Chapter 190 Necklace

Chapter 190 Necklace

With the decision-making of tribal literature, all Qin Qi short story writers who are not low in level have basically received the invitation to create from the platform, including Lin Yuan, who also received a call from Wei Long, one of the editor-in-chief of the platform, who introduced this project in detail. Activities.

"short story?"

It was only then that Lin Yuan remembered that he still had two short stories that had not been published.

Now it's time for the merger of Qin and Qi, and the first prize of tribal literature is worth a million!

Even if I can't get the first prize, the second prize and the third prize are still worth it.

Yes.

Lin Yuan felt that no matter which of the two works he had left, it would not be a problem to enter the top three.

"Do you have any work now..."

Wei Long was a little nervous. After "The Death of a Little Civil Servant" was released, he approached Chu Kuang more than once, but Chu Kuang kept saying that he had no inspiration.

So he wasn't sure if Chu Kuang had any recent short stories that could be published in March.

"have."

Lin Yuan said decisively.

Wei Long breathed a sigh of relief, feeling happy: "I'll send you the email in a while, so when will you send the work?"

"In a few days."

"Okay, then you have to hurry up, we have to release it in March..."

"no problem."

Lin Yuan agreed very simply.

Of course, he had to be straightforward, Lin Yuan was very satisfied with the conditions this time.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuan went to the set with his computer on the same day.

As a screenwriter, Lin Yuan rarely intervened in the actual filming of "Tang Bohu Spots Autumn Fragrance".

Because Yi Chenggong filmed according to his requirements, while the butler Shen Qing mainly focused on the logistics of the crew.

He has enough time to do his own thing on 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 some emergencies.

He found a place to code in a secluded place, and then began to think about which novel to choose.

pick one of two.

After thinking about it, Lin Yuan finally made a decision.

He typed two words on the document:

necklace.

As a short story, the full text of "The Necklace" is only more than 5,000 words, and it didn't take Lin Yuan much time to write it.

What he really needs to work on is nothing more than adjusting the background of the novel.

【Many beautiful and attractive women in the world are often born in poor and humble families out of a trick of fate...

She has no dowry assets, no means or hope of making a man of money and status know her, understand her, love her, and marry her; The little 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 master of short stories as famous as O'Henry, Maupassant's style is different from O'Henry's, but their respective masterpieces are undoubtedly excellent.

This is the source of Lin Yuan's confidence in "The Necklace".

As for the background adjustment, Lin Yuan is already familiar with it.

However, in order to avoid mistakes, Lin Yuan still spent two hours perfecting the new background of the novel, and carefully checking it, trying to make the story look as flawless as possible.

...

While Lin Yuan was writing "The Necklace", Wei Long, who finished the phone call, reported the situation to Han Jimei, Chief Operating Officer of Tribal Literature.

at this time.

The editors contacted the writers one after another, and reported the situation to Han Jimei with their lists.

"Wen Da...Shen Gongwei...Yuemei..."

Han Jimei looked at the lists in her hand, her face paled.

Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man.

No matter from which level you look at it, the lineup of short story writers of tribal literature this time is more luxurious than that of the last event!

And the names that appear in these lists are all famous characters in the short story world.

With the joining of these people, Han Jimei felt that the traffic of tribal literature in March would definitely not be too bad.

It was Weilong's turn to send the list of writers.

Han Jimei looked at it, and his eyes suddenly paused.

"Chu crazy."

There is Chu Kuang in this list?

Han Jimei couldn't help showing a smile: "This is the champion writer of our last event. With him participating, this event will become more meaningful."

"Has Chu Kuang participated?"

The editor-in-chief next to him was a little surprised, and immediately smiled and said: "It is indeed a good thing that he can participate. Although the lineup is more gorgeous this time, 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 shows that our event has a bit of inheritance, I think this event can be held every year in the future, and it will become a characteristic event of our tribal literature."

Han Jimmy nodded.

This is not a bad idea.

Wei Long said with a smile: "I didn't expect much at first. Before, Chu Kuang rejected my invitations for manuscripts several times, saying that he had no inspiration, but this time Chu Kuang probably also wants to make his name in the new market. After all The readership has fully 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 time is not comparable to that of the last group. If you want to get a good ranking again, it may not be so easy even for Chu Kuang."

"Not always."

Wei Long couldn't help retorting: "I think Chu Kuang's strength is not inferior to those big-name 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-name writers mentioned before."

The editor-in-chief didn't argue, just smiled and said, "I hope so too."

The writers invited by tribal literature, of course, the higher the level, the better.

at this time.

Suddenly an editor-in-chief hurried in from outside the door, with a panicked expression on his face, he said, "Something went wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Han Jimei frowned slightly.

The editor-in-chief said with a bitter face: "I just called Teacher Feng Hua and wanted to invite him to participate in this event, but he refused..."

"Feng Hua?"

The editor-in-chief was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Isn't it normal for Mr. Feng Hua to reject us? He is a big shot in the field of short stories. He is known as one of the three chariots in the field of short stories. He is the real top. Famous only writes one short story a year, but this year he has already written a novel, I didn't expect you to try to invite him."

"But the problem is..."

The editor-in-chief said helplessly: "Teacher Feng Hua rejected me, not because he didn't want to participate in our tribal literature activities, but because he had already accepted the blog invitation, which he told me personally!"

Crash!

As soon as this word came out.

Everyone's face changed!

Even Han Jimei suddenly felt that the gorgeous list in his hand was no longer fragrant.