Early the next morning, Ye Chen got up and told Zhao Qingwei that he would accompany her to record songs in the afternoon, and then walked towards Wang Jing's Chaoyang Magazine Office.

More than half an hour later, Ye Chen came to Chaoyang Magazine, and after telling the front desk receptionist that he had an appointment, the receptionist at the front desk led Ye Chen to the door of an office, and Ye Chen knocked on the door.

"Please come in. A nice female voice came.

Ye Chen entered the office, and it could be seen that the owner of the office was a very atmospheric person, the office was very simple, and all the items were placed in an orderly manner.

Ye Chen looked at the woman in front of the office chair, this was a very mature woman, with a beautiful melon seed face, and her figure was also very plump, the fullness of her chest was particularly prominent, and the charm of a mature woman was unobstructed.

Ye Chen was looking at Wang Jing at the same time, Wang Jing was also looking at Ye Chen, because of the huge shock brought to Wang Jing by "The Dedication of Suspect X" yesterday, Wang Jing instructed the reception staff at the front desk as soon as she went to work today, and she deliberately pushed off the morning's event just to meet the author, so Wang Jing quickly guessed who Ye Chen was, but this is too young, right?

"Excuse me, you are Mr. Ye, right? I didn't expect Mr. Ye to be so young, he was really a hero. Wang Jing said with a smile on her face.

"Where, where, Editor-in-Chief Wang has won the award. Ye Chen said modestly.

After a simple greeting, Ye Chen also took the opportunity to call Wang Jing "Aunt Wang", and Wang Jing called Ye Chen Xiaochen, and then got to the point.

"Aunt Wang, I don't know what the signing conditions of the magazine gave me?"

After a simple conversation, Wang Jing also admired the teenager in front of him who looked young enough to be his son, and knew that Ye Chen was studying at Qingshui High School, the best high school in the city, and was seventeen years old this year, with good grades, young, talented, and modest, Wang Jing thought that it would be difficult to have a good impression.

also has pride hidden in her bones, Wang Jing thought to herself. As the editor-in-chief of the magazine, Wang Jing's vision has always been very accurate, generally a boy of Ye Chen's age heard that Wang Jing was the editor-in-chief and immediately felt like a mouse seeing a cat, but Ye Chen was not, Wang Jing could feel that although Ye Chen was very modest in his mouth, in fact, Wang Jing had always felt that he was not humble or silent, and put himself on an equal footing with Wang Jing.

But good feelings are good feelings, when it comes to business, Wang Jing also put away the smile on her face, and said seriously: "Xiao Chen, since you call me Aunt Wang, Aunt Wang doesn't lie to you, there are two ways to sign a contract with the magazine, one is to hand over your novel to the magazine for processing, including copyright, given that you are a newcomer but the quality of your book is very good, Aunt Wang can call the shots and give you 80,000 yuan." ”

Speaking of this, Wang Jing paused, and when she saw Ye Chen shaking her head, she continued to speak: "The second is to be serialized in the magazine, and the copyright still belongs to you, but the magazine can only give you 5,000, and the rest of the income depends entirely on sales, if the sales are not good, it may be so much, I don't know which one you choose?"

After hearing what Wang Jing said, Ye Chen said without hesitation: "I choose the second option!"

Wang Jing nodded, she had already expected Ye Chen to choose the second option, and even Wang Jing felt that Ye Chen should choose the second option, out of long-term work experience and keen control of the market, Wang Jing had an intuition that Ye Chen's book would definitely be popular!

At this moment, seeing Ye Chen choose the second way of cooperation, Wang Jing glanced at it again, and was sober-minded and not tempted by the interests in front of her, but set her sights far away, which is really commendable at this age.

After determining the way of cooperation, Ye Chen signed a contract with Wang Jing next, not that Ye Chen was too casual, but the experience of the editor in his previous life made Ye Chen know this line very well, and he could see at a glance whether there was a pit or not, obviously, Wang Jing was very sincere, so Ye Chen did not hesitate.

Ye Chen's trust also made Wang Jing very happy, in fact, since entering the society and then becoming the editor of this magazine, Wang Jing has seen too many scenes where she claims to be a brother and a brother, and turns her face ruthlessly.

Or how about a saying in the previous life, if you want to see if a friend really treats you as a friend, ask him to borrow money, but feelings have never been tempered under the test of interests, and how many people dare to try to prove it?

If there is really a society full of harmony and friendship between people, as described in the ultimate goal of the previous life, it is not a society, it is heaven! And there is no heaven in this world at all, and the so-called heaven is nothing but a lie told by the living to the dead!

After signing the contract, Wang Jing wanted to invite Ye Chen to have lunch together, Ye Chen looked at the time, and remembered that he had to accompany Zhao Qingwei to record songs in the afternoon, Ye Chen declined Wang Jing's proposal and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Aunt Wang, I have to accompany a friend this afternoon, next time, the next time I invite Aunt Wang to dinner, I should apologize. ”

Wang Jing smiled and said, "It's okay, but Aunt Wang can write down this meal, and she can't save it when the time comes." ”

Ye Chen said briskly: "No problem." ”

Wang Jing looked at Ye Chen, and suddenly remembered yesterday's email, Wang Jing asked curiously: "Xiaochen, Aunt Wang asked you something, where did you know my private email?"

After hearing this, Ye Chen felt that there was nothing to keep secret, and when he saw Wang Jing looking at him, he explained: "It was Brother Zheng, the editor-in-chief of Huayu Publishing House, who told me that I still have a book signed with Brother Zheng, and it will be published in two weeks." ”

Speaking of this, Ye Chen hesitated a little and said: "Aunt Wang, I'm sorry, I submitted my article to your mailbox this time for a purpose, I want to go to your magazine first to serialize and make a name for myself." ”

After listening to this, Wang Jing was shocked and admired at the same time, and she didn't care that Ye Chen planned to use his magazine as a springboard, after all, his magazine did not have much conflict of interest with the publishing house, and Ye Chen's serialization in his magazine was also good for the sales of his magazine, which was a win-win situation.

However, Wang Jing was curious, Ye Chen said that he still had a book to be published in two weeks, remembering the "Dedication of Suspect X" that he had read yesterday, Wang Jing asked Ye Chen: "Then what is the genre of your other book? Is it the same as this one? By the way, what kind of novel is yours?"

Wang Jing asked a lot of questions in a row, but Ye Chen still explained: "Yes, they are the same type, but there are slight differences, my two books are different from all the books on the market in terms of subject matter, I call them mystery novels." ”

Wang Jing had already had some vague guesses in her heart before this, and at this moment, when she heard Ye Chen admit it herself, she was only shocked in her heart!

Looking at Ye Chen's slightly immature face, how old was he? He was just seventeen years old! He had already created a genre of fiction.

At this moment, Wang Jing felt for the first time that it would be great if her company was not a magazine but a publishing house, and she was also envious of Zheng Weilai.

Wang Jing looked at Ye Chen with a complicated expression, and often exhaled and said, "Xiao Chen, you can come and see Aunt Wang if you have nothing to do in the future, since you still have something to do, I won't keep you today." ”

So as not to be too hit, Wang Jing said silently in her heart.

Ye Chen nodded and said, "Cheng, goodbye Aunt Wang." ”

"Well, goodbye. ”

When Ye Chen returned home, it was already twelve o'clock at noon, and as soon as he opened the door with the key, he saw Zhao Qingwei blocking the door and looking at him with an unkind face.

Ye Chen's heart suddenly suddenly, and he asked carefully, "What's wrong?"

"Ye Chen, you still know that you will come back! I said that I would accompany me to record the song, you can see what time it is, it's afternoon!" Zhao Qingwei said with an unhappy face.

When Ye Chen heard this, he wanted to say that it was still noon, but seeing Zhao Qingwei's unkind face, he wisely chose to keep silent.

Sure enough, looking at Ye Chen's "humbly admitting his mistakes", Zhao Qingwei was very satisfied, threw Ye Chen a bag, and said to Ye Chen: "Let's go." ”

Ye Chen took the bag with a stunned face and asked, "Where are you going?"

Glancing at Ye Chen angrily, Zhao Qingwei said fiercely: "Of course you went to record a song, otherwise where do you want to go?"

Ye Chen smiled bitterly: "I just arrived home, and I haven't entered the door yet, besides, I haven't even eaten lunch." ”

When Zhao Qingwei heard this, she glanced at Ye Chen, and when she saw Ye Chen pretending to be pitiful, she felt funny in her heart, and said, "Also, what you said makes sense." ”

Ye Chen was overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Then let's eat first and then leave?"

"Finished?" Zhao Qingwei said with a smile.

"That's it. Ye Chen said.

"Then let's go. ”

"Where?"

"Record a song. ”

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More than half an hour later, Ye Chen followed Zhao Qingwei to a place, this place Ye Chen also came to last time, it was Shiyin Street.

Ye Chen looked at Zhao Qingwei, who had a calm face in front of him, and said with some curiosity: "Zhao Da Beauty, are you sure it's here?

Zhao Qingwei, who was silent all the way, glanced back at Zhao Qingwei, the meaning was obvious, and he didn't explain it!!

Ye Chen was bored with himself, so he had to follow Zhao Qingwei and walk forward. Not long after, followed Zhao Qingwei to the front of a storefront, and there were only two words on the signboard, "Tian Lai".

Ye Chen pursed his lips, remembering that he hadn't even eaten lunch just to come to such a broken recording studio, Ye Chen muttered in a low voice: "The name is popular, but it's too vulgar." ”

Perhaps hearing Ye Chen's complaints, Zhao Qingwei in front turned her head and glared at Ye Chen fiercely, but she didn't say anything.

At this moment, with the sound of footsteps behind him, two voices came.

"Little brother Ye Chen, I didn't expect it to be you, why did you come here. "This one is very familiar, where has Ye Chen heard it.

"Vulgar? is indeed very vulgar? For ordinary people who don't understand music, even music is vulgar!" This dish was very unfamiliar, but it made Ye Chen very unhappy.