"Yo, Brother Hu has changed his bag?" A new editor in the editorial department met Hu Weili at the door and stopped to say hello. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Good morning, little money. Hu Weili carried his bag bought by the United States -- 17 US dollars and 66 cents, produced in Vietnam's Tinh Ha Province, "No, no, the old one, I will carry it when I see it today, and the Americans' things are not necessarily good." ”

"Imported? I don't think it's the same. ”

"What is imported, it's a friend who went to the United States, and brought one by the way, if you can see it, I'll ask him to bring one for you next time." ”

The new editor waved his hand, "I can't afford it." ”

"It's not expensive, it's really not expensive. Hu Weili laughed, carried the bag and walked to the logistics department.

Today, or in the past two days, Hu Weili is in a very good mood. Since he was assigned to logistics, those new and old colleagues in the editorial department have been indifferent to him. Don't talk about today, I deliberately stop to talk to him, and sometimes when I see him coming, I will deliberately avoid him. Every time it makes him angry. But now it's different, Lin Haven was unlucky, he was transferred.

As soon as Tianyun Entertainment made a move, the media went on the offensive, and his top Weibo was now reposted more than 20,000 times, most of which were attacking Lin Haiwen, of course, the moisture was not low, otherwise Lin Haiwen would have sent it. But the direct impact on the "Poetry Magazine" is still relatively large, at least, some poets and authors, now do not necessarily choose "Ancient Poetry Guanzhi" for those two poems, but the "Poetry Magazine" "ethics" this archway has been erected, attracting a lot of sour people to submit, and the editorial department has recently received a lot of good manuscripts, and there are people, Hu Weili who is directly in contact.

Although Hu Weili is not an editor, he can choose to transfer people to Editor Wang, and he can choose to transfer them to the new editor just now, this is a piece of meat, everyone wants to eat it, and if you want to eat it, you have to please him Hu Weili.

Hold one's head high!

At about 10 o'clock in the morning, Hu Weili carried a few bags of sugar oranges and sent them to the editorial department; he had never done this kind of thing before, and he couldn't afford to lose this person, so he was kicked out, and then he gave them oranges? But now he is willing, and now in the editorial department, there are many people who are polite to him.

As soon as I entered the editorial office, several editors, especially the new editors with few resources on hand, were very enthusiastic.

"Brother Hu is here?"

"I'll give you some oranges. ”

"It's been a great job, it's been a great job. ”

"Oh, you keep it for yourself, and it's so hard to send it here. ”

The new editor I met in the morning sighed twice, "Brother Hu won't be greedy for our oranges, this morning I saw Brother Hu carrying a new bag, which was bought by an American friend, tsk, or the things of US imperialism are still better than ours, then it looks like a high grade, Brother Hu also said to bring me one, these hundreds or thousands of dollars, I can't afford it." ”

These words not only praised Hu Weili, but also showed that the relationship between the two was good, not to mention that these people who play with words are not good birds.

The others despised it in their hearts, and they just laughed twice.

When he was about to go out, Hu Weili deliberately walked to the new editor's desk, and used a voice that was neither high nor low - it was not easy to hear clearly when it was far away, and it was not easy to hear it clearly when it was close, "Xiao Qian, there are two people over there who contact the manuscript, I look very good, and I will send it to you later." ”

"Hey, yes, yes, thank you, Brother Hu. "The editor didn't expect it to pay off so quickly.

In the eyes of a group of people who were envious, contemptuous, or complicated, Hu Weili left with his empty bag, and just arrived at the door, he met the editor-in-chief. The editor-in-chief looks kinder, which is very different from before.

"Xiaohu, come and deliver something?"

"Hello editor-in-chief, yes, it's oranges from outside, sugary, very sweet, I'll send you home that night?"

"No, no," the editor-in-chief waved his hand, "it's not a good thing, you can keep it and eat it, and take it home for your family to taste." Hey, by the way, the editorial department is also considering recruiting people recently, and I also said that it is better to be old than to be old, and novices are not as good as veterans. ”

Hu Weili's hands trembled excitedly, this means that he can go back to the editorial office?

"Thank you, editor-in-chief, thank you, editor-in-chief. ”

"Not necessarily, don't thank you, but your job is still good, there is a chance, there is a chance, don't worry. ”

The editor-in-chief patted Hu Weili on the shoulder and left. Hu Weili almost floated back to the logistics department, and several aunts in the logistics department looked at him like this, very funny.

"If it weren't for the fact that Xiaohu had all the children, looking at this, I would have thought that I had just entered the cave room last night. An aunt said with a smile.

"People are young and young, every day, no different from the cave house, where is like us, tired and half dead. "The other aunt is much tougher, a few aunts listened, hahahahahaha, it's so interesting, what you said is so interesting.

Hu Weili's face shook, to this group of aunts in their early fifties, it is really taboo, especially like to say this to Hu Weili, who has fine skin and tender face-the editors of the editorial department, it has nothing to do with their group of logistics, and finally a person who was assigned has to have fun.

"Hehe," Hu Weili laughed dryly, sat in his position, held his breath, and couldn't help it, "Just now, I met our editor-in-chief, who is the editor-in-chief of the editorial department, and said that I might be transferred back." ”

Several aunts raised their eyebrows, "Oh, really? ”

"Xiaohu is a cultural person at first glance, and he won't stay in our logistics for a long time. ”

The smile on Hu Weili's face couldn't be controlled, but he couldn't look too carried away, his muscles were twisted, "No, no, they all do the same work, it's the same everywhere, haha." ”

"Then how can it be the same, if nothing else, just say that this salary, you must not be more than double us?"

"No, no, haha. ”

When the aunts rested, Hu Weili took the time to call his Hedong Lion - although he was beaten and said "no", he had to return it, and he still had to share the good news.

His wife's voice on the phone was much gentler, saying that she was going home to celebrate for him, Hu Weili's heart fluttered, the pressure was reduced, and a lot of other thoughts came up?

......

The editor-in-chief went to school today to meet her daughter's teacher, and she came a little late, and there were a lot of documents and manuscripts on the desktop, waiting to be processed.

He reached out and flipped through it, and found a new issue of white coated paper, the plastic packaging had not been opened, and the editor-in-chief happily picked it up, "Gu Yunsheng, Gu Yunsheng, the limelight is not so good, right?"

muttered two sentences, and glanced at the cover.

"There are really three flavors in the sorrow, and the old phoenix returns in the words"!

Wen Siting, known as Lao Feng, was praised by the great poet Liu Mu as "Lao Feng's sorrowful sound, endless in March", and is a great poet who writes sorrow.

The editor-in-chief chuckled in his heart, this is nothing worse than "new sentences through the ages, contemporary coquettishness".