed the age of ignorance. He said lightly: "I have read Tian Jingsha's "Five Centimeters in Seconds". It is indeed well written, very close to the lives of students and can warm people's hearts. I think there is definitely a lot of potential in terms of commercial value."

"Then what you mean is that you lost to her in business this time?" Huang Qianyi was too lazy to give Yao Qiong face anymore.

Yao Qiong was indeed so stung by these words that it was not very good on his face, but he still said conceitedly: "My book "Across the Strike" is about the award for the Literary of the Spear. In terms of depth, Tian Jingsha cannot match me. You can tell if you read the recent reports..."

Huang Qianyi suddenly realized that from the past to the present, all his words had become the other party's ears. No matter what he said, the other party would say, "I have depth and my connotation, I am proud of my posture, I want to point the sword at the Spear Literature Award!"

"What if you can't win the Spear Literature Award?" Huang Qianyi said bluntly.

"How is it possible? In terms of depth and connotation of my book "The Crossing the Strike" is definitely no worse than those who have won the previous Literature Award for Raid. Besides, even if I can't get this book, I'll just write another book and impact it again. I want to break through myself!" Yao Qiong said in an extremely confident tone.

Yao Qiong is really not short of money now. Even if he is a writer, he will be able to lose money by writing a few popular works before.

Oh my God, I can’t do it again... Huang Qianyi suddenly felt that his editor-in-chief caused a big trouble, and this Yao Qiong was simply funny!

Huang Qianyi suddenly realized that he hated traditional literature more than ever, and it was so profound and connotation!

Huang Qianyi left helplessly, and what made him almost fall was that Yao Qiong ordered in his lazy voice: "Next time I come to me to ask for manuscripts, bring me a book "Youth Festival". I love reading Tian Jingsha's novels. If possible, how about you help me urge manuscripts?"
Chapter completed!