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After the mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated three times, Li Ruoyu stretched out his arms lazily. She held the phone in front of her eyes and looked at the caller ID on it. At this moment, a strange look flashed across her slightly haggard sick face.
"How do you know my mobile phone number?" Siyu answered the phone without any intention of saying hello.
"Uh..." Feng Bujue was stunned for two seconds, and then replied, "I said...then how do you know it was me?"
"It's a small bone... huh..." Siyu blew her nose once during the call without hesitation. She took away the tissue and continued in a strong nasal voice: "One time she accidentally said something, I I accidentally wrote it down, so now I know it's you calling."
"How careless she was to leak an eleven-digit number..." Feng Bujue smiled and said, "You actually wrote it down 'accidentally'..." He couldn't help but complain.
After these few words of unscrupulous nonsense, the two of them became clear in their respective hearts: Feng Bujue undoubtedly asked for the number from his mouth when he was a child; while Siyu had already learned about Feng's number from Beiling. The mobile phone number that I didn't realize was always stored in the mobile phone.
Then the question arises, why do Xiao Tan and Bei Ling know everything
Obviously, they have a good relationship, so they often keep in touch outside of the game. As for how good their relationship is... In the days when Singles' Day is approaching, I think it's better not to talk about such a heavy topic.
"I have something to talk about." Ruyu signaled Feng Bujue to change the subject in a rather arrogant tone.
Brother Jue naturally had to accommodate the girl at this moment, he smiled and said, "I'll make a call to ask about your condition (I care about you)."
"I had a high fever last night, and it's already noon the next day. If anything happens, you can only call to confirm the cause of my death (I'm fine)." Si Yu replied.
"I can't help it. It was already midnight when I saw Xiao Tan's message. That kid was in the script at the time, and I had nowhere to ask for your contact information." Feng Bujue replied, "Besides...even if I have It’s not appropriate to call your mobile phone number to a patient in the middle of the night (in fact, I wanted to call you a long time ago, just because I was afraid of disturbing your rest).”
"Oh, that's it (it's quite thoughtful)." Siyu replied coldly.
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue agreed.
Then, the two fell into a brief, but rather awkward silence. By the way, the content in parentheses above is the subtext that these two socially handicapped guys want to express.
"Since you are fine, let's see you online when your illness recovers." Still Feng Bujue broke the silence.
"Okay." Siyu replied, paused for two seconds, and said, "Thank you for your concern... goodbye."
"Goodbye." Feng Bujue replied.
The two hung up their phones almost at the same time.
"Huh..." Feng Bujue took a long breath, put the phone on the coffee table, then stood up from the sofa and stretched: "What is this delicate atmosphere... I always feel that it is better than killing monsters in the script." tired."
Just as the phone was disconnected here, the walkie-talkie at the door suddenly rang again.
"Huh? I didn't order takeaway." Feng Bujue muttered, walked to the door, picked up the receiver, "Who is there?"
A young woman's voice came from the opposite side: "Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Feng Bujue."
This voice was very strange, it was the first time Feng Bujue heard it.
"I am, who are you?" Feng Bujue asked.
"My surname is An, and I'm your new editor. I need to talk to you about some work situations." The other party replied.
"New editor?" Feng Bujue asked in confusion, "Then Lao Chen (Feng Bujue's original editor)..."
"Can I come up and talk?" The other party interrupted him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, wait a minute." Feng Bujue soon realized that it would be impolite for others to stand at the gate downstairs and talk to him, so he pressed the button to open the door.
Two minutes later, that Miss An came up by the elevator.
Feng Bujue was waiting behind the door, staring at the corridor through the peephole, so he opened the door without waiting for the other party to ring the doorbell.
"Hello, Bujue, I'm your new editor, An Yueqin." An Yueqin had read Feng Bujue's materials at the magazine, and she knew that the person in front of her was "Bujue", so she directly carried out a self-introduction. Introduced.
While shaking hands with each other, Feng Bujue looked the stranger up and down.
This Miss An looks about twenty-five years old, with a delicate face, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and her long hair is coiled behind her head; her figure is slightly delicate, but she is more than 1.70 meters tall; He was wearing a formal suit, with a white shirt as the base and a dark suit outside. The depth of the neckline and the length of the skirt looked decent.
"Hello, hello..." Feng Bujue said, "Please come in." He let An Yueqin in, and when the door was closed, he said: "Sit casually, be careful not to step on the cat."
An Yueqin first looked around the room, and then went to the sofa and sat down.
"Want something to drink?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Don't bother..." Ms. An originally wanted to say, "Don't bother, just give me a glass of water." Unexpectedly, she only said a few words.
"That's great!" Feng Bujue actually responded, and sat down on the sofa, "By the way, what happened to Old Chen?"
An Yueqin replied, "He resigned."
"Ah? How is that possible? What's the reason?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Too much pressure." An Yueqin said.
"Just resign, no matter how you say it, you didn't even say hello to me." Feng Bujue continued.
An Yueqin looked at him: "Because his pressure mainly comes from you."
"Huh? What's wrong with me?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to talk to you about today."
An Yueqin's tone was very serious, but her expression always showed a little domineering feeling. Although she was about the same age as Feng Bujue, her aura and coercion were more than twice as strong as the old Chen's.
"But... First, there is one thing about me. I think it would be better to tell you first." An Yueqin said, and after a few simple operations on her mobile phone, she opened a search site and entered something, and then The page was displayed in front of Feng Bujue and said, "As you can see, I am the granddaughter of the chairman of Sirui Group."
Feng Bujue had naturally heard the name of Cirui Group, just like he had heard of Microsoft or Nike. The word "Si Rui" symbolizes a business empire in their universe. At this time, the page Feng Bujue saw was the result returned after searching for "the granddaughter of the chairman of Sirui Group" on the Internet.
Feng Bujue read: "Hey... that's really true. So, I'm... an employee of... your head office... a publishing subsidiary... a subordinate magazine... Is this the case?"
"Not only that, don't forget that most of your previous published works were published through this 'subsidiary' you mentioned." An Yueqin continued.
"Hehe... It seems that I am leaning on Si Rui's mountain to eat." Feng Bujue smiled: "Then should I call you... Miss?"
"On the contrary, I told you my identity directly so that you would not treat me differently." An Yueqin said.
"Well...that's right, even if you don't tell me, with my personality, I will find out about this matter very quickly. At that time...my attitude towards you will definitely change." Feng Bujue said bluntly: "Instead of So, it’s better to make it clear from the beginning.”
"Yes, so please treat me as an ordinary editor who just took office today." An Yueqin said.
"I'll do my best." Feng Bujue lazily replied. He was thinking in his heart: How can this be sung? The big chaebol sent their rich three generations to the grassroots to practice and practice
"Very good, then..." An Yueqin said, "Let's talk about business." When she said this, she took out a magazine from her bag and put it on the coffee table.
"Uh... You probably want to comment on my manuscript from last month." Feng Bujue said.
"Of course not." An Yueqin pointed to the magazine: "I just want to ask, have you bought or read our magazine?"
Feng Bujue was also honest: "Before signing the contract with the magazine, and when the serialization first started, I also bought a few issues. However, I haven't read it for half a year recently."
"Then please take a look first." If An Yueqin knew about Brother Jue's problem, she would definitely not have said this.
Without saying a word, Feng Bujue picked up the magazine and began to flip through the pages. Although he can see ten lines at a glance, it is impossible for him to finish reading these dozens of sheets of paper quickly. And An Yueqin was not very good at interrupting the other party, after all, she asked Feng Bujue to watch it.
So, in the blink of an eye, twenty minutes have passed...
Feng Bujue put down the magazine: "I finished reading it."
"It's really 'finished'." An Yueqin thought to herself, but she still said in a normal tone: "Can you tell me your overall impression of this magazine?"
Feng Bujue seemed to understand the other party's intentions a little bit, he thought about it a little, and said: "The paper quality and printing are good, it can be regarded as the first-class standard in the market; the price is also reasonable, not unacceptable; the content is not too big. The problem is that almost half of the space is occupied by advertisements, which makes people feel a little watery.”
"Well, that's right." An Yueqin said: "My point of view is roughly the same as yours. The sales volume of our magazine's print media is much worse than that of the electronic version. It is because there are too many advertisements, which makes readers feel... that they bought a magazine by themselves. , but only read half of the book.”
"But the paper media these days are like this... without advertisements, even the printing cost can't be recovered." Feng Bujue said.
"That's why we need to reform." An Yueqin slapped the magazine with one hand.
"This kind of matter that the marketing department is in charge of... why are you and I discussing so hard?" Feng Bujue was a little bit dumbfounded.
"The people in other departments are their business. As a member of a company, if you see a problem, you shouldn't just stand by." An Yueqin interrupted.
"Hey~" Feng Bujue laughed and said, "Then what do you want?"
"It's not about 'thinking'." An Yueqin said: "This morning, my report has been handed over to the editor-in-chief's desk." She paused, "He has also agreed, starting from May, Our magazine will be changed from a weekly to a bimonthly."
"Have you ever thought about..." Feng Bujue said, "If you are really an ordinary employee, and just joined the company, you would leapfrog a higher level and throw a report on the top leader's desk... what would be the consequences."
An Yueqin knew what Feng Bujue was referring to, and she replied loudly: "The editor-in-chief will accept my opinion, regardless of my identity." Her tone was indeed very confident.
"Hehe... This classmate, 'a vegetarian meal in a corpse' is actually a relatively unpopular idiom." Feng Bujue said in a teacher-like tone: "But 'self-deception'... We often use it in our daily life."
An Yueqin leaned forward and stared at Feng Bujue with displeasure, "Unconsciously, I read your article, and you almost wrote the word 'narcissism' on your face...you You must feel that you have a unique level, right?"
"Yeah." Feng Bujue leaned back on the sofa: "I'm just very good." He paused for a few seconds, then calmly recited: "Walking the stone with your hands to the moon, and the piano with your knees across the flowers. After passing this pot , yoyo is not my heart." He said, picked up a cup of cold coffee that was already on the coffee table, and took a sip as if tasting wine, "I made it up for you, what do you think?"
Being fooled by Brother Jue, An Yueqin was at a loss for words. She has never seen anyone write poems for herself in her life.
Three seconds later, Feng Bujue smiled and said, "Ha...don't think about it, this is Li Bai's "Drinking Alone"."
An Yueqin became a little annoyed, and a blush quietly appeared on her cheeks: "Is it amazing to quote scriptures and play gags?"
"No and no." Feng Bujue said: "These days, a good background and a strong background are the most remarkable." He spread his hands: "You ask others not to treat you differently, that's a good idea, but you'd better correct it first Take a look at your style and attitude.
If you really think that you can be an ordinary editor like Lao Chen, then do your job well. Don't take the salesman's salary and worry about the chairman's heart. That's called arrogance, understand? If you put it in ancient times, you will kill your whole family, and if you put it in modern times, you will be fired.
Also, think before you say something like 'vegetarian meals for human corpses in other departments'. Even if it's the truth, it shouldn't be for you to say it. Isn't that the same as saying that the leader is a fool or blind? Do you want to do it? "
Feng Bujue's attitude was extremely arrogant, "Finally, I would like to give you a friendly reminder. When you came over just now, I smelled a brand-name perfume. This smell seems to be saying to your colleagues - 'Get out of here' If you don't want to be the target of cold violence in the workplace, I advise you to be approachable from now on, wear casual clothes, use cheaper perfume, and drive a less expensive car when you go to work. The most important thing... don't Report behind your back."
Listening to Feng Bujue's words, An Yueqin's expression changed several times. The aura she had when she entered the room had long since disappeared. At this moment, she looked like an intern, listening to her master talk about life.
"Are you done?" An Yueqin finally opened her mouth after a long time. At this moment, her expression was quite complicated, as if she wanted to get angry, but she also showed a little grievance.
"It's almost... Don't get angry, it's you who made me treat you as an editor." Feng Bujue said shyly, "If you change your mind now, I hope I treat you as a young lady. I can totally understand that."
An Yueqin ignored him this time, and began to talk about business: "From May, the magazine will be changed to a bimonthly, with double the number of pages and fewer advertisements. Therefore, including you, all contracted authors who are serializing will be published every month. We need to add 30% more content, and we have to..." She paused and said, "Press! Time! Submit! Draft!"
Feng Bujue swallowed his saliva, his face turned pale in an instant, these four words were simply a reminder to him.
When An Yueqin said this, she stood up: "Your manuscript proofreading is very good, and the story is also very popular. Your only problem is two words - out of manuscript. But, from this month on, please strictly follow the contract. The delivery date will be executed." With that said, she walked to the door and reached out to open it.
Feng Bujue rushed over, and knelt down with a slap, "Miss! Let's discuss it again! You have something to say! I'm a villain..."
An Yueqin had already stepped out of the door at this time, seeing Brother Jue kneel down with no morals, her mood improved inexplicably, and she wanted to laugh a little, but she still tried her best to keep her face sullen, and said solemnly: " I'll come back on May 15th, and please prepare the manuscript for June at that time, and I will contact you by email in the future, and the email address has not changed." She hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Well... thank you... goodbye." Then she turned around leave. RS
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