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- After the phone on the bedside table vibrated three times, Li Ruoyu lazily stretched out his arm. 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 and sick face.
"How do you know my mobile phone number?" Xiyu answered the phone and said without any intention of saying hello.
"Uh" Feng Bujue was stunned for two seconds and replied: "I said Then how did you know it was me who called?"
"It's a small bone Huh" Xiyu blew her nose without hesitation during the call. After she took the tissue away, she continued with a thick nasal voice: "She accidentally let it slip once. , I accidentally wrote it down, so now I know it was you who called."
"How careless did she have to be to leak out an eleven-digit number" Feng Bujue smiled and said, "You actually 'accidentally' wrote it down" He couldn't help but complain. .
After these unscrupulous nonsense words, both of them understood clearly in their hearts: Feng Bujue undoubtedly asked for the number from Xiao Tan; while Siyu, on the other hand, had actually learned about Feng Bujue from Bei Ling. Unconsciously, the mobile phone number has always been stored in the mobile phone.
?Then the question arises, why do Xiaotan and Beiling 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 As Singles' Day is approaching, I think it's better not to talk about such heavy topics.
"You have something to say." Xiyu used a rather arrogant tone to indicate that Feng Bujue could change the topic.
Brother Jue naturally had to accommodate the girl at this moment. He smiled and said, "I'll call you 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)." Siyu replied.
"There's nothing I can do. It was already midnight when I saw Xiaotan's message. That guy was in the show at the time, so I had no way of asking for your contact information." Feng Bujue responded, "Besideseven if I I have your mobile phone number, so it wouldn¡¯t be appropriate to call a patient in the middle of the night (in fact, I¡¯ve wanted to call you for a long time, just because I¡¯m afraid of disturbing your rest).¡±
"Oh, that's right (it's quite thoughtful)." Xiyu replied coldly.
"Well" 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 disabled guys want to express.
"Since you are fine, let's wait until you recover. Let's see you online." Feng Bujue broke the silence.
"Okay." Xiyu replied, paused for two seconds, and said, "Thank you for your concerngoodbye."
"Goodbye." Feng Bujue responded.
The two hung up their phones almost at the same time.
"Huh" Feng Bujue let out a long breath, put his mobile phone on the coffee table, then stood up from the sofa and stretched: "What is this subtle atmosphere I always feel that it is better than cutting in the drama. It¡¯s strange but also tiring.¡±
The cell phone here has just been disconnected. The intercom at the door suddenly rang again.
"Huh? I didn't order takeout." Feng Bujue muttered, walked to the door, picked up the receiver, "Who is this?"
A young woman¡¯s voice came from the other side: ¡°Hello, I¡¯m looking for Mr. Feng Bujue.¡±
This voice is very strange, it is the first time Feng Bujue has heard it.
"I am, who are you?" Feng Bujue asked.
"My surname is An. I am your new editor. I want to talk to you about some work situations." The other party replied.
"New editor?" Feng Bujue asked doubtfully, "Then Lao Chen (Feng Bujue's original editor)"
"Can I come up and say it?" the other party interrupted him.
"Oh, sorry, wait a minute." Feng Bujue soon realized. It was rude to let others stand at the gate downstairs and talk to me, so I pressed the door button.
Two minutes later, Miss An came up in 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. Unjue, I'm your new editor, An Yueqin." An Yueqin had seen Feng Bujue's information at the magazine. She knew that the person in front of her was "Wujue", so she went straight to herself. introduced.
Feng Bujue shook hands with the stranger and looked at the stranger up and down.
Miss An looks about twenty-five years old, has a delicate face, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and has long hair tied behind her head. Her figure is slightly delicate, but she is over 1.70 meters tall. ; She was wearing a formal suit, a white shirt as a base, and a dark suit on the outside. Both the depth of the neckline and the length of the skirt looked very decent.
"Hello, hello" Feng Bujue said, "Please come in." He let An Yueqin into the door, and when closing the door, he added: "Sit wherever you want, be careful not to step on the cat."
An Yueqin first looked around the room, then came to the sofa and sat down.
"Would you like something to drink?" Feng Bujue asked.
"No need to bother" Miss An wanted to say, "No need to bother, just give me a glass of water." Unexpectedly, she only said half a sentence.
"That's great!" Feng Bujue actually responded and sat down on the sofa, "By the way, what happened to Lao Chen?"
An Yueqin replied: "He resigned."
"Ah? How is this possible? What's the reason?" Feng Bujue asked.
"The pressure is too much." An Yueqin said.
¡°You just resigned, you didn¡¯t even say hello to me.¡± Feng Bujue answered.
An Yueqin looked at him: "Because his pressure mainly comes from you."
"Huh? What's wrong with me?"
¡°That¡¯s exactly what I want to talk to you about today.¡±
An Yueqin's tone was serious, and her expression always showed a bit of domineering feeling. Although she is similar in age to Feng Bujue, her aura and pressure are more than twice as strong as the original Lao Chen.
"Butfirst of all, there is something about me. I think it's better to tell you first." An Yueqin said, after a few simple operations on her mobile phone, she opened a search website and entered something. Displayed the page in front of Feng Bujue and said. "As you can see, I am the granddaughter of the chairman of Sirui Group."
Feng Bujue has naturally heard of the name Sirui Group, just like he has heard of Microsoft or Nike. The two words "Si Rui" symbolize a business empire in their universe. The page Feng Bujue saw at this time was the result returned after searching for "granddaughter of the chairman of Sirui Group" on the Internet.
Feng Bujue muttered: "Ohit's true. So, I aman employee ofa publishing subsidiaryof a subsidiary magazineunder your parent company. Is this the situation?" ?¡±
"Not only that. Don't forget, most of your previously published works were published through this 'subsidiary' you called it." An Yueqin continued.
"Haha It seems that I am eating while leaning on Sirui's mountain." Feng Bujue smiled: "Then should I call you eldest lady?"
"On the contrary, I tell you my identity directly so that you don't treat me differently." An Yueqin said.
"Yeah that's right. Even if you don't tell me, with my personality, I will find out this matter quickly. By then my attitude towards you will definitely change." Feng Bujue said bluntly: "Instead of doing that, let's 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 replied lazily. He was thinking in his mind: How can this be sung? Do the big chaebols devolve their wealthy third generation to the grassroots level to gain experience?
"Very good, then" An Yueqin said: "Let's talk about business." When she said this, she took out the bag she carried with her. He took out a magazine and placed it on the coffee table.
"Uhyou probably want to comment on my manuscript last month, right?" 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 honest: "Before signing the contract with the magazine, and when it was first serialized. I also bought a few issues. But recently I haven't read it for half a year."
"Then please take a look first." If An Yueqin knew about Brother Jue's problem, she would definitely not say this.
Feng Bujue said nothing, picked up the magazine and started to read page by page. Although he could read ten lines at a time, it was impossible for him to read through these dozens of pieces of paper quickly. And An Yueqin was not easy to interrupt the other party. After all, it was she who asked Feng Bujue to see it.
So, in a blink of an eye. Twenty minutes have passed
Feng Bujue put down the magazine: "I've finished reading it."
"I've really finished reading it." An Yueqin thought to herself, butShe 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 intention a little. He thought about it for a while and said: "The paper and printing are both good, which is considered to be the first-class standard on the market; the price is also reasonable, not unacceptable; the content is not big. The problem is, the advertisement takes up almost half of the page, which makes it feel a little watery.¡±
"Yes, that's right." An Yueqin said: "My point of view is roughly the same as yours. The sales volume of the paper version of our magazine is much lower than that of the electronic version. This is because there are too many advertisements, which makes readers feelthat they have bought a magazine. , but only read half of the content.¡±
"But the paper media these days are like this without advertisements, you can't even collect the printing money." Feng Bujue said.
"So we need to reform." An Yueqin slapped the magazine with one hand.
"This kind of thing that is managed by the marketing departmentwhy are you and I discussing it so vigorously?" Feng Bujue was a little bit dumbfounded.
"It's their business to keep people in other departments busy. As a member of a company, if you see a problem, you shouldn't just sit back and watch." An Yueqin interrupted.
"Hey~" Feng Bujue smiled 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 move from a weekly to a bi-monthly magazine.¡±
"Have you ever thought about" Feng Bujue said: "If you are really an ordinary employee who just joined the company and jumped over the hierarchy and threw a report on the top leader's desk what will be the consequences?"
An Yueqin knew what Feng Bujue was referring to, and she replied loudly: "The editor-in-chief will adopt my opinion, and it has nothing to do with my identity." Her tone was indeed very confident.
"Haha this classmate, 'corpse meal' is actually a relatively unpopular idiom." Feng Bujue said in a teacher-like tone: "But 'self-deception' we often use it in our daily lives. .¡±
An Yueqin leaned forward and looked at Feng Bujue with an unhappy expression, "Unconsciously, I have read your seal, and you almost have the word 'narcissism' written on your face" You must think you have a unique level, right?¡±
"Yes." Feng Bujue leaned back on the sofa: "I am very skilled." He paused for a few seconds and calmly chanted: "My hands are dancing on the stone to the moon, and my knees are crossing the flowers to play the piano. A pot away from here. , Youyou is not my heart." As he said that, he picked up a cup of cold coffee that was sitting on the coffee table. He took a sip like he was tasting wine and said, "I made it for you, what do you think?"
An Yueqin was speechless for a moment after being deceived by Brother Jue. She had 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: "Isn't it great to quote classics and make jokes?"
"No, no." Feng Bujue said: "These days, having a good background and a strong background is the most remarkable thing." He spread his hands: "You ask others not to treat you differently. This is a good idea, but you'd better correct it first. Check out your style and attitude.
You must really feel that you can be an ordinary editor like Lao Chen. Just do your job in a down-to-earth manner. Don't take a salesperson's salary and worry about the chairman's heart. Do you understand that is called arrogance? In ancient times, I would kill your whole family, in modern times, I would fire you.
???????????????? Also, something like ¡®people from other departments can¡¯t eat without food¡¯. Think through it before speaking it out. Even if that is the truth, you shouldn't say it. Doesn't that mean you are saying that the leader is a fool or a blind person? Do you want to do it? "
Feng Bujue's attitude was extremely arrogant, "Finally, I'll give you a friendly reminder. When you just came over, I smelled the smell of famous brand perfume. This smell seemed to say to your colleagues - 'Get away. '. If you don't want to be the target of cold violence in the workplace, I would like to advise you to be approachable in the future, dress more casually, use cheaper perfume, and drive a car with a lower bumper when going to work. The most important thing ¡Don¡¯t snitch behind your back.¡±
An Yueqin's expression changed several times while listening to Feng Bujue's words. The aura she had when she entered the room was long gone. At this moment, she seemed like an intern, listening to her master talk about life.
"Are you done?" An Yueqin spoke after a long time. At this time, her expression was quite complicated, as if she wanted to get angry, but she also showed a little grievance.
"That's about it Don't get angry. It's you who asked me to treat you as an ordinary editor." Feng Bujue said sternly, "If you change your mind now, I hope I will treat you like a eldest lady." , I can totallysolution. "
An Yueqin ignored him this time and started talking about business: "Starting from May, the magazine will be changed to a semi-monthly publication, the number of pages will be doubled, and advertisements will be reduced. Therefore, including you, all contracted authors who are serializing will be published every month. We need to add 30% more content, and we must" She said word by word: "Submit the draft on time!"
Feng Bujue swallowed his saliva, his face suddenly turned pale. These four words were like a reminder to him.
When An Yueqin said this, she stood up: "You have done a good job in proofreading the manuscript, and the story is also very popular. Your only problem is two words - off script. However, starting from this month, please strictly abide by the contract The delivery date mentioned above will be implemented." With that, she walked to the door and reached out to open the door.
Feng Bujue rushed over and knelt down with a snap, "Miss! Let's discuss it again! We have something to say! I, the little man"
An Yueqin had already stepped out of the door. Seeing Brother Jue kneeling down without any moral integrity, her mood improved inexplicably. She wanted to laugh a little, but she still tried her best to keep a straight face and said seriously: "I'll come back on May 15th. Please have the manuscripts for June ready by then. If you have any questions, please contact me via email. The email address has not changed." She hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Well thank you goodbye. " Then he turned and left. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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