With more and more readers receiving wrong online books, the complaints on the Internet are also increasing. Chu Li did not issue an apology immediately because Yu Yao and editor-in-chief Xia are still fighting for the last ray of hope with Yuanyue Society— From the point of view of protecting the reputation of the author and Yuanyue Society, they do not want to end the curtain with the way of "one responsible editor apologizes and then ends it" without any real action...
Because the editor knows the author best, if this kind of thing happens, it will soon spread among the author circles, and if they want to discuss cooperation with the author in the future, this will be a point of concern for those authors.
But the boss of Yuanyue Society disagreed.
He was completely convinced by Liang Surf and Lao Miao, because the coser albums and painting albums they are working on have always been very popular in magazines, and these two projects that have already started cannot be lost with the printing factory. cooperation relationship.
——It's a completely embarrassing situation. In fact, the boss of Yuanyue Club may not understand the reason why editor-in-chief Xia led the editors' insistence, but he finally chose to side with Liang Surf, headed by the marketing department.
"Why?" Chu Li asked.
"Ms. Xia is going to retire," Yu Yao paused on the phone, "This time, he is really going to retire, because the results of the last physical examination indicated that he is not suitable to continue working under various circumstances... So Liang Surf Half of the butt has already sat on the position of the vice president."
Chu Li frowned subconsciously while clutching the phone. Teacher Xia retired and Liang Surfing took over. This means that the editors headed by Teacher Xia may be completely suppressed from now on...
After hanging up the phone at night, Chu Li was so tangled up that he didn't sleep well all night. In his dream, he was chased and killed by Liang Surf and Lao Miao with a 40-meter machete...
When I wake up in the morning, my soul seems to be hollowed out, and the dark circles under my eyes are thick and eye-catching, as if possessed by a ghost. I made breakfast and brought it to the dining table and sat down next to the man. He was holding a mobile phone game and playing games. daily top-up of —
This game was recently picked up by Hiukawa, who spent a hundred thousand yuan to ask him to write short stories for the game...
Then he spent 150,000 yuan just to play this broken game.
Chu Li sincerely believes that there are not many authors with such mental retardation in the world.
"Did you sleep well last night?" The man who was playing with his phone with his head down asked without looking up.
Chuli, who was putting orange juice for him and wanted to urge him to drink it up, don't play the game, his hand paused, watching the man lower his head to seriously play the game, thinking why he wasn't so serious when typing, and then thought He didn't hand in the manuscript for the serial outline, and then thought about how this person didn't cooperate with her work at all, and then thought about how her work was almost gone, after all, Teacher Xia was leaving, and then thought about yesterday At night, she lost Teacher Xia's protection in her dream and was chased by Lao Liang and Lao Miao with a forty-meter machete.
Fire starts from the bottom of my heart.
Hey, he even said he liked her!
Putting the orange juice on the table with a bang, Chu Li snorted loudly "Do you like it or not", grabbed the bag and slammed the door under the angry flames and left.
Hiukawa was taken aback by the sudden sound of closing the door, and almost threw his phone out. He raised his head from the window to see the resolute back of the man limping out, and he had a question mark on his face.
… … … … … …What's up with him
... ... ... Why don't you just ask her if she didn't sleep well last night
…
It never occurred to Hiukawa that he was angered and laid down as soon as possible because he did not appear in Chuli's dream as a hero to save the beauty last night, and here Chuli arrived at the editorial department of the "Moonlight" magazine of Yuanyue Society, and the entire editor Except for Lao Miao, the atmosphere is as heavy as a crematorium.
Chu Li suddenly remembered the first day she came to Yuanyue Club. At that time, she still felt that the atmosphere in the editorial department was like a Japanese drama. Everyone had big and small problems and work attitudes, as if waiting for the protagonist to break through one by one. —
However the reality is...
Japanese drama is a wool!
A year has passed, and the salted fish are still these salted fish!
Chu Li went to his seat and sat down. When he finished, he glanced at Yu Yao. The latter obviously suffered from insomnia last night and was in a very bad state of mind. He exchanged a glance with Chu Li. She shook her head, and then glanced at Lao Miao again. , Lao Miao was humming and picking photos for coser's upcoming album.
"..."
Chuli adjusted her state, didn't say a word, and sat firmly in her seat. After sitting down in the seat, she didn't open Q but opened the official Weibo, and all kinds of private messages and comments bombarded her one by one. After reading it again, the anxiety in my heart that had subsided a little after one night was rekindled, and soon entered the state...
Then she clicked on Suo Heng's Weibo, only to find that after yesterday's five Weibos, Suo Heng posted two more apologetic Weibos, each with a more serious tone than the previous one...
The comments below are relentless—
Yes, most readers find that they have no choice but to go to the author to solve it... Maybe they are clamoring for an explanation from the author, or they may express their disappointment to the author in a fit of anger Love, as if my sincerity has been let down by the author.
This is actually quite normal.
Because in the eyes of readers, the status of the author in the publishing house is different. The author will have a lot of voice, so the wrong product is sent, the book is flawed, or even the order is not received. Ask the author why other readers accept it. When it comes to the only ones that haven't been shipped yet...
In fact, the author can't do much in this regard, nothing more than directly taking screenshots or copying and pasting these information to the editor to ask what to do, and these things can't even be controlled by the editor, and it is impossible for the marketing department to do it for a special list. After asking a certain online dealer, it ended up being nothing—
After the author sold the book and took the money, he turned his face and irresponsible SHI basins were deducted.
After a night of fermenting, the comments on Suo Heng's Weibo were simply unbearable. After a few glances, Chu Li suddenly thought of the girl who was sitting in her seat when she arrived at the editorial office that day. Her hair was pale, her whole body was tense and fragile, she lowered her head, she said, she didn't want to write anymore, she had enough.
At this moment, it was amazing that Chu Li, who was sitting in front of the computer, suddenly understood Suo Heng's mood at that time... As a writer, maybe it is indeed different from other ordinary jobs. For "like"
From writing an 800-character composition in high school, crying to my father and mother, to calm down and write three thousand six thousand and nine thousand a day, typing down every line, earnestly describing the world I want to show to readers——
From the time the first reader appeared and said with a smile, "I like you greatly", it seemed to have the joy of the whole world;
The joy of getting the first draft fee;
Harvesting more and more readers, after many years of updating or submitting the manuscript, I sat in front of the computer tirelessly, waiting for the feedback from the editor, waiting for the comments of the readers, and carefully watching their opinions on themselves. The work sends out different opinions and discussions, following the reader's emotional joy or becoming depressed...
until one day.
When the motivation brought by this initial joy is getting farther and farther away, I start to care about my popularity;
Began to care about whether the work can be sold;
When looking at the smiling faces of other authors who are selling well in the same period, I feel the pressure in my heart while blessing;
Discrimination that may be made by editors due to grades;
When there is a problem with the sale of the work, readers will even condemn the merchant, and will not let go of the author's overwhelming crusade...
Over time, it finally broke out.
When she was sitting here, crying and saying "I don't want to write anymore" and "I'm fed up", looking back at the happy self when she just entered the industry and became a writer, she was so far away, what was going on in her heart? What kind of despair
It's just a young girl in her twenties. When other people of her age are depressed because of the struggle in the office and gossiping behind their backs, she has to face hundreds of thousands of people. crusade—
On Suo Heng's Weibo, the "I'm sorry" that was posted every few hours, every word was like a knife cutting into Chu Li's heart and stabbing her eyes.
The weird and awkward emotions sitting in Hiukawa's car yesterday afternoon finally reached its peak. She didn't even need to secretly take out the prepared eye drops. A large amount of liquid naturally gushed out of the eye sockets, and big tears "clicked" on the keyboard in front of you.
Yu Yao, who was sitting in his seat, seemed to hear the movement, raised his head and glanced at her, then was slightly taken aback;
Lao Miao stopped typing on the keyboard and clicking the mouse, turned his face and glanced at her;
Chu Li raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and stood up.
"Let's stop here, I'll post an apology on Weibo." Chu Li said, "It's because of my negligence at work that caused the printing factory to make a mistake in the order of printing orders; I didn’t get the sample booklet before sending it out, is that okay?”
Everyone was silent.
Chu Li lowered her eyes and looked at Lao Miao. Her gaze was extremely indifferent, even though there were still tears on her eyelashes at this moment... The entire office was eerily quiet, except for her voice——
"But, Lao Miao, please tell Liang Surf that I didn't do this because I compromised, I was afraid, or because I thought you were doing the right thing. I did this only for the sake of my author. If those readers who have suffered losses We must find someone to give them an explanation, that person should not be Suo Heng."
The first ceremony fell.
No one spoke for a short time.
After being silent for a few seconds, Lao Miao smiled indifferently, and said, "It's up to you to scold whoever you want, as long as you can solve the matter if you want." Chu Li also sneered at him, pulled back the chair and sat back on his own. position—
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yu Yao sitting in her seat looking at Lao Miao with a hostile gaze that she had never shown on the surface before.
"..."
Chu Li opened Weibo and began to draft an apology Weibo copy. She numbly tapped the words of apology to block everything on herself, and gradually her heart finally calmed down——
Because she knew that at this point, there was actually nothing wrong with her.
Next is the battlefield where Yu Yao will appear.