When Zhuang Yan arrived at Li Boyuan's office, the door of his office was still not closed, Zhuang Yan was a little curious, didn't Li Boyuan's office have been closed?

There was not only Li Boyuan in the office, but there was also another old man, and the two of them were hunching on the desk and discussing something in front of a manuscript.

Zhuang Yan knocked on the door, the two old men turned around, and Li Boyuan smiled, "Zhuang Yan, you're here." ”

When the old man next to him heard Zhuang Yan's name, he raised his eyebrows, the old man's cheekbones were bulging, and his eyebrows were bent downward, not quite like a local.

"This is Zhuangziyan?"

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he was a mouthful of Beijing films, and Zhuang Yan originally thought he was from the south.

Without waiting for Li Boyuan to speak, Zhuang Yan took the initiative to speak, "Hello, I am Zhuang Yan." ”

The old man squinted his eyes and smiled, "It's a little different from the photo, the real person looks younger." ”

Zhuang Yan didn't know which photo the old man was looking at.

As for who he is, Zhuang Yan doesn't know. Li Boyuan asked him for several positions before, and one of them should be prepared for the person in front of him.

"This is Wu Woyao, it's my friend, you should know it. ”

Should I know? Zhuang Yan searched in his mind, but he couldn't find the name Wu Woyao.

Seeing Zhuang Yan's painstaking meditation, Li Boyuan nodded, "The strange status quo that I have witnessed in the past twenty years. ”

Zhuang Yan's pupils were released, this is Wu Zhaoren in front of him?

Wu Zhaoren is Wu Zhaoren, what do you say Wu Woyao, why don't you call yourself Li Baojia?

Zhuang Yan was full of complaints about Li Boyuan's introduction, but he still greeted Wu Zhaoren with a smile, "Hello Mr. Wu." ”

"I asked you for three positions before, and one of them was for him, deputy editor-in-chief. Originally, he was asked to be the editor-in-chief, but he didn't do it. Li Boyuan said.

"My deputy editor-in-chief was dragged to me by you, I lived a very leisurely life in the mountains, and I was pulled by you to do coolies, and I couldn't get rest in my old age. Wu Zhaoren smiled, and there were only two slits left in his two eyes, like a black version of Maitreya Buddha.

Wu Zhaoren lives in Fushan, and once used the pen name "I Fushanren" to write works of Guan Guan.

He has countless pen names, among which this "I am a mountain man" is the most famous.

Wu Zhaoren's ancestral home is Fushan, but he was born in Yanjing and has been in Yanjing for a long time, which is why he opened his mouth to be a Beijing film.

Li Boyuan and Wu Zhaoren both condemned famous people, but Zhuang Yan didn't expect the two of them to have a personal relationship, and judging by the tone of their speech, the personal relationship was not bad.

And what he didn't expect was that Li Boyuan said that he wanted to invite someone before, but he was the one who invited him.

Invited such a big Buddha to come, Li Boyuan didn't move at all, thinking that he had been back for so many days, working with Wu Zhaoren in the same building for so long, and he hadn't even come to see him, Zhuang Yan felt that he was a little rude.

Li Boyuan is really, since he invited him, he should have told himself in advance, it makes him so embarrassed now.

However, it seems that Wu Zhaoren has a good temper, and the smile on his face has not stopped from beginning to end, and he came out at the beginning of the surprise that Zhuang Yan was younger, and he didn't ask Zhuang Yan much later.

Unlike Li Boyuan before, these people will definitely talk about their works first when they see them.

It seems that Wu Zhaoren has no interest in himself.

"Since you're here, come and see, I'm debating with him whether to put your text on the title page or the last page. Before the result is discussed, you are here, just tell us what you think. Li Boyuan said.

The corners of Zhuang Yan's mouth twitched, how could this old man give himself a problem again.

"Forget the title page or the last page, just put me in the middle. Zhuang Yan said.

"It's not good in the middle, I put you in the middle, and it affects the layout too much. ”

What the hell is influencing layout?

Could it be that what I write is poisonous?

"Then put me on the last page, the first page is too public, and others will think that I am a great principal when they see it. ”

Li Boyuan waved his hand and said, "It's okay, we're not afraid that others will say that we pat your ass, just afraid that others will misunderstand you?"

It turns out that you also know that doing this is suspected of slapping the leader's ass, Zhuang Yan wanted to say this before, Li Boyuan has a good newspaper, why do you have to go by yourself, if it weren't for Li Boyuan's identity there, Zhuang Yan really felt that he was going to pat himself on the ass.

"You are the principal of the school, you don't have to do it in vain, write a preface to our newspaper, it won't cost you much. ”

……

Zhuang Yanhan had a few black lines on his head, didn't he say that he would write something casually? Why did it become a preface to a newspaper again? Then why do you want me to choose whether to put it in the front or behind? Who will put the preface in the back?

"Then I'll pick the back. Zhuang Yan hurriedly said.

Li Boyuan nodded, "It's okay, I'll write the preface myself, you can write a postscript." ”

Let's not talk about it......

It turns out that this is the case, let yourself write the preface in the front, and let yourself write the afterword in the back, anyway, it's not just a casual writing as it says on the phone.

"If I write an afterword, I will mark on the title page 'The postscript is written by Zhuang Yan'. ”

"Ahem, Mr. Li, there's no need for this. ”

"Yes, it's very necessary, I said it, you are the principal, and your fame is so big, I don't have to use it in vain. Li Boyuan had a sly smile on his face, since Zhuang Yan entered the office, his expression had become more and more cunning, and there was a hint of pride in the cunning, "In addition, let me tell you, our first issue of the newspaper is also going to be sold to the public, so I decided to sell five thousand copies of the first issue." ”

"Five thousand copies?" Zhuang Yan scratched his eyebrows, "Mr. Li, we ...... before"

"After you listen to me, we agreed before, you will print me at least 2,000 copies per issue. Therefore, it must be a bit excessive to propose 5,000 copies now, but you can rest assured, I will bear the cost of the extra 3,000 copies. I still have a lot of confidence in this first issue, and I think it shouldn't be difficult to sell 3,000 copies. Li Boyuan said.

Zhuang Yan touched his nose and looked at Li Boyuan, thinking about what he had just said.

Li Boyuan is confident and ambitious, and Zhuang Yan can certainly understand it. As for external sales, it should also be able to be sold.

Zhuang Yan quickly calculated an account in his heart, as long as the price was reasonable, the cost could be earned back as long as the three thousand copies were sold for more than a thousand copies.

And since Li Boyuan wants to try, he can't discourage his enthusiasm, if he loses money this time, he won't lose much money, and Li Boyuan will probably consider increasing the number of prints in the future.

"Okay, I agree to your proposal, you don't have to bear the extra 3,000 copies, I'll go back and talk to the finance, raise the printing budget to 5,000 this time, and send the money to the newspaper when I turn around. ”11