[She gritted her teeth in the rental house late at night after her manuscript was rejected a hundred times; when she opened her eyes again, she became the online editor who rejected her manuscript?
Lin Mo clutched her hot phone, and the 101st rejection email on the screen stung her eyes - "The story is old-fashioned and lacks exciting points. It is recommended to change the subject matter." She stared at the "Blood Butterfly" that she had written for three years on the computer, and the cursor of the last chapter was clearly extinguished in the darkness.
When she opened her eyes again, she was sitting in the cubicle of "Yunqi Chinese Network". The nameplate of her workstation clearly read "Su Wan" - the new editor who always found fault with her rejection letters in her previous life!
What's even more ironic is that the familiar smell of perfume wafted from the tea room. Editor-in-chief Zhou Ya walked past with a stack of contracts. On the cover were the words "Blood Butterfly" and the author column was actually signed "Zhou Ya"!
"Why is Editor Lin so dazed?" The intern from the next team came over, "Editor Zhou just said that one of the authors you are responsible for has an article with 'three incorrect views' and wants you to remove it immediately." Lin Mo glanced at the backstage - it was a newcomer who wrote about a teacher in a mountain village. The last update stopped at "Students traveled over the mountains overnight to deliver antipyretics to her."
The frustration of having my manuscript rejected for ten years turned into a blade, and the memory of rebirth became the sharpest weapon.
She rushed into the editor's office on stiletto heels and slapped the "copyright signing" clause hidden in Zhou Ya's contract on the table: "Editor Zhou, did you learn this skill of 'grabbing the author's copyright' from my previous life?"
