On the way back, Wang Yincheng kept silent while driving. Shao Zhiwen sat in the passenger seat and stared at him several times. Finally, he couldn't help himself: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? The interview didn't go well...?"
Wang Yincheng: "No." But there wasn't much more.
After returning to the editorial office, Wang Yin originally planned to sort out the manuscripts for the interview, but Ye Anning knocked on the door and came in. He sat across from the desk, holding a notebook and a pen in his hand, and his expression was as serious as when working: " Editor Wang, while we have just finished the interview, let’s get the first draft out together.”
Wang Yincheng had just put down his bag when he returned to the office. He had time to turn on the computer. He turned on the computer, sat back on the chair, and looked outside calmly. He found that Shao Zhiwen was stretching his neck to look into the office, as if he didn't know whether he should or not. It's time to come in.
It doesn't matter if everyone is responsible for the division of labor and collaboration when working on the same manuscript, but Ye Anning's actions were obviously a little too anxious.
Wang Yincheng said nothing. Ye Anning opened the notebook he carried with him, looked at Wang Yincheng and smiled, and said, "Editor Wang, where is your recorder?"
Wang Yincheng entered his computer password without raising his head: "I told you this morning that Liu Heng is not allowed to use a voice recorder during exclusive interviews."
"Ah?" Of course Ye Anning knows, Wang Yincheng made it clear in the morning, but Ye Anning has been in this circle for a long time, and she has learned many ways of doing things. Not talking about it is just a formality. Which editor does an interview without bringing a voice recorder
Ye Anning thought Wang Yincheng was joking: "Wang Bian, you..."
Wang Yincheng sighed inwardly. Old Liu was right. Ye Anning was not only arrogant and arrogant, but also had no brains and liked to rely on her own knowledge. She felt that what was correct was the default in the circle, so there was no need to worry. But Wang Yincheng knew people like Liu Heng. He said that one must be one, and two could not be three.
"I don't have a recorder or manuscript. I have all the interviews in my head. I will come up with the prototype of his answers later. You and Xiao Shao will be responsible for part of it. You two will be responsible for the prototype of the first draft. I Finalize the second draft.”
Ye Anning almost blurted out, the prototype of the answer? Did you keep it in mind? How do I know what you wrote is what you think unilaterally or what Liu Heng said personally
Ye Anning was so angry that she felt more and more that Wang Yincheng was a madman. I packed my things and went out on high heels.
In fact, if this matter had happened to Shao Zhiwen or other little girls in the office, there would not have been such an unhappy situation. Ye Anning was arrogant and arrogant. Wang Yincheng ran out angrily before he could finish speaking. He also felt that he was wronged and thought it was Wang Yincheng. Autocratic. But in fact, if it were someone else, Wang Yincheng would be able to understand it if he explained the situation at that time. After all, the big guys in the financial circle are very different from those in the entertainment industry. The entertainment industry emphasizes on popularity, exposure, and even explosiveness. However, there are many rules in the financial circle, one after another. People like Liu Heng are not allowed to use recording pens. The request is quite normal.
Ye Anning ran out, Shao Zhiwen knocked on the door and stood at the door and winked. Wang Yincheng raised his eyes and looked at him: "Go and bring me the investigation arranged in the morning."
"Okay! Your Majesty!" Shao Zhiwen ran away quickly.
Wang Yincheng spent the next few hours working on the prototype of the interview. From the first to the last, he typed out what Liu Heng said word for word from memory. This process was long and boring and required a lot of endurance. brain.
Shao Zhiwen came twice, once with a questionnaire and once with a cup of coffee. He stood behind Wang Yincheng and looked at the computer screen twice. He was more amazed each time. Wang Yincheng was not doing interviews! ? He was basically typing out every sentence Liu Heng said. With his glances, Wang Yincheng even marked out the tone of Liu Heng's pauses!
Shao Zhiwen knelt down and retreated silently.
Wang Yincheng spent several hours making a prototype. He copied it out with a USB flash drive and shredded the original files on his computer. When I got up to pack my things, I found that it was long past the off-duty time, Lao Liu was still in the office, and Ye Anning and several colleagues outside the hall had not left.
Ye Anning saw Wang Yincheng's office door open. He immediately ran in, stepping with high heels hastily every step of the way: "Wang Bian!"
Wang Yincheng looked up at her and said calmly: "Is something wrong?"
Ye Anning closed the office door and said, "Editor Wang, I want to talk to you." She spoke seriously as if there was something important.
"Well, you say it." Wang Yincheng's attitude was still indifferent.
"Editor Wang, I don't know what you think, but I think you may be a little biased or misunderstood towards me!" Ye Anning's eyes were sharp, "Just like this interview with Liu Heng, the three of us were originally responsible for it. , but in the end you went to his office alone to have a detailed chat. I can understand it without a recorder, but why didn’t you even have a written manuscript in the end? This doesn’t make sense, does it?”
Wang Yincheng packed up his bag and carried it in his hand. According to his own habits, he would not explain more than a sentence, but it is different now. He is not a freelance writer or columnist. He has colleagues and sits in an office. in a small social circle. He put down the bag in his hand and looked at Ye Anning, his expression still very calm. Of course, he couldn't think of any other expression for her: "Do you think I asked Liu Heng to deliberately arrange an interview with someone?"
Wang Yincheng said it very straightforwardly, and Ye Anning hesitated: "Isn't it?"
"No." Wang Yincheng said: "Liu Heng's arrangement was so sudden that I didn't expect it. As for the manuscript without written form, it was because I had been using computers for a long time and couldn't keep up with the notes. Under the circumstances, it was better to write it down instead of writing it down. Use your brain."
Ye Anning still didn't believe it, and felt that Wang Yincheng did this on purpose, "So now that your manuscript is out? Can you show it to me and Shao Zhiwen?"
Wang Yincheng finally changed his attitude this time, because he found that Ye Anning had a very big problem. The woman in front of him had her own ideas and was very arbitrary. She did not cooperate with her colleagues, did not listen to the leader's instructions, and even thought that what others did was wrong. She She asked Wang Yincheng for a manuscript as soon as she opened her mouth. She had a bad relationship with most of her colleagues, looked down upon many of them, and was even more dissatisfied with him as the person in charge of the airborne troops.
"Ye Anning." Wang Yincheng looked at her, and his attitude finally cooled down completely: "I think before you write a qualified manuscript, you should learn how to be a human being first." After that, he picked up his bag and coat and left.
Wang Yincheng had been thinking about Ye Anning when he got off the elevator. The local newspaper he was working for was actually very famous in the local area. Although it was very traditional, its sales volume had always been very good. Wang Yincheng felt that the boss of the newspaper was not a fool and would not care so little about feathers. Although the financial section did not attract as much attention as the entertainment section, it was not as valuable. Ye Anning's character flaws were so obvious that Lao Liu must have been there more than once after becoming editor-in-chief. After impeaching Ye Anning, why would the boss put such a person in the financial section
Because they are related...
Wang Yincheng couldn't figure it out, but the boss must have his own reasons.
When the elevator stopped on the tenth floor, two women in professional attire got on. One of them laughed loudly at the woman next to him when he came in: "If Ye Xiaotian hadn't taken care of family relationships back then, that woman would have been there." Can you continue to hang out in our H city?"
Another woman looked around and pulled her back: "Keep your voice down, you're afraid others won't know!!"
"Tch, are you afraid that others won't know if you do it? You dare to report your cousin's scandal to the police! When you were an intern, you were more ruthless than anyone else!"
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Wang Yincheng went to the parking lot to pick up the car and was about to return it to Chen Jiao. When he called Chen Jiao, the person on the other end said, "Come to XXX Kindergarten. I'm right here on Fuxing Road. Damn it!" Chen Jiao was there. The other end of the phone suddenly yelled something dirty.
Wang Yincheng frowned: "What's wrong?"
Chen Jiao sounded anxious: "My son was bullied at school. I just arrived...don't cry, don't cry." Chen Jiao's voice suddenly turned softer at the last few words.
"Okay, got it."
Wang Yincheng and Chen Jiao met by chance. At that time, Chen Jiao and Wang Yincheng were still in City S. Wang Yincheng was working as a freelancer and Chen Jiao was working as a chef in a restaurant. Ever since Wang Yincheng wrote his first novel in Literature City, Chen Jiao has been his loyal fan and served as the administrator of his official website. At that time, Chen Jiao was not Chen Jiao. He was still a beautiful big-footed girl. Wang Yincheng Nor is it Wang Yincheng, he is Cheng Yin who writes novels. Later, the two of them gradually became familiar with each other in the circle, and they were in the same city. Chen Jiao said let's go out and meet each other. I will bring you delicious food. At that time, Wang Yincheng was working on manuscripts all day long and was seriously lacking in exercise and nutrition, so he agreed. .
The two have known each other for many years, from the Internet to reality.
As for how Chen Jiao came to H City and how he had a pink son for no apparent reason, Wang Yincheng said that realistic art is always higher than life.
Wang Yincheng drove to the kindergarten. When he parked the car at the door, he found that the door of the kindergarten was closed, and only a small side door was opened next to it.
The guard looked at Wang Yincheng's car and then at Wang Yincheng himself, and stuck his head out of the reception room: "Which child are you the parent of?"
Wang Yincheng thought for a while, "The child was bullied at school."
Guard: "Oh, come in quickly. The beating was so fierce today that the teacher couldn't even pull him away."
Wang Yincheng walked into the small door and called Chen Jiao to ask where he was now.
Chen Jiao: "Go straight in and walk past the fountain to a building. There is a spiral staircase on the second floor."
Wang Yincheng walked in, and after going up to the second floor, he found several parents and children gathered around the hall on the second floor. It was noisy. Some children were crying, teachers were constantly explaining and persuading, and some parents were cursing.
Wang Yincheng stood on the periphery and looked around for anyone. Suddenly someone grabbed his wrist. A woman about forty years old wearing bright red clothes sighed with emotion: "You are here, hurry up, your child has broken everyone's head." It's over! It's in the infirmary!" After saying that, he grabbed Wang Yincheng and walked downstairs.
Wang Yincheng frowned, wondering why the woman in front of him mistook the person, "I'm sorry, you got the wrong person."
The woman frowned: "Stop joking! Liu Xu has done something terrible this time. A chunk of his child's hair has been rubbed off. Come on, you don't have to worry about this, just follow me!..."
As the woman spoke, she went to drag Wang Yincheng again. Chen Jiao intervened behind Leng Buding: "Director Fu, you have mistaken the person. He is my friend and he came to see me. He has no children."
"Ah?" Director Fu was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a moment. He looked at Chen Jiao and then at Wang Yincheng. She knew Chen Jiao, "Oh, I'm sorry, sorry."