Wen Yao slowly stood up from her seat and glanced at Fang Zhi who was sitting not far away. He gave her a look that said "May the best of luck to you".
She sighed and walked slowly towards the editor-in-chief's office.
Boom boom boom
Wen Yao knocked on the office door.
"Come in!"
Hearing a roar from inside, Wen Yao shrank his neck in fear.
When a tyrant is angry, millions of people are killed; when an ordinary man is angry, blood splatters three feet!
No matter what era it is, when the leader gets angry, the whole area within a three-kilometer radius will shake.
Wen Yaoxiao walked in cautiously, "Editor-in-chief, are you looking for me?"
"Wen Yao, what's wrong with you? You skipped work yesterday and are late today. Don't you want to work anymore?"
Pang Dahai shouted while slapping the table.
"B…"
"What are you talking about? If you do that again, I'll just roll you up and cover you up," Pang Dahai said mercilessly.
Then he added, "By the way, you will be in charge of the daily story section in the next issue. I hope to see a satisfactory answer. Go ahead!"
"Yes, editor-in-chief, I will definitely not let you down." Wen Yao lowered his head and walked out of the office, closing the door gently.
She breathed a sigh of relief and thought to herself, "What should I do? I have never been in charge of this area."
When she returned to her seat, she saw Fang Zhi hunched over and sneaked up to her, "Speaking of Yaoyao, are you just going to let me scold you? Why don't you bring your identity as the second-in-command of the military region here?"
Wen Yao rolled her eyes at him and said, "You don't want to rely on your family connections. Besides, this newspaper is not under the control of the army. Can your father be of any use?"
Fang Zhi smiled helplessly and poked Wen Yao's head, "You are really stupid. Our newspaper and the army also have to deal with each other. Otherwise, how would you know some news about the army?"
Wen Yao sighed, "Forget it, let's not overdraw our old father's reputation. By the way, Zhizhi, Pang Dahai asked you to be in charge of the daily story section of the next issue of the newspaper, but you don't know how to do it. What should I do?"
Fang Zhi thought for a moment and said, "This is not a simple matter. Why don't you go find your former colleague who was in charge of this area and ask for his experience?"
Wen Yao's eyes lit up, "Yeah, why didn't I think of that? You are really smart."
So the two of them found Li Xiaoyu, who was previously in charge of this sector, and asked her for advice on this issue.
"Goodbye, I have no experience to give you, otherwise you wouldn't be scolded so badly," said Li Xiaoyu.
"However, you can take a look at the contents of that section in previous issues of the newspaper, and then make your own selection," Li Xiaoyu suggested.
Well, Wen Yao also witnessed the scene where Li Xiaoyu was scolded just now, so it’s not that Li Xiaoyu was unwilling to help.
"Recently, the sales of our Longcheng Evening News have been suppressed by the Longcheng Information Newspaper, so the editor-in-chief is so angry. You should pay attention to yourself!" Li Xiaoyu reminded again.
Wen Yao thanked him and returned to his workstation.
How can she make the editor-in-chief satisfied with her work? This is the primary question on her mind at the moment.
Therefore, she carefully read through every previous daily story and selected new story themes from the collected manuscripts.
However, as time passed, she still failed to find any new stories.
Just when she was about to give up, suddenly, a dazzling light flashed through Wen Yao's mind.
A brilliant idea flashed across her mind like a meteor, illuminating her confused thoughts.
She excitedly realized that, in this case, why not incorporate her old love of ghost stories and martial arts stories into this newspaper?
After all, the afterlife she originally lived in was not the afterlife of this era. There were huge differences between the two worlds, and the culture was even more so.
With this thought in mind, Wen Yao closed her eyes and let the tide of memories surge in her mind.
Those narrative plots and story fragments that had once intoxicated her and were unforgettable kept flashing in her mind like movie scenes.
She is immersed in the ocean of memories, trying to capture every wonderful moment, hoping to transform them into real words and present them to readers.
Mr. Jin Yong's popular and classic The Legend of the Condor Heroes was undoubtedly her only choice.
However, what is unexpected is that since the time travel, her brain seems to have also undergone wonderful changes.
Wen Yao was shocked to find that he had an unusually strong memory!
The books she had read in her previous life now appeared in her mind one by one like vivid pictures and exciting movies with astonishing clarity and coherence.
Every page of text and every plot is so clear, as if they have been hidden deep in memory, waiting to be awakened at this special moment.
"Could this be the legendary super power?" Wen Yao muttered softly, her heart extremely excited at this moment, like surging waves.
Wen Yao immediately started writing the first chapter of The Legend of the Condor Heroes on paper.
The story takes place in the late Southern Song Dynasty and begins with Guo Xiao, the father of the protagonist Guo Jing.
Because the Jin soldiers invaded the Song Dynasty, causing war in the north, Guo's father Guo Xiao and his brother Yang Tiexin came to Niujia Village in Lin'an in the south to make a living...
Her inspiration flowed freely, and she became more and more excited as she wrote.
When she took the first chapter she had written to the editor-in-chief, her heart was filled with anticipation.
The editor took over the story and read it carefully.
At first, his expression was serious, but gradually, surprise and admiration appeared on his face.
Finally, the editor-in-chief looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and said to Wen Yao: "Did you write this? Or did someone else submit it?"
"Editor-in-chief, I wrote this in my spare time. I don't know if it can be published as a real story in the newspaper," Wen Yao said calmly.
While pretending to be calm and composed, she secretly said in her heart: "Mr. Jin Yong, please don't be angry! This woman's behavior is not intended to offend you, it is really out of a sincere heart!
The only reason you do this is to make your amazing masterpiece equally famous and well-known in another time and space.
In other words, 놖 is just like your loyal mouthpiece and ambassador in this alien world... I hope you can understand 놖's painstaking efforts!"
"Well, yes, this story is wonderful! I didn't expect you to be such an expert! By the way, do you have any follow-up?" asked Pang Dahai.
"But I just don't know if readers will like it." Wen Yao said modestly, but in his heart he was thinking, if no one likes to read it, then the literary industry in this world would be hopeless.
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