"Hello, is this Guangyu Magazine?"

"Guangyu is on the upper floor. ”

"Oh, okay, thank you. Fu Guoqiang said with a smile.

The woman who came out of the elevator glanced vigilantly at Zhong Yue, who was wrapped like a dumpling beside Fu Guoqiang, and walked towards the aisle with high heels.

"Let's take the stairs. Fu Guoqiang said.

Zhong Yue pointed to the elevator.

"Don't, this elevator has to be swiped to go up, and we can't go up even if we go in. ”

The two of them walked to the safe corridor on one side and walked one floor upward.

"Hello. ”

"Oh, hello. The two are ......"

"We came to the editor-in-chief Liu, and this is a letter of introduction written by the trustee. ”

The little girl wore a pair of retro black-framed glasses and said with a smile: "What age is this, are you still interested in this thing of a letter of introduction?" Wait, I'll go to Editor-in-Chief Liu, hehe." She carried the coffee she bought, looked curiously at Zhong Yue, who was wrapped in black gauze next to the rough man, and walked into the magazine office with some suspicion.

Fu Guoqiang rubbed his hands and said, "It's okay." The director told his wife anyway that he is the editor-in-chief of the magazine, so don't worry, it won't embarrass you, if there is anything, write a note to communicate. This is the post-it note and pen that a girl bought for you today, give. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the thick pile of post-it notes and ballpoint pens, and his heart was also warm. That little girl even has to save scratch paper on weekdays, so she is willing to spend money to buy post-it notes for herself.

He took it and nodded.

"The editor-in-chief called you over, by the way, is it him or uncle?"

"He, he. ”

The little girl with big black-rimmed glasses said, "That's fine." Uncle, you can go, you can come in with me. ”

"Eh, little girl, he can't speak, but he understands it. ”

"Huh?" the little girl's eyes widened with a look of surprise.

Fu Guoqiang smiled, "You take care of it." Qiu Shan, then I'll go first, if there is something, you can call. ”

"He's dumb...... If you can't speak, how can you talk to your uncle on the phone?"

Fu Guoqiang smiled, "We have our own way of communicating. Gone, Hill Hill. ”

Zhong Yue raised his hand and said goodbye to Fu Guoqiang.

"Then uncle is your father?" the bespectacled girl looked at Zhong Yue with wide eyes.

Zhong Yue shook his head.

"Is that your relative?"

Zhong Yue still shook his head.

"Okay, this office is edited by Liu, you can go in and talk to her. ”

Zhong Yue opened the door and walked in.

There was a very compact desk in the office, with a lot of things piled up on it, and some fat middle-aged women with glasses under the bottom of the wine bottle raised their heads and looked at Zhong Yue, "Why are you so strict in these dog days? ”

Zhong Yue felt the need to shake hands first, so he stretched out his hand.

"Oh, my name is Liu Ping, sit down. I've seen the letter and the drawing here. She glanced at the door and continued, "I'll tell you one thing first, that is, Lao Liang and I are actually divorced, we have a six-year-old son, in order to give our son a complete family, so I didn't disclose the news of the divorce, he has lived in the racecourse for many years, so it may be for the sake of face, and he himself is not embarrassed to say, now I live with my son by myself, except for the New Year's holidays to see my son, we don't have much contact." ”

Zhong Yue took out a note.

"Well, the handwriting is quite good, and it seems that he is a person of a literate level. Things are one yard to one yard, and our magazine is really lacking in talent for illustration. In the past, it was a small reputation, and it was all about looking for pictures on the Internet, and then the magazine was also a little famous in the local area, and the pictures used on the Internet involved copyright disputes, and sometimes it was difficult to match with the text, so it was necessary for illustrators to match the pictures. ”

Zhong Yue nodded.

Liu Ping frowned, and said in her heart, why is this person so strange, he doesn't even say a word, so cold? She continued: "What about our magazine, there is also a part-time illustrator at present, and now the magazine is selling well, and it has become a semi-monthly magazine, and it is obviously a little difficult to meet the demand by relying on a part-time painter, so if you can do it, our magazine can hire you." ”

Zhong Yue nodded again.

"Mr. Zhong, don't you have any opinions, why don't you speak?"

Zhong Yue wrote a note: "I'm sorry, my voice can't make a sound. ”

"Can't make a sound......"

Liu Ping smiled a little embarrassedly, "In this way, I'll give you a piece of material later, you can match an illustration here, and I'll see your painting level, how about it?" She picked up the picture in the letter and said with a smile: "This painting alone doesn't prove anything." ”

Zhong Yue nodded again.

"Okay, you sit down for a while, and I'll go out for a while. ”

Liu Ping walked out of the office and closed the door.

"Xiao Zhao, come here. ”

"What's the matter, editor-in-chief? ”

"This one in there, it's mute, you know?"

The young girl with the big black-rimmed glasses nodded, "Yes." ”

"I know you're still bringing you to the magazine?

"This ...... Isn't this your associate editor-in-chief?"

Liu Ping lifted her glasses, frowned, and said, "Don't talk nonsense." The magazine is not a large listed company, and it is still related to the household, and the relationship between the eight poles and the eight poles is still related to the household. Go, that manuscript comes. ”

"Oh. ”

Liu Ping took a sip of coffee, stared at Zhong Yue, who had wrapped himself tightly in the undrawn blinds, and muttered, "Even if the air conditioner is turned on, you don't have to wrap yourself so tightly, right?"

"Editor-in-Chief, Manuscript. ”

"Alright, you go and work on the manuscript. Liu Ping pushed her glasses and walked into the office, "Mr. Zhong, this is a manuscript, you can match it...... Why do you still have a brush and inkstone?"

Zhong Yue wrote on the post-it note: "I am a Chinese painter. ”

"Painting Chinese Painting...... Okay, you can illustrate the manuscript first, and if the style is suitable, our magazine will hire you. ”

Zhong Yue picked up the manuscript and looked at it, it was a story, about the intrigue between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the short family, so he took a small pen on the rice paper he brought and sketched it.

At a dinner table, two women, one younger and one old, were arguing. Insertion, it doesn't need much composition, it's just a small illustration, just a corner of the paper, so you don't need to be too specific.

Zhong Yue handed over the painting, Liu Ping took a look, the part-time illustrator before was an art student, and the painting was decent, looking at Zhong Yue's small illustration, which was completely different from the previous style, and suddenly I didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Zhong, do you know how to sketch, or rather, stick figures?"

Zhong Yue shook his head.

"That's right...... Anyway, it's the first time I've seen an illustration like yours, so I'll have to ask our president, how about you come back tomorrow?"

Zhong Yue stood up, shook Liu Ping's hand, and turned to leave.