The Editor-in-Chief sat beside her, frowning and thinking.
According to his analysis of the novel, the writing was top-notch. The story was imaginative and boundless, while also deeply historical and well-founded, unfolding in a vivid manner.
Most crucially, the entire worldview of the story was rooted and sprouted uniquely atop the true historical context, subtly showing signs of setting a precedent.
This alone was enough to tell that the author was an old hand steeped in the craft.
Qiu Ye observed the Editor-in-Chief's earnest analysis with an awkward smile, unsure of what to say.
"Qiu Ye, haven't you called him? What is he like? Is he a characterful old gentleman?"
"Ah? That... well, Editor-in-Chief, it seems the person is young."
"Young? How is that possible?"
"I... I have the call recording here, you can listen to it."
"Okay, play it for me."
Qiu Ye obediently complied, and after listening to the recording, both fell into silence.
