"But, President, she ......"

Ding Fenfen held a stack of sketches in her hand, "Although I Ding Fenfen also had perfunctory times before, but there is one thing to say, get serious, I, Ding Fenfen, will not accept anyone." ”

Wang Rui raised his eyebrows, took the sketch in Ding Fenfen's hand, and looked at it twice, although Ding Fenfen was only a part-time illustrator in "New Reader" before, but he was able to work for two years, it was enough to see that there were still two brushes, but after seeing Zhong Yue's hand yesterday, he suddenly felt that there was a sky outside the sky.

"How's that, President Wang?"

"Hmm...... If the quality of each issue can be as good as this delivery, then I don't have to think about hiring. ”

The colleagues in the surrounding magazine felt that something was wrong when they heard Wang Rui's words, what does this mean?

"Can I understand what the president said, or did you mean to hire me?"

Wang Rui smiled and rubbed his hands, "I heard that you are still working part-time at "Digest"?"

"That's all the old calendar, and now, if the president hires me, I'll immediately work full-time. ”

Liu Ping pushed her glasses, "President, this is ...... No, that's why I recruited Mr. Qiu......"

"I can hire you, after all, you are also the veteran of the magazine, but well, whether to hire you or not, I don't count. Wang Rui smiled.

"Then who has the final say? Sister Liu?"

"No, the editor-in-chief has the final say. ”

Ding Fenfen was stunned for a moment, "You let a newcomer ride on my head, come, let this Teacher Qiu come out and take two steps, if it weren't for the kind of seventy or eighty who is in a wheelchair, I will follow you, I Ding Fenfen will not accept it!"

"Then what you say, can I understand that you don't want to be hired by the company?"

"President Wang, originally "Digest" was going to run a semi-monthly magazine, and I have a deep affection for "New Reader", and I want to work full-time here, but you are forcing me to an opponent like this. ”

Wang Rui chuckled, "For those who run magazines, there is no such thing as an opponent or an opponent." Since you don't think so, then forget it, please. ”

"I'll make you regret it!"

"There are no regrets or regrets, we just want to make the magazine better, that's all. ”

Ding Fenfen picked up the sketch and walked away.

Wang Rui looked at Ding Fenfen who turned around and left, and chuckled, "Still talking about feelings, the grass on the wall is falling back and forth!"

Zhong Yue had nothing to do, so he took the book and flipped through it. said that he was reading a book, but in fact, he was moisturizing his skin with ink rhyme, and last night Zhong Yue was like a snake molting, molting a layer of wrinkled old skin, including the skin of his face, which was still much worse than when he was not burned before, and it is estimated that it will take about three months to fully recover.

After this painful lesson, Zhong Yue would never have entered the system with his physical body so recklessly, and if it wasn't for Xu Wei, he wouldn't have done it in the first place. However, the meridians have become more tenacious under such a withered and glorious recovery, and Zhong Yue feels that even if the Broken Ink Chapter is running 24 hours a day, there is no problem.

It's just that his voice still can't make a sound.

In addition to the author's manuscript, the editor-in-charge will also go out to ask for manuscripts. Of course, Zhong Yue is in charge of illustration like this, so there is no need to do so.

……

……

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Lele moved and sat next to Zhong Yue.

"Teacher Qiu......"

As soon as Zhong Yue picked up the post-it note, Zhao Lele said, "No, Mr. Qiu, just listen to me." I'm in charge of the layout, this is the first edition, do you look at the design of the illustrations and covers, are you satisfied?"

Zhong Yue flipped through a few pages, and then returned to the cover, and looked at it really good, very literary, for the position and size of several of the illustrations, after pasting them with post-it notes, he was still very satisfied.

"Yes, quite satisfied. ”

Zhao Lele pursed his lips, and said in his heart that this painting was painted by Mr. Qiu Shan, and there are so many opinions to be revised about the size of the typesetting, which is also said to be satisfied, it is simply duplicitous, but Zhong Yue said those opinions, after she returned to the computer to make modifications, it was indeed much better, and when she was about to get off work, Zhao Lele took the revised first draft of the magazine and handed it to Zhong Yue, "What do you think about this time?" If you pass, I will take it to the editor-in-chief for review. ”

Zhong Yue looked through it, nodded, and gave it back to Zhao Lele.

"Do you think it's OK?"

Zhong Yue nodded.

Zhao Lele hugged the manuscript and smiled: "Then I'll take it to Sister Liu." ”

Zhong Yue looked at Zhao Lele, who happily ran to Liu Ping's office, and said in his heart that it was good to live an ordinary life.

Zhong Yue has not painted a single stroke today, but he has a little more insight into the paintings he painted yesterday.

Zhao Lele came out soon, because he was about to get off work, Liu Ping didn't make a decision directly, maybe he was more careful in doing things, and the final draft was put tomorrow, so the two came out together.

"Let's go out and rub it together today to celebrate the upcoming launch of New Reader. By the way, we would like to celebrate Mr. Qiu Shan joining our magazine. ”

"Okay!

Liu Ping pushed her glasses and quipped: "Editor-in-Chief Qiu was promoted, isn't it Teacher Qiu's treat?" ”

The people around were all coaxing, "Yes, yes, Mr. Qiu is in for a treat." ”

"Alright, no more fuss. I'm in for a treat, Mr. Qiu is a newcomer, we should do our best to be a landlord, clean up, and let's go out together later. ”

Zhong Yue wrote a note and gestured: "Get your salary, I invite you." ”

"No, Mr. Qiu. Sister Liu was joking. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the happy family atmosphere in the magazine, which he hadn't felt for a long time since he graduated from high school.

After working together for a day, Zhao Lele also got acquainted with Zhong Yue, and took advantage of the off-duty to say: "Teacher Qiu, you are so tightly wrapped, isn't it really hot? ”

Zhong Yue picked up a post-it note, "The burns are very serious, I'm afraid it will scare you." ”

Zhao Lele blinked his big eyes, "Can you show me?" It's okay, I'm not afraid. ”

Zhong Yue looked at Zhao Lele's sincere eyes, and pulled the collar button of the gauze high, revealing the lower half of his face, although it had recovered a little, it was still wrinkled like an old man.

Zhao Lele lowered his head slightly, and saw Zhong Yue's entire face clearly, he was burned so badly, and he could still live strongly, if it was her, he probably wouldn't dare to come out to meet people. However, from the edges and corners and those eyes, she could still see a little tough handsomeness.

"Teacher Qiu, you must have been very handsome when you were young. ”

Zhong Yue's mouthful of old blood gushed up, almost spurting out.

This comforting sentence really made Zhong Yue feel like he couldn't cry or laugh.