Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 214 Original, Ugly, Self!
"You think it's okay?"

Wang Meng interjected: "What do you mean it's okay? That's fine, if nothing else, as long as you can maintain the same level as what we saw in front of you. I can guarantee that Wang Fu will hug your thigh and beg you to read the novel." Published in "People's Literature."

"Go!" Wang Fu pushed Wang Meng, and then said to He Ping: "Comrade He Ping, if you believe me, the manuscript will be left here first, and I will definitely finish the review at night. Then you come over tomorrow morning, when the time comes I will tell you the results of the review, and then I may have further discussions on the content of this novel, so you can see it?"

"It's nothing, can I come over tomorrow?"

Wang Fu adjusted the glasses frame again, "No problem, as long as your subsequent manuscripts can maintain the same level as the previous manuscripts, I believe there will be no problem publishing them in our "People's Literature."

This time, He Ping really had a solid foundation in his mind. He received affirmative evaluations from Wang Meng and Wang Fu, two industry leaders, so it was not a waste of time to travel.

"Okay then, let's make a deal like this."

After a few words, He Ping bid farewell to Wang Fu.

Wang Meng also said to Wang Fu: "Then I'm leaving too. The old woman must be upset after being delayed for so long."

Before he left, he salivated and said to Wang Fu, "Also, after you finish reading this manuscript tomorrow, please satisfy my greed."

Wang Fu said dumbfoundedly: "Understood."

He Ping and Wang Meng walked out of the dark corridor supporting each other as they did when they came, chatting while walking.

"Comrade He Ping, are you from the capital?"

"No, I'm from the Northeast. This time I came here because my novel "Spirit and Flesh" was valued by Director Xie Jin and wanted to be adapted into a movie. I was invited by Director Xie Jin to participate in the preparatory work of the movie."

"So that's it, that novel can be adapted into a movie so soon." Wang Meng sighed, and then said: "So, you really have a predestined relationship with the "People's Literature". Comrade Tuo, we all call him Master Tuo, and I will introduce you to him when I have a chance in the future, he is from Jingying."

Li Tuo?

He Ping seemed to have heard of this name before, but couldn't remember it for a while.

"I'll get to know you later when I have a chance."

"How many days are you planning to stay here this time?"

"I'm done with the movie business, and I'll go back to the Northeast after I finish the submission of "Fugui"."

Wang Meng said: "Oh, then I have to hurry up, and when you come tomorrow, I will take you to meet Master Tuo."

People who can get along with Wang Meng are definitely not ordinary people. He Ping also has some impressions of the name Li Tuo in his heart, and he said happily: "That's good, I just make two more friends."

After discussing the matter, the two parted ways.

The next morning, He Ping came to the editorial office of "People's Literature" again.

Wang Fu received He Ping with red eyes.

"Editor Wang, who is this?"

"Last night, I read your manuscript overnight, and finished it in a surprise attack." Wang Fu explained.

"Don't work so hard, it's just a manuscript, you can read it at any time, and don't be in a hurry."

Wang Fu waved his hand, "It's not that you're in a hurry, it's true that your novel is very well written, and people can't stop reading it, and they don't want to let it go."

He Ping said modestly: "You are too much."

"I've been an editor for so many years, and it's really rare to see young people who write to your level. Even some people with outstanding literary talent, but the things they write are still not as good as your novels. The thick, epic temperament, really..."

The two were talking, when Wang Meng entered the editorial office, "Comrade He Ping is here, show me the manuscript, I was starving for a long time yesterday."

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Wang Fu. Wang Fu handed the manuscript to Wang Meng helplessly, and then said to He Ping: "I have no comments on this side of the manuscript. You have written it very well. I am going to send your novel Put it in next month's novel, just as the author's long serialization in my hand is over, it can be connected."

He Ping was a little surprised at Wang Fu's courage, and at the same time, he was also surprised by her great power in the editorial department. It is very efficient to read the manuscript of "Fugui" in one night. He Ping can be sure that Wang Fu did not give the manuscript to The editor-in-chief had read it, and Wang Fu could arrange a long-form serialization of a young writer who had never published his works in their journals without the editor-in-chief's purpose. He Ping was a little surprised by the great status and power of this kind of world.

It is indeed the editor who discovered so many young writers.

After talking about the publication of the novel, Wang Fu introduced Zhang Guangnian, then editor-in-chief of "People's Literature", to He Ping.

When Zhang Guangnian saw He Ping, he shook hands enthusiastically, "Editor Wang discovered another talented young writer for our journal!"

"You are too kind. I would like to thank you and Editor Wang for your insight, which allowed me to publish my work in your "People's Literature". Such an opportunity is really rare for us young people!"

Zhang Guangnian was relatively busy, so he went on to other things without saying a few words to He Ping.

The manuscript was still in Wang Meng's place, and his expression changed from sad to happy, as if he was a sign of a cerebral hemorrhage, and all his attention was focused on the content of the manuscript.

He Ping and Wang Fu chatted one after another, mainly Wang Fu asked He Ping and answered.

"Where is home?"

"Ping County, Liao Province."

"Married?"

"Not yet, I have a girlfriend."

"Why do you think of writing a novel like "Fugui"?"

"Barbara..."

He Ping narrated the thrilling events in Shanghai to Wang Fu, and Wang Fu looked at him with eyes full of appreciation.

"It's amazing to be able to face danger without fear and turn danger into safety at a critical moment!"

"You flatter me."

Excluding the identity of a literary journal editor, Wang Fu is a middle-aged woman, and the content of the conversation is mostly around the family's shortcoming. If He Ping hadn't said that he already had a girlfriend, he might have introduced a girlfriend to Zhang Luo.

""Fu Gui" is very well written, and this publication is not a problem. You will have to work harder in the future. The best age for a writer is before the age of 40, full of energy and inspiration."

"I'm doing my best, but there are other things at home, and I'm afraid I can't put much energy into it."

Wang Fu was a little unhappy when she heard that, and she said earnestly, "You are still young, and you don't know the value of being young. Don't bother with mundane things and distract yourself. Have you looked at him? This is your lesson from the past. Fame 20 It took two or three years to finish a work. It’s not like you, you can write a novel like "Fugui" with thick texture and precise words in a month or so."

Immersed in the world woven by He Ping, Wang Meng didn't realize at all that he was regarded as a negative model for educating newcomers by his most trusted editor.

Original, ugly, own.

(End of this chapter)