Everyone looked at Gao Xiang in disbelief.

"Is Aimang starting to write novels again so soon?"

"This speed is too exaggerated."

"Mr. Gao said he just started creating, and he didn't say how much he has created. Maybe he just has an idea. I know these writers very well. It takes at least a year from creation to publication."

"Haha, yes, I guess it won't be published until next year's selection by the great masters."

"Based on the results this year, I think Liu Qingfan will do his part."

"Based purely on cumulative sales, Liu Qingfan is indeed better."

"How can we just look at sales? Aimang will definitely suffer in terms of sales if he only has one full-length novel, but in terms of literary influence, Aimang is higher than Liu Qingfan."

Jia Zhexuan did not participate in the debate. He kept paying attention to Gao Xiang's expression and said with a smile, "Let's listen to the editor-in-chief. What stage has Aimang's book reached?"

Everyone looked at Gao Xiang again.

Gao Xiang said calmly again, "Aimang sent me the beginning two days ago, and I guess the rest will be sent to me soon. If nothing happens, it will be published this month."

Gao Xiang calmly seemed to be talking about an extremely ordinary thing. It seemed that the new sales of Aimang should be available so soon, and should be published this month.

He was calm, but others present were not.

"Isn't Aimang's "Eugénie Grandet" published just last month?" Fan Dongxin said with wide eyes.

Gao Xiang nodded slightly, "Yes."

"Is there a new book coming out so soon, or is it a long one?" Li Ziyi confirmed again in surprise.

"Yes." Gao Xiang answered in the affirmative again.

"This is almost impossible. What kind of hand speed does Aimang have?" Even Meng Haiyang thought this was an incredible thing.

"Haha, what else is impossible with Aimang? But it's not just hand speed, it's brain speed." Jia Zhexuan said with a laugh.

"What is the theme of Aimang's new book?" Fan Dongxin asked.

"Sports, basketball." Gao Xiang said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Dongxin, who was still frowning, laughed, "Basketball? This book will definitely hit the streets."

"There has never been a novel about sports competition that has sold well, and all the novels have been sold out. Now no one writes about sports anymore," Li Ziyi added.

Meng Haiyang also said in confusion, "Didn't you check Aimang's subject matter? It's really difficult to achieve results in sports."

Jia Zhexuan was also a little surprised. He had already guessed that Gao Xiang and Mimi must have contacted Aimang to urge them to publish new works. He also guessed that Aimang should have written a novel. If it was a short story, Gao Xiang's character would have already

I just published it, why did I keep covering it up?

But he didn't think of the subject of Aimang.

Gao Xiang lightly knocked on the table, and everyone quickly fell silent.

"When Aimang's new book is published, we will decide on this year's candidate for the master. Let's end today's meeting here."

After Gao Xiang left, the editors did not leave immediately. Everyone was still talking about Aimang's new book and the appointment with the great god.

"It's impossible for anyone to watch sports. What is Lao Gao thinking?" Fan Dongxin said unconvinced.

"You don't have to worry. Liu Qingfan will definitely get the spot in the Great God's Appointment this time. Even if Aimang's book is published, the sales volume will not be good."

"I'm not optimistic about sports."

"I'm not optimistic either."

Several editors-in-chief expressed their disapproval of Aimang's new book. Originally, everyone admired Aimang's writing ability, but they were still wavering between Liu Qingfan and Aimang, and were in a neutral state.

Especially when Gao Xiang said that Aimang was going to publish a new book, the editor-in-chief, who had originally remained neutral, was leaning toward Aimang.

But when they learned that Aimang's new book was actually about sports, the part that originally favored Aimang turned to Liu Qingfan.

Jia Zhexuan and Meng Haiyang both sided with Aimang. They both had collaborated with Aimang. However, when Gao Xiang revealed that Aimang's new book was about sports, the two of them stopped talking.

Gao Xiang returned to the office and dialed Aimang's phone number.

"When can you give me 200,000 words?" Gao Xiang asked decisively.

Lin Yu was on the set. He really had a lot of things going on recently. He thought for a moment and said, "About half a month."

"Okay, I want the first volume in half a month." Gao Xiang had no unnecessary nonsense this time.

Others are not optimistic about sports novels, so why not him?

Gao Xiang has read countless articles, and some of the manuscripts he has written are a mess, while others are a mess.

Although he can't give much to the writer in terms of writing style, it's hard to determine what readers will like. A big hit really depends on fate, but a small hit definitely depends on strength, so good subject matter is basically half the battle.

The moment Gao Xiang saw the title of Aimang's new book, his eyebrows knitted together.

He thought that Aimang would follow the path of many young writers, which would hurt Zhongyong and make everyone lose sight of him.

Many young and famous writers publish one or two popular books and then never write anything beyond their famous works.

He was afraid that Ai Mang would be like this too, and he planned to have a serious discussion with Ai Mang after reading the beginning.

But after reading 30,000 words, Gao Xiang's mind changed.

But he wasn't sure, because no one could be sure of readers' tastes.

Maybe someone will tell you to quit the book when they see the title, without even reading the content.

But Gao Xiang still decided to give Aimang this chance. He had already guessed the reaction of the editors when he told Aimang that his new book was about sports competition.

Even if Gao Xiang believes in Aimang in his heart, after all, if he believes it ten thousand times, it will not be as loud as the final result of the work.

And I just happened to be selected by a great master. If Aimang's new book really hits the streets, Gao Xiang will deal with it impartially. This year's great master must be Liu Qingfan.

Lin Yu naturally didn't know all this, because in his heart, he never thought that "Slam Dunk" would hit the streets, so he naturally didn't have those worries caused by worries.

...

Fifteen days later.

Lin Yu handed the manuscript to Gao Xiang as scheduled.

In his mind, he just felt that Gao Xiang was a workaholic and always rushed for manuscripts.

What he didn't know was that in the magazine Gao Xiang had been suppressing the matter of criticizing the masters, just waiting for the data after the publication of Aimang's new book.

As soon as the manuscript was sent here, Gao Xiang immediately arranged for someone to proofread and typeset it.

"Aimang's new book is about to be published."

"The one about competitive sports?"

"Yes, it is said that the editor-in-chief is very optimistic about it. If the sales are good, I think Liu Qingfan and Aimang will have a good time."

"I still don't like sports-themed novels."

"I'm not optimistic either. But it's useless for us not to be optimistic. The editor-in-chief believes in Aimang."

"Whether you believe it or not is temporary. Sales volume does not lie."
Chapter completed!