Back at the office, Chu Li looked like a plague ghost with chicken plague, he had no intention of working, and just wanted to find someone to vomit—
The person in charge of onlookers is naturally Mr. L, because he is an outsider, so Chuli told him everything that happened in the morning, and emphasized that he was only a small step away from a certain number agreed with Lao Miao , which led to the failure of my senior deputy editor...
She let her imagination run amok, imagining some unknown dirty deal between Lao Miao and the boss of the marketing department: This is not impossible, think about it carefully, just now in the subscription letter of "Luohe Divine Book" When sending out, the marketing department immediately notified Chuli of the order quantity, and Lao Miao seemed to know the result at the same time.
This shows that he has someone in the marketing department.
Chu Li frowned, rubbed his head with a headache, looked at Mr. L's casual tone and said to her, "It's normal, the position of deputy editor is just given to you as a newcomer, what does that sound like? Maybe it's because of your bet that the first Yincai 'exactly' lost ten or twenty thousand."
Tsk, that makes sense.
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Anyway, today is really unlucky, I feel like nothing good happened.]
[Mr. L who disappeared: Ever since you joined the Yuanyue Club, haven't you been so unlucky every day?]
[The Missing Mr. L: Hiukawa’s online pre-sale was a big success, you should be happy. Yuanyue Society should praise you well, stand up and applaud you - how many years have they not opened the first print so high?]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Yes, Yuyao told me just now that my actions not only sell a book, but also make those old-fashioned marketing departments who refuse to use their brains finally see the big business of Internet marketing. Fat meat is revolutionary—in short, we can look forward to salary increases and year-end bonuses... Maybe the outstanding employee award at the end of the year is also mine. Get started first.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: But, I'm still in a bad mood, Ah Gui's ISBN can't be approved, I don't know how to tell her now, I promise to publish a book for her.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: I don’t say anything, but I also know that she must be very disappointed.]
After Chu Li finished speaking, he closed the dialogue with Mr. L a little irritably, sat in front of the computer and thought for a while, stood up, and pulled Yu Yao into the small conference hall of the editorial department.
Sure enough, he only found out after talking about it. In fact, Yu Yao also felt that it was a pity that "Hearing" could not be released. The meaning behind the words was that he also hoped to make up for Ah Gui.
"How to compensate?"
"We can discuss this further. By the way, Suo Heng's old serialization is coming to an end soon. Have you decided on the theme of the new serialization?"
"... I made an appointment with her to hand in the selection questions this week, and I'll ask about the progress later."
Chuli got such an ambiguous answer from Yuyao, so he couldn't say anything more... Leaving the conference hall, he sat back in front of the computer, first left a message to Suo Heng to remind her to remember to submit the questions, and then mustered up the courage to click on the conversation with A Gui In one go, he told her that the content of "Hearing" had not been approved, and the book number could not be approved.
[The ghost behind you: ... Xiba! Is the baby's flower branch award gone! They only accept regular publications don't they! What do you think if I send a copy of my personal history to the selection unit?]
Chu Li didn't expect Ah Gui to react like this at all, so he couldn't laugh or cry—
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Can it be better, you are still thinking about the Huazhi award...]
[The ghost behind you: There is no difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish, but now I really don't care about it... "Hearing" just failed the trial, very sad.]
Staring at the three words "very sad", Chu Li was as depressed as a defeated rooster.
[The sailor invited by the monkey: ... sorry.]
[The ghost behind you: It's okay. To be honest, it’s not particularly sad. I think it’s expected. I didn’t have much hope for it. A Danmei article was published in Yuanyue Society. The acceptance of tanbiwen in the literary world has changed from "none" to "one step to the sky", everything has to be done slowly.]
[The ghost behind you: Your editor-in-chief promised to give compensation?]
[The ghost behind you: What compensation, I need to implement it, don't just play lip service, I will be glassy.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: I don’t know what the compensation is, I guess it’s an increase in your manuscript fee if you’re still willing to write for our liar magazine...]
[The ghost behind you: From eighty thousand characters to one hundred and two thousand characters? Holding grass is fine, then I accept it!]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Can you stop being so optimistic, it makes me feel even more uncomfortable.]
[The ghost behind you: Don't be sad, what can I do, even if I can't sleep in the middle of the night and hate myself for not being Hiukawa, the sky will still be bright? Why don't you give me the proofreading of "Hearing" and I'll publish a personal blog... Don't waste it after proofreading, right? It's a professional proofreading.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: That will not be given to you either.]
[The ghost behind you: Ruthless. It seems that you are not really uncomfortable, and you are not really guilty of me.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: ... you go.]
In fact, Agui was wrong.
The first ceremony is really uncomfortable, the degree of difficulty is no less than watching a healthy and lively child with a future such as Peking University and Tsinghua University stillborn in the womb—this is her three months pregnant, holding and " "Luohe Divine Book" is a project that is being promoted with equal enthusiasm, and now one of them has landed and has been a great success; the other has fallen one centimeter before the finish line.
Although it can be seen that A Gui has been trying to comfort her calmly as the original author's mother, but...
As an editor, how could she not feel sad about this kind of thing.
…
For the next whole day, no one dared to provoke Chu Li. It was supposed to be a joyful day, but she sat in her seat, capitalized "depressed"...
That frustration could be smelled hundreds of miles away, and those who originally wanted to come up to her and say "Congratulations on the big sale of "Luohe Divine Book"" all suppressed it alive.
Chu Li continued to mourn until he got off work.
It was a rare day when I got home early, and when I got home, Hiukawa wasn't lying on the sofa shaking his legs, the man was sitting in front of the computer typing with his hands crackling... I don't know who he was chatting with.
Chu Li put down his bag and walked over. Standing behind the man, he didn't say anything about turning his head, and showed Chu Li the chat records on the computer—
[Xindun-Baizhi: The editors of Yuanyue Society can do it. This online pre-sale made us all stunned. I didn't expect to be able to play like this... During the regular meeting in the morning, the boss put "Luohe Shenshu" online on weekends. The sales matter was directly used as a case, and we were given a big meal.]
[Xindun-Baizhi: Ask us, what could be more embarrassing than the marketing methods being outdated by Yuanyue Society.]
[Xindun-Baizhi: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha whom I can't lift my head up.]
[Hikawa: She is a new editor, she just joined.]
[Xindun-Bai Zhi: Then you picked up the baby? I just said, the deputy editor-in-chief Miao of Yuanyue Club, plus the head of the marketing department like Liang, if they think of such a fresh idea, it will be raining red.]
[Xindun-Bai Zhi: Why did this baby lump go to a gathering place for the elderly like Yuanyue Society?]
[Xindun-Baizhi: The Yuanyue Club is rotten from the shell to the bone, my heart hurts so much.]
[Hi Chuan: Ha, the ghost knows why she is going, but she still worships Yuanyue Society to death.]
Xindun, Gu Baizhi.
I have heard of this person at the beginning, and I have occasionally mentioned it to Lao Miao and the author before. He is the gold medal editor of the New Shield Society, who climbed to the position of editor-in-chief when he was less than thirty years old. Looking back in the best-selling novel category, as long as it is published by Xindun, 2.5/3 of the editors are her name.
New Shield Society and Yuanyue Society are now able to compete with each other in the traditional paper media publishing industry, and it is indispensable that this gold medal editor sits behind.
At this moment, standing behind Zhou Chuan, Chu Li akimbo watched him and Gu Baizhi laughing at Yuan Yueshe back and forth, and was considering whether to screw Zhou Chuan's head off, when suddenly his eyelids jumped and he saw the opposite party coming Such a sentence—
[Xindun-Baizhi: Then you considered signing us the "Yellow Spring Inn" on Weibo?]
The silence lasted for a whole day, and the numb nerves seemed to be activated.
At that moment, I felt all the energy and blood rushing to my head.
This was the straw that broke the camel's back—
Chu Li's hands that were placed on the back of Hiukawa's chair suddenly tightened. Just as the man put his hands on the keyboard and typed the words "this book, me", his whole hand was pressed directly on the keyboard by the outstretched claws. —
The man turned his head slightly in astonishment, and faced the fierce face directly!
Chu Li directly crossed the man's shoulder, stretched out his hand, then violently yanked it, unloading the entire keyboard from the computer. Before the man could react in time, what were the two soft things pressing on his shoulders, and his breath When the familiar breath quickly passed by, the person behind him quickly backed away holding the keyboard, like a rabbit with fried hair: "You said that "The Inn of the Underworld" is mine!!!"
Hiukawa stood up, looked at Chu Li behind him without reacting, and then looked at the four words "this book, me" plus a bunch of garbled characters sent out on Q, his eyes finally stayed on the book that Chu Li held in his arms. on the keyboard...
Sensing the man's gaze, Chu Li took two steps back holding the keyboard!
"You put down the keyboard first..."
"I don't!" Chuli felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and all the grievances he had suffered throughout the day were vented at this moment, "You are all liars—good words will never count! Lao Miao can collude with the marketing department to make "Luohe" The first printing of "Shenshu" is at 34W! "Hearing" that has passed the first trial, second trial and eighth trial can also be said that it will not give the ISBN! The "Huangquan Inn" promised to me the night before yesterday turned out to be Xindun's. The gold medal editor is amazing! They are all liars!"
Chu Li's eyes quickly turned red.
She snorted loudly, then let out a loud sob, twisted her head, hugged the keyboard and jumped up and down the attic!
After being stunned for a moment, Hiukawa came to his senses, subconsciously raised his feet to chase, and the two chased one after the other. At this time, Chu Li even ran away with his slippers, ran to the stairs and took two steps up, and was caught by someone. Grab the clothes—
The foot slipped, and the whole person fell forward in an embarrassing posture like a dog chewing shit, and his knee hit the stair step heavily. When the piercing pain came, a large drop of liquid from the eye socket also fell on the back of the hand.
Chu Li threw away the keyboard in her hand, stood up while holding on to the banister of the stairs, and was about to go to her room in the attic. At this moment, she felt the big hand grabbing her collar pull back slightly—
She leaned back.
Then he was hugged by the waist, and walked directly up the stairs.
Behind her, the sound of the man's violent breathing was next to her ears, and her heaving chest was pressed against her back. She struggled for a while and then was held tightly, finally tired of struggling, and her hands were powerlessly touching the big hands around her waist. I scratched my big hand twice...
Immediately afterwards, he bowed his head powerlessly, weeping uncontrollably.
Crackling tears fell all over his red-stained hands.
"You don't count your words... Feelings, feelings play people's games... What scale is too big not to approve the ISBN, how did you agree to the author? Something happened, uh, if something happened, just ignore it, a book number can't be approved Don’t do it, let the responsible editor die? Also, don’t bet if you can’t afford to lose at 350,000 in the first printing. Give it to whoever, give it to Xindun, they have money, they are rich and powerful, they will not send beggars, and I will give you a million first seals—”
Chu Li spoke intermittently, more than half of it was finished, a lot of swear words in his stomach didn't have time to swear, all stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even utter the last word, full of grievances, like a flood that had been unloaded from the gate, gushed out And out...
Behind him, the man who was hugging her and huddled at the top of the attic stairs didn't say anything.
When she couldn't breathe from crying, she sighed, raised her hand, and carelessly touched her face: "I haven't said anything yet."
Chu Li lowered his head, and felt the person who was holding her behind him let go of his hand and turned her around... The man bent over halfway, rubbing and rubbing under her eyes with his dry and warm hand, and said in a helpless tone, "You're just like this?" Don't trust me."
Chuli lowered his head.
There is no sound.
She shed her own tears silently, and the lacrimal glands were so well developed that it was outrageous.
Hiukawa looked at her wet face, and the mole at the corner of her eye was particularly eye-catching, and thought to himself, this is really crying, at least he saw it with his own eyes—
Although it is better not to see.