At the headquarters of "Shilin" magazine, Xu Yalun looked at the surge in attention on his Weibo, his big eyes lit up, and a proud smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This suggestion was made by her!
But what excited her the most was the heavy triple bonus! That’s a lot of little money! Thinking like this, Xu Yalun's eyes gradually began to become rounder, and even had a faint tendency to glow yellow.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Xu Yalun was so excited that she didn't even hear the knock on the door from outside. In the end, it was Li Dongxu's somewhat annoyed voice that woke her up!
"Xiao Xu, what are you thinking about? Why don't you open the door quickly and see who it is!"
Xu Yalun got an idea, jumped up from his chair, and quickly opened the door. I saw several middle-aged people in formal suits and an uncle in his thirties standing outside the door.
These middle-aged people are all leaders of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, and the uncle is Xue Bin.
"Who are you looking for?"
Xu Yalun was startled by the momentum of everyone in front of him, but he refused to admit defeat and said with his little head held high.
At this time, the honest-looking uncle took a step forward and said politely to her: "This is the "Shilin" publishing house, right? We are staff of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, and we are here to visit your editor-in-chief. , please give me a recommendation!"
"I'll go! Mr. Li's Weibo post @ Chinese Calligraphers Association, these uncles are coming to kill us. Are we going to cause trouble?"
Seemingly sensing Xu Yalun's embarrassment, Xue Bin said gently: "We are here to inspect the manuscript and inquire about the calligrapher."
When Xu Yalun heard that these uncles were reading manuscripts, his face turned green, but when he heard the words "that calligrapher", he almost became happy again.
Xue Bin couldn't help but froze when he saw Xu Yalun's expression being so complicated and indescribable in words, and thought to himself that there was something wrong with this girl's brain, right
…
When Li Dongxu learned the identities of this group of visitors, he quickly ran out of the office, personally welcomed these guests, and took them all to his office.
"Editor Li, to be honest, we are here just to pay homage to the manuscript you received. Is that okay?" Zhang Dongyang said with a smile at this time.
"Uh... Well, you'd better wait to read the poetry collection we publish. It will be better this way!" Li Dongxu also had a strange look on his face and said hesitantly.
Zhang Dongyang thought that Li Dongxu was not willing to show them the manuscript for appreciation, and his expression turned ugly.
"To be honest, this manuscript... I am really afraid that I will disappoint you all if I take out this manuscript!"
As Li Dongxu spoke, he took out a compression bag from the desk drawer.
He carefully opened the compression bag, took out dozens of small notes, and carefully placed them on the desk.
After doing all this, he stood up and whispered: "Hey, this is the manuscript you want to read..."
Zhang Dongyang and Xue Bin looked at each other with shocked expressions in their eyes. It seemed that no one could have imagined that this manuscript would look like this.
Immediately, angry looks appeared on the faces of the leaders of the Calligraphers Association. The one who reacted most violently was Xue Bin. He took a few steps forward, grabbed Li Dongxu by the collar, and roared loudly:
"Tell me, how did you get this manuscript? Why did you make it like this? What a waste of resources!"
…
Qin Hao has almost designed the entire game in the past two days, and now only needs to complete some sub-plots. There is simply no job now, so Qin Hao is happy to work part-time in the unit.
However, while Qin Hao was still typing on the keyboard, the door to the office was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a group of middle-aged people rushed in angrily.
Standing in the middle of the crowd was a man in his thirties with a simple and honest face. Unexpectedly, he rushed towards Qin Hao as soon as he entered the room. He angrily placed a small compression bag on Qin Hao's desk and shouted loudly. asked:
"Is this how you tore this manuscript?"
Qin Hao was a little confused at this time. Wasn't this manuscript given to Li Dongxu? How could it suddenly appear in the hands of this buddy? However, out of curiosity, he nodded honestly.
A group of middle-aged people looked like they were mourning for their heirs. They pointed at Qin Hao sadly and said angrily: "Sweep the floor gracefully, sweep the floor gracefully!"
"Um?"
Qin Hao was stunned at this time and said: "Wait a minute, what on earth did I do that is so outrageous that it makes you so angry? Do you want to tell me to make me happy?"
A group of middle-aged uncles were obviously not used to Qin Hao's way of speaking, and they were about to rush up angrily. In the end, Xue Bin calmed everyone down and asked: "Where are the originals of these manuscripts? Are they still in your possession?"
Qin Hao rolled his eyes, sat down calmly, and said in a cold tone: "This is my office, who allowed you to come in?"
"you!"
Xue Bin raised his eyebrows at this time and was about to rush forward.
"Teacher Qin Hao, don't do anything yet. If you have anything to say, please say it!"
At this time, a loud shout came from the corridor, causing everyone in the literary channel to walk out of the office, wanting to see what happened.
Qin Hao also heard this voice, which seemed a bit familiar, so he patiently did not get up. However, these uncles and uncles around Qin Hao were so angry!
paralysis! How dare a guy who destroyed a precious calligraphy collection do anything when facing us? Isn’t there any justice in the matter
"boom!"
Qin Hao's office door was pushed open again, and Qin Hao saw Li Dongxu rushing in out of breath and said: "Teacher Qin Hao, these teachers are from the Calligraphers Association. They saw... saw what I wrote yesterday. After posting on Weibo, they found me and insisted on seeing the manuscripts of these poems! Unexpectedly, they became angry as soon as they saw the appearance of these manuscripts and insisted on asking me who tore them up!"
Only then did Qin Hao understand the cause of this incident. The angry looks on the uncles' faces did not seem to be fake, and the original angry mood gradually calmed down.
"I said these manuscripts were torn up by you, the original author, but they didn't believe me and insisted on coming to argue with you! They didn't listen to my explanation at all!"
Li Dongxu was also on the verge of crying at this time.
Xue Bin glared at this time and said angrily: "Nonsense, the person who wrote these manuscripts should have been immersed in this art for at least twenty years. How could it be written by a twenty-year-old boy? Do you believe what you say? ?”