1978 Synthetic Writers - Chapter 505: It’s Over, Jiang Xian Set Me Up

In recent years, with the increase in the number of Jiang Xian's published works and the activation of the autonomous synthesis function, the system has rarely provided him with novels that require him to collect inspiration to unlock.

Basically, every time the system synthesizes a novel, Jiang Xian sees it as a reward sequence.

However, this time the synthesis sequence that appeared in my mind was: "【Youth from Beijing】+【Replace】=Novel "???"" and it did not directly unlock the novel.

Instead, after the two inspirations, the task of collecting progress appeared again.

【Replace】（0/100）

"This is a familiar feeling." Jiang Xian took a deep breath. The chess he had played and the rice tofu he had eaten for progress appeared in front of his eyes and in his mouth again.

Rice tofu.After all these years, I still feel a sour feeling in my stomach when I think of this thing.

Why is it necessary to collect?

In his opinion, the system reduces the difficulty of synthesis as his status increases, which should be to stimulate him to create more novels.

This time the system has actively increased the difficulty of synthesis.

There is only one answer:The rewards have been increased.

Jiang Xian had experienced this before. After completing the synthesis, the system actively increased the rewards and gave him things like random inspiration, including the function of autonomous synthesis, which was also rewarded to him in this way.

This made Jiang Xian unable to suppress his curiosity.

"replace?"

"How do you replace it?"

Jiang Xian sat in the back seat and pondered for a long time, "Xiao Hui."

"Pull over for a moment."

"Hey."

Xu Chenhui lightly stepped on the brakes, slowly stopped the car on the side of the road, then turned around and looked at Jiang Xian.

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Xian hesitated for three seconds, looked out the window, and said:

"Well, Xiao Xu, go buy me a pack of cigarettes."

"You're out of rations?"

Xu Chenhui quickly reached into his arms, fumbled around for a few times, and took out a bag of yellow fruit trees. "Brother Jiang, I still have a few."

"You're welcome. This is what you gave me." Xu Chenhui said with a giggle.

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Jiang Xian was silent for a while, then took the Huangguoshu from his hand and said, "Then go buy me a bottle of Jianlibao."

"Jianlibao, I wonder if there is any."

"Hey."

No matter how dumb Xu Chenhui was, he understood that this was an excuse his leader used to get rid of him. After getting off the car, he couldn't help but slap himself twice, blaming himself for being stupid and not being able to figure it out.

He ran swiftly to the nearest supply and marketing cooperative and bought a bottle of Jianlibao. He then stood on the side of the road and smoked a cigarette. He glanced at his watch and thought it was about time, so he ran back to where the car was parked.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang."

"Hey, Brother Jiang, why are you sitting here?"

"Have you bought the drinks?"

“I bought it.”

Jiang Xian sat in the driver's seat, took the Jianlibao, unscrewed it and took a sip, and found that the progress of [replacement] in his mind had not increased at all.

He put down the drink in his hand and tapped the steering wheel. "Xiao Xu, I was thinking, I ride in a car every day, but I've never driven this thing. I'll drive it for you today."

"Will you open it for me?"

Xu Chenhui became anxious.

If you drive it for me, won’t I be unemployed?"No, Brother Jiang, it's not appropriate. I'm your driver, can I still let you drive?"

"Ouch."

Xu Chenhui sat in the car and asked, "Can you drive?"

Jiang Xian smiled and made up an excuse, "I've watched you drive every day, so I guess you've learned it."

"That's the clutch, that's the brake, and that's the accelerator. Ouch, slow down!"

The black Volga was driving steadily on the road. Xu Chenhui watched Jiang Xian changing gears all the way, and his jaw almost dropped in shock.

"Brother Jiang, I didn't realize you can drive so well?!"

"I have followed transport a few times when I went to the countryside before, and they taught me."

"No wonder."

"Okay, I won't drive in, you go back." Jiang Xian pushed the door and got out of the car.

"Okay, then Brother Jiang, you should go back early." Xu Chenhui happily got down from the passenger seat.

Jiang Xian turned around and entered the corridor. At the same time, a familiar prompt popped up in his mind.

"Inspiration [Replacement] Progress +1, Current Progress (1/100)"

When I opened the door, the people who spoke were not Zhu Lin, but Zhu's mother and Rao Yuemei.

Zhu Lin was not at home. Recently Bertolucci was going to Northeast China to shoot location scenes, and the entire crew except Jiang Xian went with him.

There was no one at home to take care of Jiang Niannian, so the grandmother and the grandmother moved in quickly.

"Dad~"

Jiang Xian picked up his own sweet and tender little Majesty and kissed him twice on the face.

Because the stubble on his face was a bit itchy, the little emperor turned his face away in disgust.

"Hmm~"

"Haha." Jiang Xian laughed a few times, held her to the kitchen door, and saw Rao Yuemei busy cooking.

"Noodles with soybean paste, and I'll make a plate of pickled cabbage."

"Let me do it."

Jiang Xian put the little Majesty on the ground and snatched the spatula from Rao Yuemei's hand.

"I'll do it for you."

Rao Yuemei was dumbfounded. "Stop making trouble and get out. This is not the place for you."

"It's okay. It's just pickled cabbage. I can cook it."

Jiang Xian grabbed a handful of the yellow cabbage in his hand, and then put the stems and leaves that his mother had just drained into the pot.

Two spoons of aged vinegar, one spoon of light soy sauce, one spoon of sugar, half a spoon of salt, one spoon of starch, and half a bowl of water.

One time is to pour it on the side of the pot to enhance the fragrance.

One time is to add sauce to add flavor.

With a "sizzling" sound, a fragrance came out of the pot. Even Jiang Niannian could smell it and kept swallowing his saliva while standing beside Jiang Xian's legs.

"Okay, take it out of the pot."

"Inspiration [Replacement] Progress +1, Current Progress (2/100)"

"Fuck you." Jiang Xian spat.

Now he understood the collection method. The first progress +1 was driving for Xu Chenhui, and the second progress +1 was cooking for his mother. In short, it was a hundred times for others.

Now I have to be helpful.

"Is it driving okay?"

"Row."

There was a hint of dejection in Xu Chenhui's voice.

I wondered why my editor-in-chief suddenly liked driving?

If this continues, he will soon be out of work.

The Writers Association has secured a total of four and a half floors in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles building.

The Writers Publishing House uses the 4th floor, and the Literary Gazette uses the 6th floor.

There is also a 5th floor, which is shared by People's Literature, People's Digest and Poetry Magazine.

"Teacher Xinwu." As soon as he came in, Jiang Xian bumped into an acquaintance and called out in a friendly manner.

"Editor-in-Chief."

Liu Xinwu took a breath and called out softly.

He really wanted to curse.

Looking at the empty and tidy office, he sat down on the chair and a different feeling arose spontaneously.

The taste of power is really fascinating."Editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief."

Jiang Xian had just sat down for a few seconds when Zhu Wei pushed the door open and came in, looking exhausted.

"Back from Shanghai?"

"Why don't you go home and clean up?"

"Won't come back."

Zhu Wei waved his hand, took out a stack of manuscript paper from his bag and spread it on the table in front of Jiang Xian, "I have gained a lot from this trip. Please take a look at this manuscript."

"Liu Yong's?"

Jiang Xian glanced at him and said, "Mi Zhou, what do you think?"

“Excellent!”

Zhu Wei's eyes lit up as he spoke. "It's clearly a realistic writing style, but he can actually write about a mysterious horror. Liu Yong will definitely have his own place in avant-garde writing in the future."

"hehe."

"oops."

Zhu Wei's face turned red.

"Editor-in-chief, you misunderstood. I didn't want to go. I just felt, felt. How could anyone tell that this person has extraordinary literary talent just from a letter? Who would have thought that Liu Yong could really give me such a surprise? This time, you really opened my eyes."

When Zhu Wei said this, he was convinced.

He also believed that he was not the only one who had such doubts about Jiang Xian. Who could believe it if it happened to anyone?

Zhu Wei couldn't help but imagine that if "Lost Boat" caused a sensation in the literary world after it was published, the waves caused by this story of compiling manuscripts would definitely not be much less than that caused by this article.

This is so legendary.

"so."

He doesn't even need to read "Lost Boat".

This is Ge Fei's famous work. It was this article that made him famous in the literary world and established his position in avant-garde literature.

Zhu Wei really struck gold on this trip.

"You can go to Shanghai again, or you can call Ge Liuyong to Beijing and ask him to sign a contract with us."

"Yes, sign a contract. From now on, he must show his finished manuscripts to People's Literature first. You have to do this quickly."

"Row."

“Please keep this contract template. If you find any new writers with potential in the future, sign this contract with them so that People’s Literature will give priority to their manuscripts.”

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This is to implement the "marking tactics" before new writers like Ge Fei become famous.

This sense of crisis.He is truly worthy of being a writer whose manuscripts were once sought after by dozens of publications across the country. None of the writers' little thoughts can escape his control because he has experienced them all.

As the editor-in-chief of People's Literature, the work is not easy.

Because the works published now are subject to three reviews and three proofreadings. The so-called three reviews are: initial review, re-review and final review, which are generally carried out by the responsible editor, editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief or deputy editor.

But there are always many controversial and "dangerous" works that need to be sent to Jiang Xian for him to make the final decision.

Therefore, his editing style, whether loose or tight, determines the final tone of the publication.

The whole company is keeping an eye on this work and nothing can be done carelessly. Jiang Xian also feels the difficulty of this job.

It's just jumping on the edge of death repeatedly.

In fact, he still has an advantage. After all, he comes from the future, and of course he knows clearly what can be tolerated and what cannot be tolerated.

"I have written these final opinions." Jiang Xian stretched, called Zhu Wei, and handed him a stack of manuscripts.

"Are there any more manuscripts to review?" he asked.

"Gone."

"do not."

Jiang Xian nodded at him and said, "Give me the manuscripts that were sent to the other deputy editors. I will review them for them."

"You for them?"

Zhu Wei hesitated, "This"

"I see."

Zhu Wei was touched.

You are truly worthy of being Editor-in-Chief Jiang.

We will continue to publish publications as always.

"Row."

Zhu Wei left Jiang Xian's office and turned around to see Ding Ziyi, an editor-in-chief, holding a manuscript.

"Where should I send this manuscript?"

"It just passed the second review. I've notified Deputy Editor-in-Chief Liu and sent it to him for the final review."

Zhu Wei stopped him and said, "Send it to Editor-in-Chief Jiang. Editor-in-Chief Jiang has to personally review all recent manuscripts."

"Is it."

Ding Ziyi was surprised.

I didn't expect Jiang Xian to be so hardworking.

When I went over to ask, I found out that Jiang Xian had taken it away.

Are you trying to undermine me?

Am I being set up by Jiang Xian?Otherwise, what other reason would you have to take the manuscript away?Liu Xinwu pondered for a few seconds, confirmed the reason, and became furious.

Jiang Xian, don't go too far!(End of this chapter)