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Chapter 199: Chapter 187 Necklace_1

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With the decision by Tribe Literature, all the short story writers of a certain level in Qin Qi had basically received creative invitations from this platform. Lin Yuan also received a call from Wei Long, one of the chief editors of the platform, who detailed this event’s proceedings.

“Short stories?”

It was only then that Lin Yuan recalled having two short stories on his hands that he had not published yet.

Now was a great time amidst Qin Qi’s merger, and the first prize for Tribe Literature is a whopping one million!

Even if he does not secure the first prize, he wouldn’t be at a loss with the second or third prize either.

Yes.

Lin Yuan felt confident that whosoever of the two remaining works on his hand would do well enough to make it to the top three.

“Do you have a piece at present…”

Wei Long was somewhat nervous. After Death of a Small Civil Servant was released, he had sought Chu Kuang more than once, but Chu Kuang kept saying he didn’t have any inspiration.

Thus, he is not certain if chu Kuang has a short story that can be released in March.

“Yes.”

Lin Yuan affirmed decisively.

Wei Long breathed a sigh of relief, feeling cheerful, “I will send you the submission email later. When will you send your work over?”

“In a few days.”

“Alright, please make it quick, we have to release it in March…”

“No problem.”

Lin Yuan agreed very simply.

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After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuan went to the crew with his laptop that very

As the scriptwriter, Lin Yuan seldom meddled with the actual shooting of Flirting Scholar.

Because Yi Chenggong would shoot according to his requirements, and Mr.

Shen, Shen Qing, mainly handled the logistics work of the crew.

He has ample time to do his stuff on set.

No one cares what Lin Yuan does on the set anyway.

The reason Lin Yuan is still on set is that he is afraid of unforeseen circumstances arising.

He found a quiet spot to type, and then started contemplating about which short story to use.

It was a choice between two.

After mind-mapping, Lin Yuan finally made up his mind.

He typed two characters on the document:

Necklace.

As a short story, Necklace is merely over 5000 words long, it wouldn’t take Lin Yuan much time to write.

What he really needs to work on is the adjustment of the novel’s background. “Many beautiful and charming women in the world, because of fate’s capriciousness, are born into impoverished families…

She has no dowry, no means or hope of making a man who is wealthy and well- placed get to know her, understand her, love her, and marry her; in the end, she can only make do and marry a small officer in the Ministry of Education.” ’ If you say that The Gift of the Magi is one of O. Henry’s representative works.

Then the Necklace that Lin Yuan is writing now is one of Maupassant’s representative works.

Being a world-class short story master as famous as O. Henry, although Maupassant’s style is different from O. Henry, their respective representative works are undoubtedly excellent.

This is Lin Yuan’s confidence in Necklace.

As for background adjustments, Lin Yuan is well-versed already.

However, to avoid errors, Lin Yuan spent a couple of hours perfecting the new background of the novel. He carefully checked it, striving to make the story appear flawless.

Meanwhile, Wei Long, who had just finished the call, reported the situation to Han Jimei, the chief operation officer of Tribe Literature, while Lin Yuan was writing Necklace.

At this time.

The editors had successively gotten in touch with the writers and were presenting the lists to Han Jimei for the report.

“Wen Da…Shen Gongfang…Yue Mei…”

Looking at these names on the list In her hands, Han Jimei’s face lightened up somewhat.

Under heavy reward, there must be brave men.

In all respects, the lineup of short story writers invited by Tribe Literature this time is even more luxurious than the last!

And the names appearing in these lists are all famous figures in the short stories field.

With the participation of these people, Han Jimei felt that the flow of users in March for Tribe Literature would not be too poor.

When it was Wei Long’s turn to submit the writer list,

Han Jimei took a look and her gaze suddenly paused.

“Chu Kuang.”

Last season’s winner, Chu Kuang, is on the list?

She couldn’t help but smile: “This is the winning writer from our last event. His participation this time makes this event even more meaningful.”

“Did Chu Kuang participate?”

The editor-in-chief was somewhat surprised and smiled straight after, “His participation is indeed good news. Although this time’s lineup is more grand and the reputations of many of these writers are more renowned than Chu Kuang’s, he is after all the champion of the previous season. His presence makes our event seem to have a sense of continuity. We should make this an annual event, and make it a unique point of Tribe Literature.”

Han Jimei nodded her head.

This is indeed a good idea.

Wei Long laughed: “I wasn’t very hopeful initially. Chu Kuang has rejected my invitations a few times before, citing lack of inspiration. But perhaps this time he wants to establish his reputation in a new market, seeing that the reader base has doubled.”

“While it may be true…”

The editor-in-chief shook his head: “But the writers participating this time are not comparable to the group from the previous round in terms of overall skill levels. For Chu Kuang to get a good placement again isn’t as easy as it seems.” “That’s not necessarily so.”

Wei Long couldn’t help retorting: “I think Chu Kuang’s abilities are not inferior to the big-name writers. He just has fewer works, making his fame and qualifications in the short story field inferior to other well-known writers we mentioned earlier.”

The editor-in-chief didn’t argue and just laughed, “I hope so.”

As far as Tribe Literature is concerned, the higher the caliber of the invited writers, the better.

Just then,

A sudden flustered editor hurried in the door with a panicked expression: “Something has happened.”

“What is it?”

Han Jimei frowned slightly.

This editor made a bitter face: “I just called teacher Feng Hua and wanted to invite him to participate in this event, but he refused…”

“Feng Hua?”

The editor-in-chief faltered before laughing out loud: “Isn’t it quite normal for Teacher Feng Hua to refuse us? He is an authority in the field of short stories, hailed as one of the three masters. He is of the top tier, famous for writing only one short story a year, and has already written one this year. I just didn’t expect you to attempt inviting him.”

“But the problem is…”

This editor shrugged helplessly: “Teacher Feng Hua refused me, not because he didn’t want to participate in our Tribe Literature event, but because he had already accepted an invitation from a blog. He told me this himself!”

Whoosh!

As soon as these words came out,

Everyone’s face changed!

Even Han Jimei suddenly felt that the array of impressive names on her hand, they are not as enticing.