With the decision of tribal literature, all Qin Qi's short story writers have received the invitation of the platform to create, including Lin Yuan also received a call from Wei Long, one of the editors of the platform, and the other party introduced this ti in detail. Activity status.
"Short story?"
Lin Yuan just rembered that he still had two short stories in his hand that had not been released.
It is now in ti for the rger of Qin and Qi, and the first prize of tribal literature is worth millions!
Even if you can't get the first prize, the second prize and the third prize will never lose.
Yes.
Lin Yuan felt that no matter which one he took out of the two works left in his hand, it was not a problem to get into the top three.
"Do you have a work now..."
Wei Long was a little nervous. After the release of "The Death of a Little Civil Servant", he had approached Chu Kuang more than once, but Chu Kuang kept saying that he had no inspiration.
So he wasn't sure if Chu Kuang could include a short story released in March recently.
"Have."
Lin Yuan said decisively.
Wei Long breathed a sigh of relief, feeling happy: "I will give you the receiving email in a while, then when will you send the work?"
"In a few days."
"Okay, you have to as soon as possible, we have to release it in March..."
"no problem."
Lin Yuan agreed very simply.
Of course it should be altogether. Lin Yuan was very satisfied with the conditions this ti.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuan took the computer to the crew that day.
As a screenwriter, Lin Yuan rarely intervenes in the actual filming of "Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance".
Because Yi Chenggong was fild in accordance with his requirents, while the butler Shen Qing focused on the logistics of the crew.
He has enough ti to do his own thing on the set.
Anyway, no one cares what Lin Yuan does on the set.
The reason why Lin Yuan was still on the set was because he was afraid of ergencies.
He found a codeword in a quiet place, and then began to consider which one to choose.
pick one of two.
After thinking about it, Lin Yuan finally made a decision.
He typed out two words on the docunt:
necklace.
As a short story, the full text of "Necklace" is only more than 5,000 words, and it will not take Lin Yuan much ti to write it.
What he really needs to spend so ti on is nothing more than adjusting the background.
[Many beautiful won in the world are often born into poor families out of fate...
She has no dowry assets, no way or hope to make a person with both wealth and status know her, understand her, love her, and marry her; in the end, she can only associate her with the Ministry of Education. The clerk got married.
If "The Gift of the Magi" is one of O Henry's masterpieces.
Then the "Necklace" that Lin Yuan is writing is one of Maupassant's masterpieces.
As a world-class short story master who is as famous as O. Henry, Maupassant's style is different from O. Henry, but their respective masterpieces are undoubtedly outstanding.
This is the source of Lin Yuan's confidence in The Necklace.
As for the background adjustnt, Lin Yuan is already familiar with it.
However, in order to avoid mistakes, Lin Yuan still spent two hours, perfecting the new background, and carefully checking, trying to make the story look flawless.
...
When Lin Yuan was writing "Necklace," Wei Long, who had finished the call, reported to Han Jii, chief operating officer of tribal literature.
at this ti.
The editor-in-chief all contacted the writers one after another and reported the situation with Han Jii with their respective lists.
"Wenda...Shen Gonghui...Yuei..."
Han Jii looked at the lists in hand, her face a little stunned.
Under the reward, there must be a brave man.
No matter what level you look at, the lineup of short stories writers for tribal literature this ti is more luxurious than the last event!
The nas that appear in these lists are all famous in the short story world.
With these people joining, Han Jii feels that the March flow of tribal literature will never be too bad.
It was Wei Long's turn to be sent to the list of writers.
Han Jii looked at it, and suddenly his eyes stopped.
"Chu Kuang."
There is Chu Kuang on this list?
Han Jii couldn't help but smiled: "This is the champion writer of our last event. With him to participate, this event has beco more aningful."
"Did Chu Kuang participate?"
The editor-in-chief next to him was a little surprised, and he imdiately followed with a smile and said: "It is indeed a good thing that he can participate. Although the lineup is more gorgeous this ti, most of these writers are more famous than Chu Kuang, but Chu Kuang is the last one after all. The champion of the event, his existence makes our event quite a bit of inheritance. I think this event can be held once a year in the future, making it a characteristic event of our tribal literature."
Han Jii nodded.
This is a good way.
Wei Long smiled and said: "I didn't report much hope. Chu Kuang refused my invitation several tis before, saying that he had no inspiration, but this ti Chu Kuang also wants to make his na in the new market, after all. The readership has doubled."
"That's what it says..."
The editor-in-chief shook his head and said: "But the overall level of the writers who shot this ti is not comparable to that of the previous batch of people. If you want to get a good ranking again, it may not be easy for Chu Kuang."
"Not always."
Wei Long couldn't help retorting: "I think Chu Kuang is not inferior to those big-na writers. He just has fewer works, so his reputation and qualifications in the field of short films are not as good as the few big-na writers ntioned earlier."
The editor-in-chief didn't argue, just smiled and said, "I hope so."
For writers invited by tribal literature, the higher the level, the better.
at this ti.
Suddenly outside the door, an editor-in-chief hurriedly entered the door, his face a little flustered and said: "Sothing happened."
"what happened?"
Han Jii frowned slightly.
The editor-in-chief said bitterly: "I just called Teacher Feng ~ I wanted to invite him to this event, but he refused..."
"Feng Hua?"
The editor-in-chief was stunned, and imdiately laughed: "It's not normal for Mr. Feng Hua to refuse us. He is a big man in the short story field. He is known as one of the three carriages in the short story field. He only writes one short story a year, and he has already written one this year. I didn't expect you to even try to invite him."
"But the problem is..."
The editor-in-chief said helplessly: "Ms. Feng Hua rejected , not because he did not want to participate in our tribal literature activities, but because he has accepted the invitation of the blog, which he said to personally!"
Wow!
The words ca out.
Everyone's faces have changed!
Even Han Jii suddenly felt that the list in his hand was pretty gorgeous, and it was not good anymore.
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