In a crowded residential building in Yanjing City, Meng Haiyang was enjoying a rare early bedtime.

Ever since the "Sea of ​​Stars" short novel literary award started, his life has not been so easy.

The literary market has been in a downturn recently, and every magazine is pretty much the same, so Yue Du is neither too good nor too bad. The editor-in-chief only nags him occasionally, but doesn't scold him too much.

But now the big boss has chosen their magazine to launch the "Stars and Seas" short novel literary award, and they have made the prize money so huge.

Everyone is staring at this event and what kind of work will be competed in the end.

It is said that a brave man will be rewarded.

But as far as the current reaction from the editors is concerned, they are all idiots.

Meng Haiyang worked as an editor-in-chief in his middle age, and he is better than the worst. The three of them live in a commercial house of more than 70 square meters. It takes more than an hour to commute to and from get off work. The children study nearby. Although it is not a famous school, it is still considered

It’s not bad, it’s still better than the previous one.

Life was okay at first, but recently I was often made dizzy by the editor-in-chief because of Xingchenhai’s activities.

The editor-in-chief said that the magazine is a whole, and everyone will be prosperous and suffer losses.

Therefore, such an important activity as Stars and Sea cannot be the task of one department, but should be completed by all departments together.

Each department has to come up with a short story as an alternative work, and the choice is ultimately given to the readers.

On the surface it looks like all departments are cooperating, but in fact it is a competitive relationship.

In the end, whoever can come up with the short story that satisfies readers the most will win.

Which article is submitted is so crucial.

The editors worked overtime to conduct the audition, and it was not easy for the editor-in-chief Meng Haiyang.

Every day the editor would send him various short stories that he thought were pretty good.

But in Meng Haiyang's opinion, those articles were inferior to shit.

He scolded the editor below.

The editor-in-chief scolded him again as the editor-in-chief.

Not only was he scolded, but all the editors-in-chief were scolded. There were too many novels submitted, and some famous writers ended up. It was difficult to weigh them, and it was even more difficult to select works that could compete for awards.

After finally reading the last novel sent by the editor today, Meng Haiyang wanted to have an early sleep.

He had just fallen asleep when a harsh cell phone ring rang.

Normally he would have hung up the phone.

But now it was during the event, and the editor-in-chief would occasionally call him very late. Meng Haiyang's hand that had already touched the phone subconsciously shrank.

He jumped up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, and saw the name flashing on the screen clearly.

Zhang Xiaochu?

Meng Haiyang's face darkened.

Why is a young editor who has just joined the job making a phone call so late?

You must be sick.

Meng Haiyang hung up the phone directly and continued to sleep.

Not long after hanging up, the phone rang again.

Meng Haiyang reached out and held the phone in front of his eyes.

It's Zhang Xiaochu again.

Meng Haiyang answered the phone and said angrily, "We can't talk about anything tomorrow. It's already so late. Don't you know that everyone else is sleeping?"

For Meng Haiyang, the only thing that can relieve his stress is sleeping time every day, so he is very angry at the moment.

Zhang Xiaochu looked at the time on his desk and saw that it was already 11:30 pm. It turned out that he had worked overtime until so late.

"I'm sorry, Editor Meng, I really didn't know you were already asleep. I just read a particularly excellent short story." Zhang Xiaochu said excitedly.

"I receive excellent short stories in my mailbox every day. Please send them to my mailbox first." Meng Haiyang said sternly.

Zhang Xiaochu refused to give up, "I have sent it to your mailbox. Can you please take a look? It's really good."

Meng Haiyang scratched his hair in frustration. He wanted to get angry, but thinking that the editor was still working overtime to read the manuscript, he said patiently, "You have worked overtime until so late. Go home and rest quickly, and pay attention to safety on the road."

"Take a look, I promise, as long as you take a look, our team won't have to work overtime in the future." Zhang Xiaochu insisted.

Meng Haiyang helplessly raised his forehead, "Okay, I'll take a look now, you go home first."

"Okay, you must watch it. Watch it now, please." Zhang Xiaochu just graduated from college this year and joined Yuedu in July. She is very motivated to work.

Since the editor agreed to watch it now, Zhang Xiaochu hung up the phone with satisfaction, packed his things and went home.

Wait until you get home and then call the editor-in-chief to ask him what he thinks after reading it.

The more Zhang Xiaochu thought about it, the more excited she became. "Chameleon" is definitely the best short story she has read in a while, bar none.

Meng Haiyang threw the phone aside. He really wanted to lie down on the bed and sleep, and to hell with any novels.

Less than two seconds after he lay down, he suddenly sat up, shook his head helplessly, put on some clothes and got out of bed, and turned on the computer.

"chameleon".

Writing about animals?

The author is Aimang.

The author is not a familiar writer either.

Meng Haiyang's interest disappeared by half in an instant.

If it is another mediocre novel, Zhang Xiaochu will be severely criticized in the meeting tomorrow morning. No matter how hard you work without professional ability, the editorial department does not need employees who cannot create value.

Meng Haiyang clicked on the document.

The author's writing technique is very special. It seems a bit difficult to pronounce, but it is very distinctive and makes me want to continue reading.

Meng Haiyang's frown gradually relaxed.

I wanted to browse ten lines at a glance, but I couldn't do it at all. There are only more than 2,000 words of short stories, and there is not a word of nonsense. Let alone ten lines at a glance. If you don't read a certain sentence carefully, the subsequent plot will be a bit unconnected and reversed.

Too much.

Ochumelov flatters his superiors and bullies his subordinates. His flattering and humble look when he hears the word "general" is in sharp contrast to Khliudin's arrogance. However, all of this is actually through his praise and criticism of a dog.

embodied.

Meng Haiyang seemed to be watching the farce happening immersively. It was so exciting that he almost applauded it.

The article uses more than two thousand words to express it, but in reality it may only take a few minutes, Ochumelov actually went through five transformations.

It fully embodies his characteristics of being adaptable and flattering, good at changing his color to adapt to the surrounding environment, and is cleverly combined with the chameleon's characteristic of changing color to adapt to the surrounding environment.

Through the description of the five changes of color, ruthless ridicule, bitter satire and thorough exposure of the ugly faces of people like Ochumelov.

If the dog belongs to an ordinary citizen, Ochumelov will kill the puppy, punish the dog owner, and profit from it. If the dog belongs to a general or the general's brother, he will flatter and take the opportunity to please, intimidate and oppress the people.

Meng Haiyang has read countless articles and was deeply shocked by this short story.

Every character in the article seems to represent a certain type of person.

The flattering and slavish officer Ochumelov.

The cowardly, humble, and incompetent patrolman seemed to have the task of dressing and taking off Ochumelov's coat, but every word he said promoted Ochumelov's change of color.

There is also poor Helujin, a working people living at the bottom of society, numb and callous, struggling hard in the mud.

What surprised Meng Haiyang even more was the group of spectators.

They should be ordinary people at the bottom of society like Heliujin. However, when Heliujin complained that he was bitten by a dog and did not receive a fair trial in the end, they did not help him redress his injustice, but "laughed" without saying a word.

No sympathy.

These onlookers suddenly pop out when something happens on the street. It seems that watching the excitement is the most meaningful thing in their lives. They are ignorant, ignorant and insensitive.

Meng Haiyang stood up excitedly, picked up his cell phone and called Zhang Xiaochu.

"Xiao Chu, from tomorrow on, our team won't have to work overtime."

Originally, Zhang Xiaochu wanted to wait until she got home and send Meng Haiyang a message to ask about the situation. Unexpectedly, she received a call from Meng Haiyang before she got home.
Chapter completed!