Lin Que leaned back comfortably in his ergonomic chair in his new studio.
Outside the window, the night view of Jiangcheng City resembles a unfolding galaxy.
Inside, the melody of classical music flowed gently.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of Blue Mountain coffee.
This feeling is so right.
This is the work rhythm he's familiar with, the environment a top creator should have.
He had just finished updating the latest chapter of "Human World is Like Prison".
The comment section was already flooded with "Holy crap" and "Author, you have no heart."
Seeing the readers' mixed feelings of fear and love, Lin Que was in a great mood.
He opened his email.
An email from the "New Tide" magazine had been lying quietly at the top of my inbox for a long time.
Sender: Xu Lan.
Lin Que raised an eyebrow and opened the email.
The email was very long and used extremely respectful and earnest language.
Dear Professor Jian Shen: Hello! I am Xu Lan, an editor at the magazine "New Tide".
We have read your work, "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store," and the entire editorial team is deeply moved...
In the email, Xu Lan used an almost fan-like tone.
She expressed her and the entire editorial team's admiration for "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store".
[...Editor-in-Chief Wang believes that your writing skills, ideas, and insights into human nature are far beyond what newcomers can achieve.]
He even boldly speculated that you might be Su Mubai, the old Mr. Su, who has been away from writing for many years...
Upon seeing this, Lin Que almost spat his coffee onto the screen.
Su Mubai?
Of course he knows this person.
He didn't have any memories of his previous life, but after transmigrating, he made a point of learning about the literary scene in this world.
Su Mubai is one of the few remaining literary giants of this era.
Known for his gentle writing style and profound thoughts.
However, this old gentleman had already announced his retirement from writing ten years ago.
He stopped publishing any works and lived a life of leisure.
To think of oneself as an alias of Su Lao?
These editors really have some wild imaginations.
Lin Que found it somewhat amusing, but more than that, he felt a sense of complete control and composure.
Misunderstandings can sometimes be the best form of camouflage.
He continued reading.
"...No matter who you are, we will welcome this great work with the utmost sincerity."
We've decided to feature "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store" as the main story of the next issue, publishing it as the finale!
Regarding payment, we directly applied for the magazine's highest standard for you: 3,000 yuan per thousand words.
Furthermore, we hope to obtain the exclusive serialization rights to this book and priority rights for subsequent physical publication...
Three thousand words in a thousand.
This price is absolutely astronomical for a pure literature journal.
These people have really gone all out.
He skipped the end of the email, which suggested he ask for contact information and make a call, and his fingers landed on the keyboard.
The wording is concise, carrying the detachment and indifference that comes with the identity of "Jian Shen".
[Dear Editor Xu, it is an honor to have my manuscript selected for publication.]
Mr. Su is a senior I deeply admire; I am unworthy of such praise.
I am just an unknown writer; the word "profound insight" suffices.
The publication details are entirely at your discretion. I have no objection to the payment and copyright terms.
It's just that I personally prefer peace and quiet and don't like being disturbed.
Please communicate via email.
I will finish the next part of the work next week and send it out together. Don't worry.
Signed: [Jian Shen]
Click to send.
After finishing all this, Lin Que stretched and felt refreshed.
On the other side of the city.
In the editorial department of "New Tide," Xu Lan was anxiously refreshing her email.
Editor-in-Chief Wang De'an did not return to his office.
He paced around Xu Lan's workstation, seemingly calmly holding a teacup, but his gaze frequently swept towards the screen.
"bite."
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