After knocking the entire stack of manuscripts on the table and sorting them out, I let out a sigh of relief. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, but there were still many people in the editorial department busy in and out.We're all night owls, and probably because we writers are night owls. "Master Wushi." The editor-in-charge, Ms. Fu Baizhizuozi, who was sitting across from me, called me. Miss Fu Bai said, "How do you feel about this time?" She pointed to the place where the beginning of September was on the desk calendar.

"Well...Actually, it can be earlier, such as near here." I pointed to the last day of August. "Huh, really? That's how it is... Uh, but is it really possible? Can the teacher really finish it on this day? It's too late to regret it now! You can't tell me later, it still takes another week. ? Really really want to book on this day?" "it should be no problem." "I understand...Since Teacher Wu Shi said so, I have to be enlightened... Hey!" Ms. Fu Bai drew a circle on the desk calendar with a red marker, and the other editors who saw her action from the other side of the partition showed surprised expressions. It seemed that it should be a desk calendar shared by everyone.I seem to have thought of this after I finished drawing, so I covered the desk calendar on the table, but unfortunately even this action was seen.

This man named Fu Baizhizuozi was only twenty-seven years old, and he already held the title of editor-in-chief. He must be an outstanding talent.However, because she is petite, baby-faced, careless, flustered and indiscreet, it is hard to believe that she is actually good.It is said that she is now quietly tearing off the page of the desk calendar with a red circle, folding it and hiding it in her file pile, but this action was completely noticed by the editor just now. "Then, this revision is scheduled to be submitted on the 30th..." Ms. Fu Bai, who felt satisfied that she had accomplished the perfect crime, said:

"Next, Teacher Wushi." "yes." "I just asked straight to the point." "it is good." "Do you have an idea for your next work?" To be honest, no. However, because there was still a vague direction that could not be called a conception, I replied, "Actually, there is a vague direction", and then Ms. Fu Bai also replied, "A vague direction...", which was really a conversation without content. . "So what direction is it?" "Well... Next time I want to change the genre and try to write about contemporary themes."

"Oh? That's great. I like contemporary themes, such as suspense or reasoning." "Well, although I haven't even decided what type of novel it is. For now, I can listen to Miss Fu Bai's opinion. What kind of work do you want to read?" After thinking about it for a while, Ms. Fu Bai said: "Interesting work!" I responded with a confused smile. "What's so funny about this?" "No, that... Although I also think that if I can write interesting works, then it doesn't matter what genre it is..." But as a newcomer, I really don't have the confidence that when I hear "I want to see interesting works", I can directly answer "Then I will write interesting things".

"Since we have to make the story interesting before the novel is published, wouldn't it be quicker to aim for that from the beginning?" "That's right." "Mr. Wu Shi is still very young, so I have to set my goal higher!" "Although we want to order a little higher, but how high should we aim at?" "Isn't this kind of thing decided from the beginning?" "Naoki Award or something?" "what." She laughed through her nose. How far-reaching is Miss Fu Bai's goal to actually dismiss Naoki Shang? "Listen well, Teacher Wushi, there is only one target we should aim at."

"yes." "That's 'the funniest novel in the world'."