Reborn Tycoon Rise

"Dad, I'm going out in the afternoon!" After half a day's hard work and lunch, Xu Zhi picked up the results of half a month and prepared to go out.

Xu Hongbang put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Causeway Bay!" Xu Zhi shook the manuscript in his hand.

Xu Hongbang smiled in surprise: "Are you really planning to submit an article? What newspapers are there in Causeway Bay?"

Xu Zhidao: "There are a few, but the main one is Mingpao. Just try your luck. If it doesn't work, look at the other ones!"

Xu Hongbang shook his head: "Go ahead, if not, just play there and come back early in the evening!"

He still supports his son's attitude towards writing novels. In the past half month, in addition to normal work, his son has been writing basically the rest of the time. Although he is a bit too obsessed, it is better than running out to eat, drink and have fun before.

After Xu Zhi went out, he went to the market first. He had made an appointment with Wu Peng to go to Causeway Bay with him the day before. Of course, Wu Peng mainly wanted to go there to have fun.

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The bus passed through the undersea tunnel and arrived at Hong Kong Island. Causeway Bay was known as a shopping paradise in later generations, and it first took shape as early as the 1970s.

The businesses on the street are obviously much more prosperous than in Kowloon where Xu Zhi is located. High-rise buildings are rising on both sides of the road. Restaurants, cosmetics, cupboards, and bulletin boards are all available on the street. There is also a constant flow of traffic on the road. Although the style is different from that of later generations, the style of Xiangjiang in the 1970s also has a unique flavor.

Wu Peng sat next to the window and said: "Every time I come to Causeway Bay and Central, I feel like a country bumpkin coming to the city! I wish I could move here someday!"

Xu Zhi smiled: "It's good that you have a place to live. I haven't seen the environment where Uncle Wang lives!"

Uncle Wang is a fruit seller in a vegetable market. He came to Xiangjiang from the mainland a few years ago and stayed with a relative. However, it was not very convenient after all, and the conditions at the relative's house were actually average. With some savings, I rented a stall next to the market and started selling fruits. The business was so-so and I could support myself, but in order to make more money to send back to my hometown, I could only rent a bed and squeeze in a dormitory with more than a dozen people.

Wu Peng shook his head and said: "There are always those who are poorer, and the comparison is endless."

Xu Zhi nodded and did not continue to answer. The quality of life in this world can only be compared with his previous self, and there is no point in comparing with outsiders.

The bus arrived at the stop quickly. After looking at the paper map for a while, I finally found the headquarters of Ming Pao after walking around for a long time and asking questions.

The reason why Xu Zhi chose Ming Pao was because of its reputation. Jin Yong was in charge, and in addition to the serial novels of writers such as Ni Kuang and Yi Shu that he had attracted over the years, Ming Pao was not only one of the largest newspapers in Hong Kong, but also a leader in the cultural field. If it could be established in If it is published in Ming Pao, its reputation will be recognized by the entire Hong Kong literary community.

But Jin Yong is particularly picky, not just any ordinary picky...

Xu Zhi led Wu Peng into the Ming Pao Building. People were coming and going in the building. The unfamiliar expressions on the two people's faces immediately attracted the attention of the security guard. He walked next to them and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Xu Zhizheng was worried that he could not find anyone to ask: "I want to go to Mingpao. Which floor is it on?"

The security guard looked at Xu Zhi and the two of them, frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Xu Zhidao: "I have written a novel and I want to submit it to Mingpao!"

The security guard smiled: "Come here at such a young age? I advise you to go back! I don't know how many people come here to submit articles every day. They all want to be famous, but it would be great if a few can be submitted in a year!"

Xu Zhi said again: "No, we are all here. If we don't go there, it will be in vain!"

"Okay! I'll send you up, wait a minute!" Seeing that the two of them refused to give up, the security guard smiled. He had seen this kind of thing many times, and knew that if he didn't let it go, he would probably have to pester him. The other party was still young, or It's better to leave it to the people upstairs to handle it.

"Okay, thank you!" Xu Zhi replied politely.

The security guard walked over and made a phone call. After 2 minutes, he waved the two of them over.

Following the elevator to the 8th floor, the door opened and the security guard said: "We're already here. Just go to their front desk and they will take you in!"

"Okay, thank you."

Xu Zhi walked directly to the front desk and explained the matter briefly. The little girl at the front desk was naturally familiar with this kind of thing. Although she was surprised at the age of Xu Zhi and Xu Zhi, she still took them into a conference room.

"This tea smells so good! Why don't you drink it, Dazhi?" Wu Peng was still a teenager at heart and had no idea of ​​the seriousness of this moment.

After waiting for a while, the door of the conference room opened and a middle-aged man about 40 years old walked in.

When the middle-aged man saw the two people in the conference room, he was stunned for a moment and said, "Are you just here to submit a manuscript? A novel?"

Xu Zhi stood up, nodded and said, "Yes."

The middle-aged man was a bit dumbfounded: "How old are you this year? You are still in school. Why did you come here to submit an article?"

"Can't students come to vote?" Xu Zhi replied awkwardly. Age is not a problem. The key is that he failed to enter the fifth school. If the other party knew this, it would be embarrassing.

The middle-aged man smiled and replied: "It's not impossible, but generally it doesn't meet the requirements. We can't accept everyone's submission, otherwise no matter how many of us there are, we won't have time to read it!"

"What request?" Xu Zhi asked.

The middle-aged man sat down and said: "Generally speaking, we in Ming Pao only accept novels from well-known writers. The manuscripts of these writers can go directly to the editor-in-chief's office!"

After a pause, he said with a smile: "I haven't introduced you yet. My name is Ding Tianming. I am responsible for confirming the identity of novel manuscript writers in Mingpao!"

Xu Zhidao: "Apart from famous writers, don't you read other people's manuscripts?"

Ding Tianming replied: "It's not that I don't want to read it. Xiangjiang is not big, and there are many well-known writers. Generally speaking, we all know each other. However, newcomers also have opportunities, but there must be several prerequisites!"

"What are the conditions?" Wu Peng asked from the side.

Ding Tianming took a sip of tea and said: "If you are not well-known, you must have certain academic qualifications, such as those from the University of Hong Kong or the University of Hong Kong or those studying abroad, priority will be given to the Chinese Department, but we will also accept other legal and history courses. Or you have published some articles in other small newspapers or books and periodicals before. If you have them, you can bring these newspapers over and we can accept your manuscript after confirmation."

Xu Zhi fell silent after finishing the conversation. He had never thought that there were so many conditions for submitting a manuscript!

Then he asked: "Is there no other way?"

Ding Tianming said: "Usually it's not available. If there are recommendations from other writers, that's fine too. However, this kind of thing usually goes directly to the editor. I've never encountered this before."

Xu Zhi asked unwillingly: "Are you so sure that others can't write good articles?"

"It's not that you can't write it, it's that we won't accept it. You should know how much a long novel consumes the resources of a newspaper. Even if you only serialize 2,000 words a day, it will use up one page of the newspaper. How many pages are there in a newspaper? For We can't be careless in this regard." Seeing that Xu Zhi refused to give up, Ding Tianming explained: "If you just wrote some short stories such as prose stories, our Mingpao will have dedicated people to review the quality, or we will ask you from home You can mail it, and we will check it. But novels are not written overnight. It is basically impossible for a person to suddenly write a novel with good articles. After all, he will have experience in this area before. You don’t have any prerequisites. If I accept it today I have received your manuscript, let alone whether it will pass. Once the news gets out, I am afraid that many people from your classmates and society will come over to submit manuscripts. It is also because you are a student that I explained to you, otherwise I would have Just left."

Xu Zhi thought for a while and smiled: "I'm already here anyway, why don't you just take a look, it won't take long."

Ding Tianming shook his head: "The rules are the rules. It's not a matter of how much time. No matter how good you write in the front, we can't see the content behind. Who knows what will happen in the future? And I am only responsible for the reception. Can the manuscript be delivered? It doesn’t matter what I said, the editor-in-chief must provide an introduction to the author’s identity for outside manuscripts. Without this introduction, even if I send it to him, he may not read it!”

Seeing that Xu Zhi didn't seem to give up, Ding Tianming asked again: "How many novels have you written? How many words in total?"

Xu Zhi replied: "I have written about 70,000 to 80,000 words, and the total length should be 1 million words!"

Ding Tianming thought for a while and said: "Well, there is actually another way. I'll wait until you have more words before sending it over. If you write enough words, the editor-in-chief will also read it!"

Xu Zhi asked: "How many words should I write?"

"At least 200,000! If it is not finished, there must be a follow-up outline! The reason why we do it is because many people spend a long time thinking about a good beginning, but they actually report it to the daily writing task On the contrary, it will force the quality to decline. If this happens, no matter how our newspaper handles it, it will be wrong. If you continue to ask you to write about poor quality, you will be scolded by customers. If you are directly removed from the shelves, I am afraid you will be scolded even more harshly." Ding Tianming explained: "Actually, this is also a test. After all, you have no experience. We are very cautious about long novels. The fact that you wrote 200,000 yuan shows that you really have the perseverance and really want to do this. But as mentioned before, it is not easy to write so many words. You will definitely be able to pass it, but maybe the editor-in-chief will throw it away after reading a thousand words, and then your hundreds of thousands of words will be in vain!"

"Yes." Xu Zhi nodded and asked, "Do you have any other requirements?"

Ding Tianming replied: "There's nothing else. One more thing you have to pay attention to is that even if the novel is chosen by us, it will take a long time before it can be reported!"

Xu Zhi asked: "Why?"

Ding Tianming said: "The serialization of novels takes a long time. Currently, there are only 6 articles in the newspapers under Ming Pao. The fastest one will not be serialized until half a year. And there are already several candidate novels, so ….”

Xu Zhi nodded in disappointment. He didn't expect that things would turn out like this. He thought he would submit a manuscript. With Kunlun's literary talent, he was more than 90% sure that the other party would like him. Before he came, he was still struggling with whether he could not reach his level. What to do with the psychological price?

Unexpectedly, I didn’t even have a chance!