After receiving the notification of the interview result, Chu Li was asked to start work immediately on the first day of the next month. It took her the remaining half a month to find a place to stay in this city - a location that is a bit remote, more than 40 square meters, but better than a clean single apartment... Then she was looking forward to it like a bride to be married With the arrival of April 1st.
The night before officially joining the company, Chuli didn't sleep well all night. She notified all her relatives and friends of the good news that she joined Yuanyue Society, and even privately knocked on her heart, Xiao Bailian, who has been a fan of her for ten years. publish the best book
In short, I am full of the joy of stepping into the circle I am longing for at last.
…
At dawn the next day, Chuli jumped up to wash and tidy herself up, then followed the route that she had checked out and reviewed several times silently, and rushed to the building she had visited not long ago.
When passing by the display cabinet of Yuanyue Society's works in the lobby on the first floor, Chu Li couldn't help but slow down and take a second look: a publishing house, only the high-quality books produced are eligible to appear on the display cabinet—Chu Li hopes that one day, there will be one or a few books that he made on it.
... ... Although an hour after making this wish, she saw the skinnyness of reality—
Chuli gathered in the meeting room with other newcomers who had passed the interview, and she was a little excited when waiting for the heads of various departments of the Yuanyue Society to come to lead the candidates—it was still like a dream, and she couldn’t believe that she was about to come Became the editor of Yuanyue Society—until she found that the people around her were being called by name one after another, and finally she was the only one left, and she began to feel uneasy about it. She finally saw a person not far away walking on high heels, walking slowly He pushed the door open and walked in.
When he saw that person's face clearly, the little excitement in Chu Li's heart was replaced by "whats the f*ck"—the person who came was none other than the one who looked anxious to go home for dinner and asked her 1,800 yuan a month Do it or not lady.
As expected, it's April 1st, and the scene in front of me has a corresponding festive effect—I saw that the late lady didn't seem surprised at this moment. There was only one person in the conference room looking up at her stupidly. Walking in front of Chu Li without slowing down: "Chu Li?"
Chu Li jumped up from the chair with a "wow": "Hi, I'm—"
Ms.: "My name is Yu Yao, and I am the editor-in-chief of the new issue of "Moonlight". Welcome to join our editorial team."
Chu Li was stunned for a moment: "Moonlight?"
Not "Star Trails"
Yu Yao Yitiao has delicately drawn eyebrows.
Chu Li: "Moonlight! I'm so happy!"
Yu Yao lowered his eyes and ignored the strange sound at the end, handed out the contract, opened the first page, and at the same time said in a flat voice: "The probationary period is tentatively scheduled for two months, and both parties have plans to call it off at any time." Rights - you can leave at any time; I can also decide whether you will become a regular at any time. The monthly salary of the internship period is tentatively set at 2,500 yuan, the attendance bonus is 100 yuan, and the daily meal allowance is 10 yuan. After all, the sunset red industry is very difficult to earn. You is that OK?"
Chu Li was full of black question mark faces, and Mr. L's brainwashed "Going bankrupt! Going bankrupt! Going bankrupt!" took over the contract and forced a smile: "... ... ... ... ... no problem , Really, "Moonlight"! I'm so happy!"
That's how the contract was signed.
Because at this time, Chuli was too poor to afford the train ticket to flee home immediately and hug her mother's thigh and become a trash rice bug who didn't want to make progress.
…
Ten minutes later, Chu Li stood in front of the office at the end of the corridor where he lost his way and ran into the fox—the small blackboard was still the same, but the office was no longer empty at this time, and there were about five people sitting scattered in it. six people.
There is a fish tank at the door of the office, and there are more than a dozen parrot fish in the fish tank. When Yu Yao went in, he poured in a scavenger fish that had been raised in another tank for a while to adapt to the environment. Chu Li felt that it fell into a pile of parrot fish. The shivering scavenger fish is a bit like its new self—
… Uh.
Seeing the arrival of a new colleague, although the people in the office seemed to be lacking in interest, they reluctantly raised their eyelids to say hello to Chu Li—
"Ah, is there a newcomer here? I didn't even know that this time recruiting people would be stuffed into our place? Really, it's already crowded enough, it seems that the seat next to me is going to be donated. Where can I put it, fendi was purchased on weekends!"
A: Deputy editor-in-chief Lao Miao, a man who looks gay and is in a bad mood today. He is in his early thirties and looks good at dressing up—Lao Miao is the main responsible for the novel manuscripts of "Moonlight" magazine. In the introduction, the authors under him are Zhou Chuan, Heng Suo, Hippo, Nian Nian and other great gods... Lao Miao is sitting under Yu Yao's eyes, next to Chu Li;
"Is it the editor? I am the editor of the United States, Ah Xiang, um, that's it."
B: The American editor, Ah Xiang, wears glasses and is silent, loves to giggle, and looks patient.
"My surname is Li, you can call me Lao Li."
C: American editor Lao Li, male, in his thirties, looks quite old-fashioned.
"Newcomer... I'm also a half-novice, just call me Xiaoniao!"
D: Xiaoniao, a semi-new editor who joined the job one and a half months earlier than Chuli, has long curly hair, Mori girl style, speaks softly, and blush easily;
The new colleagues have different styles of painting, the only thing in common is that everyone is very cold.
everyone.
—This is probably a magazine that will make people with social phobia feel warm.
While complaining in her heart, Chu Li followed the instructions and sat down beside Lao Miao. What caught her nose was the smell of men's cologne. She turned her head to look at Lao Miao, and then met Lao Miao's eyes. Chu Li Sit up straighter: "Deputy editor!"
Lao Miao: "Don't call me a bureaucrat, just call me Lao Miao."
While talking, Lao Miao unceremoniously threw her a few URLs and a unified account password, and told her that today's job is to sort out readers' private letters from the official Weibo and "Moonlight" exclusive submission magazine mailboxes, and select them. Valuable emails will be sorted out and handed in separately.
Lao Miao: "If you don't understand, you can ask."
Chuli: "Oh! Okay!"
Even if your tone sounds like you can break my neck if I ask you.
Chu Li really wanted to ask if the submission mailbox is just for submission, but because of Lao Miao's attitude, she chose to obediently shut her mouth before doing things, and swallowed the question she wanted to ask: If the mailbox is full of manuscripts , what else can be called "valuable" mail, and what is "worthless" mail
... But then she quickly understood the definition of the latter.
As soon as she opened the magazine's exclusive mailbox, the number "99" caught her eyes. She glanced at it hastily, and Chu Li found that the emails in the magazine's submission mailbox were definitely not just simple submissions. On average, there would be There is a serious submission, and the rest are messy other emails. The types can be roughly divided into three categories—
The first category, simply ask the way and find the cubs:
"Hello, do you want to submit to this email address if you submit a manuscript for a magazine?";
"May I ask the magazine submission mailbox";
"Where to submit the manuscript";
"How much is your manuscript fee standard, and how do you submit it?";
"How to submit";
—For this kind of people, Chu Li kindly copied and pasted: Hello, just send the submission to this email address, thank you (≧ω≦)! ! !
The second category, showing off writing:
"Hi, I'm an author, can I submit a paper like this to your magazine: [In this sad and bright March, I stood by the classroom window and saw the afterglow of the setting sun pouring in from the window, and the playground outside the window It seems to be isolated in the tranquility of another world, and the fine dust is broken into time]... ";
"Hello, I have a sample draft here. I don't know if I can get some pointers from the editor: [A person's life will eventually become a person, and I will be the only one left on this road. I hug Looking at the memories I think are precious, I stop and go along the way, remembering the good things I had with him... But I am afraid that when I finally come to the end of this road one day, I find that those things I am afraid to forget have long been forgotten. I forget. Fear, swallow me.]…”
"Hello, do you collect poetry and prose here? There is a poem here: [The bright moon clears and the moon shadow returns, and the peony flowers return a few people]..."
—For this kind of people, Chu Li chooses to ignore them from "wow" to "f*ck" in his heart, and finally aesthetically fatigued, numb and expressionless.
The third category, asking about the author’s life and death—this kind of angle is quite tricky. Chu Li was not sure whether to reply or ignore it, so he had no choice but to ask the old Miao who was sitting next to her and handed over the work to her...
Chu Li stretched his neck and lowered his voice: "Old Miao, let me ask you a question, it seems that this reader said, 'I am a fan of Menglu Dada, and the first issue of "Moonlight" magazine published our short stories, Dada She never appeared again, may I ask where she went', how should I answer?"
The mouse clicked "Kaka" in Lao Miao's hand and stopped: "You can answer her, except that she wants to see the cute donkey, there is no other person who wants to see the author again, and the cute donkey is no longer The reason why it appeared in our magazine is probably because of this."
First ceremony: "..."
Chu Li: "Then there is this one. Ask Hiukawa, how tall is Hiukawa? What kind of books do you usually like to read? Do you have a reading list suggestion for new authors or middle school students?"
After Chu Li finished speaking, for some reason, the entire editorial department suddenly became quiet. Everyone, including Boss Yao, raised their heads to look at Chu Li—as if what she just asked was actually the color of the underwear that Lao Miao was wearing today. .
Chuli: "???"
Chu Li's heart skipped a beat and he always felt that something was wrong. He smiled nervously and quickly added: "Is the scale of these questions okay? I heard that Mr. Zhou Chuan is very good. Readers usually ask him these questions on Weibo. He will occasionally reply, if it is a question from the magazine—”
Should I answer it more
Before Chu Li could finish speaking, Lao Miao let go of the mouse, and the swivel chair under his butt turned around to face Chu Li. Then he smiled and waved to Chu Li: "Come here."
Chu Li stood up uneasily, came behind Lao Miao, then watched as Lao Miao opened his Q, then found a person named "Ri Chuan", and began to type with his head down—
[Meow: Mr. Hikawa, our newcomers have some questions, please, I want to ask you, can you answer them? How tall is it? What kind of books do you usually like to read? Is there a reading list suggestion for new authors or middle school students?]
After Lao Miao finished typing, he took his hands off the keyboard.
A few seconds later, words popped out of the QQ dialog box on the computer screen that Chu Li was staring at——
[Hikawa: Are you free?]
[Hi Chuan: Don't you want to pull black?]
[Hikawa: Reading list for middle school students? "Eighteen Styles of Longyang".]
Lao Miao: "Look."
First Ritual: “………………………”
Look at the yarn.
Chu Li: "This can't be Hiukawa."
The eyes of Lao Miao looking at Chu Li instantly turned into the eyes of caring for the mentally handicapped.