After listening to Liu Jiao's words, Lin Yu just smiled and said nothing.

Liu Jiao continued, "Mr. Lin, when you have time, you can read some of the top-selling books in Menglai Literature. They are really good. And they don't need to use your brain. They are very enjoyable to read."

Qian Yu had never read a book on a new literature website and asked curiously, "Is it really so good?"

Liu Jiao nodded, took out her phone, opened a novel she had read, and handed it to Qian Yu.

Qian Yu clicked on the novel in a novel way.

ten minutes later.

"I don't like reading it. The supporting characters all look like fools, and is the protagonist cheating? Apart from being a bit sad at the beginning, it's too smooth later on." Qian Yu really can't appreciate this type of novel.

Liu Jiao laughed loudly, "It's just because not everyone likes this type of book, that's why there is a readership group. Some people can actually feel happy if they read this type of book for entertainment when they have nothing to do.

Books by well-known authors may not necessarily sell well if they are serialized on the Menglai Literature website."

Qian Yu thinks what Liu Jiao said makes sense, but he still likes traditional literature books, but it is true that as Liu Jiao said, everyone has their own preferences for radish and cabbage. Sometimes readers also have a filter for the author, and they know the same book.

After a certain writer wrote it, he felt that it was very readable, but if it was serialized on a new online literature website, he felt that it was not so good.

"This Federation of Literary and Art Circles competition not only limits voting to readers under the age of 35, but also deliberately hides the author's name, so that readers will only vote based on their preference for the article, without the filter of the author." Liu Jiao learned.

Introduce the game to Qian Yu and Lin Yu.

After Lin Yu listened to Liu Jiao and Qian Yu chatting for a while, he went back to his room to prepare his entries.

...

Ten days later.

Gao Xiang was on pins and needles in the office.

Ai Mang's works were not sent to him for a day, and he felt uneasy for a day.

Although the final deadline for the competition has not yet reached, he knows that Meng Lai Literature and their new literature websites have uploaded many works one after another.

Yuedu Magazine is different from their other websites where multiple works can be uploaded. Gao Xiang only has one Aimang who can participate.

Others published one article after another, but Gao Xiang could only wait for Aimang's article.

The Federation of Literary and Art Circles' competition voting mechanism is relatively strict, because the uploaded works are all full-length novels. They will not release the novels uploaded in the morning first, but will release them together after the submission deadline.

With so many books released together, and they are all long novels, it is very likely that the title and introduction are not attractive enough, and readers not only do not vote, but even do not click on the article.

Not only Gao Xiang but also almost all the editors-in-chief and editor-in-chief were unable to sit still at Yuedu Magazine.

Regardless of whether they had dealt with Aimang before or not, they all placed their hopes on Aimang.

Because of face.

If Yuedu Magazine loses miserably this time, it will no longer have the shame to claim to be a high-ranking editorial department.

You must know that those new online literature websites used to be younger brothers. Although the voting this time has limited the age, if Yuedu loses, you can find a reason to limit the age. But once you find this reason, you will take the initiative to recognize the traditional literature websites headed by Yuedu.

His market share is relatively older, and in the future he can only be on an equal footing with Menglai Literature and others, and will no longer have the status of the big brother in the world.

Gao Xiang's phone rang, and he quickly looked at it. After seeing the name jumping on the screen, he picked up the phone in disappointment.

"Mr. Gao, have you uploaded your works? Our editorial department's entries are probably going to be difficult to produce. Those great writers have no plans for this type of work. Once they heard the voting rules, they were even more reluctant to participate. They also said that there was no point in participating.

It’s not big, you’ll be embarrassed if you lose.” The editor-in-chief of Zhixin Magazine said helplessly.

Part of the reason why Gao Xiang was sitting on pins and needles was because of the call from the editor-in-chief of these traditional literature websites. He had received several calls in the morning, and the content was almost all from his own website. Either the entries were not very satisfactory, or there were no authors willing to participate.

How much respect do you usually receive as an industry leader, but now you have to bear so much pressure.

Others may be cold-blooded and unable to read, but if they don’t have decent works, the entire traditional literature website will be doomed.

Gao Xiang was too embarrassed to urge Aimang.

But as long as the other party doesn't call to say that they can't write it, it'll be fine.

Now Gao Xiang is both looking forward to a call from Aimang, but also afraid of receiving a call from Aimang.

Just then the phone rang again.

Aimang's name was displayed on the screen.

Gao Xiang quickly picked up the phone, took a breath, and answered the call.

"I've sent the manuscript to your email."

Gao Xiang felt happy and quickly checked his mailbox.

"Okay, let me take a look first."

Lin Yu said "hmm" and hung up the phone.

Gao Xiang opens the file at the fastest speed.

A title of a book he had never read before suddenly came into view.

"Inuyasha".

Gao Xiang quickly browsed the introduction.

This story was so novel that Gao Xiang's curiosity drove him to browse down quickly.

The story is an imaginary world. In this world, a modern girl was pulled into an ancient well called the "Bone-eating Well" by a monster at home, and accidentally traveled to the ancient times five hundred years ago...

If this novel was a book on the bookshelf, Gao Xiang might not read it just by looking at the title. But now that he is reading it, he finds it very interesting and wants to read on. Every episode is full of suspense.

.

Gao Xiang sat in his office and read chapter after chapter. The more he read, the more he wanted to read.

"Chief editor?" Meng Haiyang knocked on the door twice.

In the morning, Meng Haiyang came to ask Gao Xiang, but Gao Xiang was still at a loss, waiting for Aimang's manuscript. The morning had passed, and now it was dinner time, so Meng Haiyang thought of coming over and asking again.

He knocked on the door but Gao Xiang didn't hear it. Meng Haiyang knew that Gao Xiang was in the office and came straight in when no one answered the door.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Gao Xiang sitting in front of the computer.

This was the first time Meng Haiyang saw Gao Xiang like this, with his eyes shining and a smile on his face. For a few seconds when he stood at the door, Gao Xiang had no idea. In just a few seconds, the smile on Gao Xiang's face turned nervous again.

Meng Haiyang looked at it in surprise for a while, then couldn't help but asked cautiously, "Chief Editor, what are you looking at?"

Meng Haiyang's voice was too soft, and Gao Xiang was too focused on reading, completely immersed in the content, and did not hear Meng Haiyang's words at all.

Meng Haiyang coughed slightly, raised his voice and asked again, "Chief Editor, what are you looking at? Has Aimang's manuscript been sent?"

Gao Xiang was sensitive to Aimang's name, and Meng Haiyang's voice was much louder than before, so he finally reacted.
Chapter completed!