"What's this?"
Yang Feng asked Chu Kuang using the address book.
Lin Yuan saw the message after he finished his meal and replied, "Isn't this a manuscript commissioned by your company? The person who commissioned it is You Rong, who said he is the editor-in-chief of Fun Reading magazine. Did I meet a scammer?"
Lin Yuan felt somewhat fortunate.
Fortunately, he was smart enough to send the manuscript to Yang Feng, the editor of "Prince of Tennis" at Silver Blue Bookstore. If the guy who called himself You Rong was not from Silver Blue Bookstore, Lin Yuan would not have suffered any loss.
“He’s not a liar.”
Yang Feng replied with a complicated expression.
Seeing that Chu Kuang didn't reply, Yang Fengteng stood up from his seat and called the editor-in-chief: "Editor-in-chief, you have to step in on this matter. You Rong actually asked Chu Kuang for an article without telling us!"
"What?"
The editor-in-chief on the other end of the phone shuddered, his tone filled with anger: "It's hard to guard against thieves in your own home. He, You Rong, dared to ask Chu Kuang for an article without telling our Youth Fantasy Department. Does he still take us seriously? I'm working in the company now, I'll go to the magazine department to settle the score with him!"
Many companies have annual holidays.
However, there are people on duty at the Silver and Blue Library during the Spring Festival. All of them are local people from Su City, and the salary is five times the usual amount. With such a generous reward, many people are still willing to work during the Spring Festival.
Hang up the phone.
The editor-in-chief of the Youth Fantasy Department, Lao Xiong, rushed directly to the magazine department and saw the person in charge of the magazine department, You Rong, at a glance: "Old You, are you guys doing something unkind? You actually asked Chu Kuang for an article behind our backs?"
"Old Bear, that's a harsh thing to say."
From the moment Chu Kuang said that he had sent the manuscript to Yang Feng, You Rong knew something bad was going to happen, so he prepared himself mentally in advance: "I was just about to notify you, but you came. Sit down and have a cup of tea. We are all colleagues."
"Don't try to act crazy."
Ignoring the strange looks from the employees around him, Lao Xiong said unhappily, "Chu Kuang's Prince of Tennis submits 200,000 words every month. I don't need to tell you how high the sales of this book are now. As a result, you still want to ask him to write for you. Isn't this affecting his creation?"
"It's not my fault."
You Rong was also anxious: "Even if I don't ask Chu Kuang to write, he will publish his short stories on the tribe. I am very optimistic about the quality of his short stories. Instead of publishing them for free on the tribe, why not publish them on our "QuDu"? After all, this is our company's ace magazine."
"He was acting on impulse."
Lao Xiong's anger grew stronger: "But you have encouraged his interest in writing short stories. After all, human energy is limited. After he finishes writing short stories for your magazine, how much energy will he have left to update Prince of Tennis?"
"He volunteered."
You Rong coughed.
This kind of thing should indeed be notified in advance, but You Rong knew that Lao Xiong would most likely not allow it in order to ensure the stable update of "Prince of Tennis", so he thought of acting first and reporting later, but he didn't expect the result to backfire.
"Are you trying to rob someone on purpose?"
"How can it be called robbing when they are all from the same company?"
"I think you are just jealous of our performance!"
"Old Bear, you are going too far."
The two editors-in-chief were really angry now, and they even started arguing in front of the employees. Finally, someone called the editor-in-chief over, and the two sides calmed down temporarily. However, the editor-in-chief was also troubled: "Stop yelling, let me see the manuscript."
Soon Yang Feng sent the manuscript to the editor-in-chief.
The manuscript was called "The Gift of the Magi" and was only three thousand words long, so the editor-in-chief was able to finish reading it quickly.
But what makes Lao Xiong and You Rong wonder is...
After reading the manuscript, the editor-in-chief was surprisingly silent.
Take a closer look.
Both of them were stunned.
The editor-in-chief, who was always serious and known for his majesty, actually had slightly red eyes at this moment, and even quietly wiped away a tear.
The editor-in-chief was so angry that he cried
Now both of them were frightened.
You Rong said anxiously, "Editor-in-Chief, what's wrong with you? It's New Year's Day, and we just had a little conflict. There's no need for you to be so upset."
"that is."
Lao Xiong didn't dare to argue this time: "It's just a commissioned article. Since Chu Kuang has agreed, I won't say anything. He dared to accept it, which means he is confident that he can take care of both sides."
The two had never seen the editor-in-chief like this.
The editor-in-chief stood up and ignored the two of them. He made a phone call with a slightly hoarse voice: "Book me a ticket home immediately. I want the earliest flight."
"Editor-in-Chief..."
Lao Xiong and You Rong were completely panicked.
The editor-in-chief had originally said that he would not go home for the Spring Festival this year, but he ended up getting so angry that he started crying because of such a trivial matter between these two people!
I don’t even care about my work!
The editor-in-chief glanced at the two with red eyes and said, "Do you know how hard it was for me when I first started my business?"
"ah?"
The editor-in-chief ignored the two people's confusion and said to himself, "I remember when it was the worst, my wife and I could survive the whole day with just boiled water and steamed buns. Later, my wife found a cleaning job in the school cafeteria, so I went to the school cafeteria to eat at noon every day under the pretext of visiting her and drinking the free soup. It tasted so delicious."
The old bear asked subconsciously: "What happened next?"
The editor-in-chief smiled softly. "Later, my wife moved into a luxurious villa and ate all kinds of delicious food. But she had to take care of my parents in the villa, and she was often alone when eating delicacies. Do you think we are happier before or now? It's the New Year, and I have to spend some time with my family. You locals, please work harder. Please."
After saying that, the editor-in-chief bowed slightly, then turned and left.
You Rong yelled in shock: "Editor-in-Chief..."
The editor-in-chief suddenly paused and said, "Well, by the way, please get me a signature from Mr. Chu Kuang and tell him that I am a fan of his books."
This time, the editor-in-chief really left.
But Lao Xiong and You Rong looked at each other and vaguely realized that the cause of this incident was not the conflict between the two of them.
Because the editor-in-chief has been working at Blue Silver Books for so many years, this is the first time he publicly admitted that he is a fan of a writer under the company.
novel!
It's a novel!
The two suddenly came to their senses and stopped arguing. They just asked Yang Feng to send them a copy of "The Gift of the Magi".
This may be the source of the editor-in-chief's change of mind.
After the old bear left.
You Rong couldn't wait to open "The Gift of the Magi". He wanted to see what was written in this novel, so much so that the editor-in-chief even neglected his work.
The novel is short.
While reading the novel, You Rong did not have any special reaction.
But when he read the ending of the novel, You Rong suddenly couldn't help but cover his temples on both sides of his forehead and wailed in pain:
"ah!"
Now he completely understood the editor-in-chief's abnormality. The power of words is terrifying. People who have had similar experiences will always read other people's stories and shed their own tears, especially when faced with such an explosive ending in the novel "The Gift of the Magi"!
"Boss, what's wrong?"
An employee couldn't help but express concern.
You Rong slumped in his chair: "Chu Kuang told me to wait until I finish reading the novel before making an offer... How dare I make an offer for a novel like this..."