Chapter 17: A letter from

Besides standing guard and registering, the security guards at the various gates of Peking University were also responsible for mail distribution.

Letters with specific addresses were sent to the gatekeepers of each building; those without were left here for people to come and collect. If no one came to collect them after a long time, they would inquire with each department to see if there was someone named xxx and tell him to hurry over and pick up his mail.

One day, the security guard at the Dongmen of Peking University saw a letter addressed to "Peking University Nanmen."

This was interesting. It was specifically addressed to the Nanmen; could it be a letter for a security guard?

Looking at the name, it really was.

Wei Ming, the face of the Peking University Security Team, nicknamed "Wei the Gate God," and he was very good at telling stories, making him very popular.

He had originally intended to deliver it personally when he returned to the dormitory, but just then, Mei Wenhua happened to ride by on his bike.

"Hey, Mei Wenhua, there's a letter for Wei Ming. Take it back for him."

"Where is the letter from?"

"Let me see. Magic City, 'Harvest' Editorial Department. What is this for?"

Mei Wenhua snatched it away, his entire face turning red.

He had only one thought in his mind: Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Although he didn't know exactly what Wei Ming had written, he had finished it in only one week without much revision. If this could be favored by "Harvest," then "Harvest" had no taste at all!

Whose novel doesn't need a month or two of revision after being finished? Cao Xueqin even spent ten years revising "Dream of the Red Chamber" five times!

Suddenly, Mei Wenhua thought of a possibility—a rejection letter!

Yes, that must be it. "Harvest" is a giant in the literary magazine world. Even if they don't like it, they would definitely send a polite rejection letter and say a few encouraging words, like "Actually, you're a good writer, but we're not a good fit," or something like that.

The more Mei Wenhua thought about it, the more he felt this was the case, so he pedaled his bike faster and faster, full of motivation.

When he rushed back to the Nanmen, Zhao Debiao was on duty.

"Biaozi, where's Wei Ming?"

"In the dormitory. What's up?"

Mei Wenhua shook the letter in his hand, "A letter from 'Harvest' came. Do you want to read it together?"

Zhao Debiao: "Holy crap, as expected of my Brother Ming. Wait for me. Old Zhao, help me stand guard for a while, I'm going back to the dormitory."

"One fried dough stick for breakfast."

"Hey, you old man... Fine, fine, fine!"

At this time, Wei Ming and Northern Qiao Feng were sitting face-to-face at the table discussing the dialect of Mount Yimeng.

The novel he was creating was nearing its end. Every page he finished had to be checked by Brother Feng to ensure there were no problems with the dialect used.

Of course, it was impossible to use the dialect entirely, because many dialect words couldn't be written down, and many words were too unfamiliar to other countrymen, which would increase reading barriers. So, as long as the "flavor" was right, it was fine.

Just then, Zhao Debiao kicked open the door like a heavy artillery shell and shouted excitedly, "Brother Ming, your letter! The letter from 'Harvest' magazine!"

Mei Wenhua added, "I even picked it up for you from the Dongmen."

Northern Qiao Feng sat up abruptly, slapped the table and said, "What did I say? Little Ming, you are not a person who will stay in a pond!"

Wei Ming: "It came in just ten days? Faster than I thought."

Mei Wenhua: It's a rejection letter; a glance is enough to decide, of course it's fast.

"Open it quickly, let us gain some insight too," Mei Wenhua urged.

Wei Ming took the envelope, touched it, and smiled, "It's so thin, there's no rejection letter."

Mei Wenhua's heart skipped a beat: Ah, does a rejection letter return the manuscript too?

He hadn't submitted any manuscripts, so he didn't know these things. But was there no possibility that they thought the manuscript was too trashy, had no value, and just threw it away? That should be possible, right? Right?

Mei Wenhua prayed in his heart: Please don't let it be an acceptance letter, please don't let it be an acceptance letter, even if I have to treat Wei Ming to a meal, that's fine!

Northern Qiao Feng said from the side, "Little Wei, read it out." So Wei Ming read it directly: "Comrade Wei Ming, hello: Your manuscript has been read. Although 'Donkey Five and Donkey Six' is educated youth literature, the story is innovative, not blindly following, not vulgar. The language style is even more refreshing. Reading it makes one unable to help but laugh, and one cannot help but praise it. It's just that some plot points are too impatient and rash, perhaps needing discussion and further consideration. Please take some time to come to the Magic City 'Harvest' Editorial Department to discuss manuscript revision matters. The editorial department will provide room and board. Remember to keep your train tickets for when you come, and they will be reimbursed. Also, we are not in the same unit as 'Storytelling'."

—— Li Xiaolin."

Zhao Debiao asked, "Does this mean it's accepted?"

Wei Ming: "Hmm, but it still needs some revisions. I have to go to the Magic City."

Zhao Debiao: "Holy crap! Magic City! The ten-mile foreign market, the great Magic City!"

Northern Qiao Feng laughed: "And it's free, they're covering everything!"

Wei Ming asked Northern Qiao Feng: "Brother Feng, can the school give me this leave? It's very busy lately."

Starting yesterday, the 4th National Games were officially held in Yanjing, which would last for half a month.

Peking University's temporary worker team was so well-staffed that when hosting events, some would be drawn away to help maintain order. Brother Feng had already said a few days ago not to ask for leave in the last half month.

Northern Qiao Feng waved his hand: "We have so many people, we won't miss you. And this is a huge good thing for you, the leaders will definitely approve it! By the way, you'd better tell Director Wei first."

"That's for sure."

!

Wei Ming was helpless. If he had known, he would have submitted to a Yanjing magazine. Going to the Magic City in this day and age, twenty-plus hours in a hard seat, it's too much!

"By the way, Wenhua, I haven't thanked you yet. Thanks for your hard work in picking up the letter for me, and thanks to your recommendation of 'Harvest'." Wei Ming turned to look at Mei Wenhua.

Mei Wenhua: Ahhh! Killing me, and then stabbing my heart!

He forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, it's what I should do. Well, I have something to do, you guys go ahead."

Mei Wenhua hurriedly left this place that made him sad, and then he thought of the "Weiming Lake" of the May Fourth Literary Society, and he thought of his sister.

He had submitted his manuscript a day earlier than Wei Ming, and "Harvest," which was so far away, had already replied. They were in the same school and hadn't notified him yet. They were too inefficient!

What's the matter? Are they more pretentious than "Harvest"?

Mei Wenhua prepared to find his sister and ask clearly.

Wei Ming changed his clothes and went to the office building with Northern Qiao Feng. On the way, Brother Feng said: "When you come back from the Magic City, I'll transfer you to patrol."

"Hehe, that's great!" Recently, more and more female college students had been coming to the Nanmen to see him, even from neighboring Tsinghua University, which was ridiculous.

After knocking on the door of 404, Wei Ping'an smiled when he saw Wei Ming: "I was just about to look for you, there's good news."

"What good news?" Wei Ming closed the door behind him.

Uncle Ping'an took a brand new magazine out of the drawer: "The September issue of 'Children's Literature' is out. Your aunt asked me to bring you a copy, take a look."

Wei Ming walked over and took a look. It was a 16-mo magazine with a color-printed cover. On it were two little girls in ballet skirts. The whole magazine still had some weight to it.

He flipped to the table of contents. In the 【Fairy Tale/Folklore】 column, his "Toothless Tiger" was ranked first, and the author "Wei Shenme" was also at the front.

Following behind were also acquaintances.

"Heihei on Honesty Island" — Zheng Yuanjie

He didn't expect that the debut work of the future Fairy Tale King would also be published in this issue. They had actually become debutant authors in the same issue.

Then whose title would "Fairy Tale King" be in the future?

Wei Ming didn't read it in detail on the spot. He closed the magazine: "I'll read it slowly when I go back."

"By the way, you don't usually come upstairs to find me. Is there anything today?"

"Hmm, I have good news here, and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first..."

(The new book list is already in the top 40, brothers are too strong! Keep charging, don't stop!!!)

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 18 =====