Bitter Entertainment Critic

　　 Old residential area.

　　 Hair salon, shop, fruit stand, breakfast shop.

　　 A middle-aged man with reading glasses walking down the corridor with some messy hair, and two women in exposed clothes sitting in the hair salon at the corner of the corridor.

　　Gu Hongsheng walked straight out of the alley. He wanted to find a geographic haircut.

　　 It is obvious that the hair salon downstairs is not a serious place.

　　 His beard is very thick and messy. The whole person looks the same as an old man in his forties. If he does not report his age, no one knows that he is only thirty-five.

　　 came to an old barber shop, the lady boss shampooed her hair and cut her hair all in one hand, as the saying goes, that is, one set of washing, cutting and blowing is only ten dollars.

　　Gu Hongsheng took ten pieces out of his pocket and looked at himself in the mirror, suddenly passing by.

　　He hasn't been home for five years.

　　 Stinks in this place!

　　Gu Hongsheng picked up a newspaper at a roadside stall. Although the network is very developed, he still likes to buy a newspaper.

　　Because of some news, it is not popular on the Internet, but it is often mentioned in the newspaper.

　　 was about to go home, stopped at the door of an unlicensed game console, and the phone rang suddenly.

　　 He took out his mobile phone in a little surprise. Since he broke off with his friends and had little contact with his family, he barely had any calls.

　　 The only phone number is when the work is printed or published, or when the magazine agency sends a fee.

　　 So when the phone rings, it means you have money.

　　Gu Hongsheng's inexplicable joy, immediately connected the phone.

　　 "......"

　　 "Five hundred? Five hundred is five hundred!"

　　 "Okay, I'll go back and catch up!"

　　A magazine agency was willing to accept his submission, which made Gu Hongsheng excited. So many years have passed.

　　After being blocked, basically no one dared to accept his work.

This is good news!

　　This shows that his work may reappear in the eyes of the world.

　　Gu Hongsheng's footsteps are urgent. His life has almost no interest other than writing.

　　Most of his time is spent reading and writing books.

　　Ten years to grind a sword!

　　He once had great ambitions and glory, but everything disappeared with the cloud.

　　Gu Hongsheng walked up the stairs, and the small house he rented was on the third floor.

　　 Pushed the door in and it was empty and the position was quite large. But there is not much furniture, only a table and a chair, and a TV that hardly turns on.

　　 put many newspapers on the table.

　　Contribution of five hundred yuan can solve the cost of his half-month life.

　　Gu Hongsheng was laughing, and he was crying again.

　　 His eyes were wet and he could not understand whether he was excited or sad.

　　 At this time, the phone rang suddenly, he suddenly burst into joy, is there good news!

　　 came from an unfamiliar phone number, which was a mobile phone code number, which immediately extinguished his excitement, because publishers or newspapers basically came from landlines.

　　 "Hey, hello! Is this Mr. Gu Hongsheng?" A very young voice appeared on the phone.

　　Gu Hongsheng nodded, "Yes, it's me!"

　　 "That's it, I'm the moderator of the commentary column of Netjing Commentary." Fang Feiyu introduced himself.

　　 "Uh?" Gu Hongsheng froze for a moment.

　　 "Our editor-in-chief fancy one of your works. I don't know if I can take the time to meet." Fang Feiyu asked.

　　 At that moment, Gu Hongsheng almost thought he had heard it wrong.

　　 "You... you say it again!" he said emotionally.

　　 "Our editor-in-chief wants to talk to you about the situation of the work "Xu Tian Ji", he appreciates your work very much, including your "Grand Theft" he also read." Fang Feiyu said.

　　Gu Hongsheng Although he doesn’t know what the comment net is, he knows what it means.

　　 The editor is the editor in chief. Generally, the authors are not good enough, and there is basically no chance to see the editor.

　　 "Okay! I can do it for a certain time!" Gu Hongsheng couldn't help but swallow.

　　 Fang Feiyu didn't expect the other party to cooperate so much, "So! About an afternoon, you can see when you are free."

　　 "Everything is fine, mainly for your convenience!" Gu Hongsheng put his posture very low. This is not intentional, but he has lived like this for the past few years.

　　 Fang Feiyu made a decision himself, "That line, we are in Xuzhou City, where are you?"

　　Gu Hongsheng's mood fell suddenly.

　　Xuzhou City, it's far away, you have to take a plane.

　　 "Me, I'm in Fengcheng Baihua." Gu Hongsheng smirked.

　　 "It's okay, our editor said, we must see you!" Fang Feiyu grinned.

　　Gu Hongsheng said hardly: "That..."

　　 "Uh, in this way, I have to ask our leaders if they can reimburse the ticket and reimburse you!" Fang Feiyu said to the phone.

　　Gu Hongsheng was overjoyed, "That's good, if the ticket doesn't work, I can take the high-speed rail, no, the train will work too!"

　　 "Okay, you always pay attention to text messages and will give you messages." Fang Feiyu said politely.

　　After hanging up the phone, Gu Hongsheng took a deep breath, and some did not respond.

　　 More than five years!

　　 Over the years, he almost hit the wall wherever he submitted articles. In the end, he had to write poems in order to make a living, so that he could barely make ends meet.

　　The bitterness of this is beyond words.

　　……

　　Mo Zhuo Si is coming out of the elevator, he wants to talk to Hua Kangbo, but forgot that Hua Kangbo did not come to the company today.

　　 This time back to the third floor, I saw Fang Feiyu waving with himself.

　　 "Mr. Mo, people have found it, and his attitude is very good!" Fang Feiyu said happily: "And I think he has been miserable in recent years. As soon as I mentioned the editor-in-chief, he got excited."

　　 Mo Zhuo Si laughed: "Will we think we are publishers?"

　　 "Hey? Don't say, maybe!" Fang Feiyu couldn't help laughing.

　　 "OK, did you make an appointment?" Morrows came to Fang Feiyu's office.

　　 Fang Feiyu said awkwardly: "It's a little far away, in Fengcheng."

　　 Morrows vowed: "This man, I must see."

　　 "I know, I told him the same way, it would be better to reimburse the ticket." Fang Feiyu specially glanced at Chen Guoqing's office, suggesting to seek leadership consultation.

　　 Mo Zhuo Si white glance at this guy, there are really a lot of ideas.

　　 "OK! Let me report to the leader!" He walked slowly to the door of Chen Guoqing's office~www.wuxiaspot.com~ 咚咚咚! Knock on the door!

　　 "Come in!" Chen Guoqing is striving to write on the keyboard.

　　 Morrows walked in and closed the door.

　　 "Yo, Editor-in-Chief Mo finally has something to find me!" Chen Guoqing laughed humorously.

　　 "Serious things, do you know "Fallen Blade"?" Morrows asked, leaning his hands on the back of the door with his arms around his chest.

　　Chen Guoqing hesitated for a while and then said: "It seems there is such a TV drama."

　　 "I suspect that the play was back from plagiarism, and the plagiarized master is now miserable, and they are forced to change their lines to write poems!" Mo Zhuosi said with suspicion.

　　Chen Guoqing suddenly stopped his hands and feet and looked at Morrows.

　　 "Are you addicted if you just finished the fake?" he said with a chuckle.

　　 Morrows seriously refuted: "What if it is true? Big news!"

　　 "Come on, Xu Qingqing told me that I can't let you make big news anymore." Chen Guoqing gave Mo Zhuo a white glance.

　　 Mo Zhuosi touched his nose, "I need to reimburse the ticket, round-trip ticket!"

　　 "No drama!" Chen Guoqing directly refused, "Impossible!"

　　 "Big news! Can't you just let it go?" Morrows walked over and put his hands on the table.

　　 "We are not journalists, what big news, let me tell you, I remember the TV series "Fallen Leaf Flying Sword" is very hot, if the plagiarism has long burst out." Chen Guoqing said angrily.

　　 Mo Zhuosi sat down and said capriciously: "Anyway, I reported this to you. As for the round-trip ticket, you will not approve it. I will also apply. Anyway, I will definitely see this person!"

　　 "You..." Chen Guoqing was speechless for a while.

　　Mo Zhuosi raised his mouth slightly, patted his **** and left.