Late at night, in Shencheng, in a very famous supper restaurant, after Geng Yunhe beckoned the waiter to bring a four-treasure meal, he looked at the middle-aged man opposite and smiled: "Lao Hu, you really don't eat supper?" ”

Lao Hu shook his head and said: "Recently, I went to check my body, high blood lipids, high blood sugar and high blood pressure, and the doctor strictly ordered me not to eat supper, so I will drink herbal tea to accompany you." ”

"It's up to you." Geng Yunhe smiled.

When the four treasures of rice were delivered, Geng Yunhe picked up a piece of barbecued pork and said, "The barbecued pork here is the best...... When I first came to Shencheng, I was a thorough dirt bun, and everything was new when I entered the city. I still remember the first time I ate barbecued pork, I thought it was the best thing in the world. In a blink of an eye, I have been living in Shencheng for 30 years, and I have become a complete Shencheng person, but whenever I eat barbecued pork, I will remember where I came from and what kind of person I am. ”

Lao Hu: "Lao Geng, what you said has a deep meaning." Let's talk straight, find me something, we have been friends for many years, and I will definitely help you if I can help you. ”

Geng Yunhe put the barbecued pork in his mouth and chewed it slowly into his stomach, and then said slowly: "I want to ask you to keep the shares in your hand for the time being." ”

Lao Hu was silent for a few seconds and said: "I knew you were going to say this, but this is not something I can decide alone, the company feels that it is time to realize this investment......

"Wait a minute, you listen to me." Geng Yunhe said.

"You say."

Geng Yunhe: "I just hope that your investment can get the most lucrative profits, so I will persuade you to keep the shares." If you trust our decades-long friendship and think that my old Geng is a real person, then you can trust me and stay for at least another three months. ”

"I know you're not willing to give up magazines to those people, but this is the trend of the times, even if I give you three months, what can you do?" Lao Hu shook his head, "If you want me to say, you better give up." ”

Geng Yunhe smiled: "I have changed from a local bun in the countryside to the current editor-in-chief of the magazine, do you know what the reason for my success is?" It's because I never give up, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how desperate it is, I'm always willing to hold on a little longer. As long as you hold on a little longer, maybe those difficulties will not exist! ”

"It's useless." Lao Hu sighed, "It's not that I won't help you, it's really that the price given by Jinma is very attractive." ”

Geng Yunhe said: "What if I say that the price they give is too low at all." ”

"With the magazine's current sales, that price is already very good." Old nonsense.

Geng Yunhe: "The sales volume of the magazine in the past month are all about 60,000, if you calculate based on this sales, the price given by Jinma is indeed not low." But if the magazines can sell 70,000 or even 80,000, do you still think their prices are high? ”

"How is that possible!" Lao Hu shook his head, "You also have a period of sales that have gone up, and recently they have come back down." ”

"Then do you dare to make a bet with me. Give me another month, and I'll keep sales stable at more than 70,000, no, more than 80,000! Geng Yunhe said in a deep voice.

"You're crazy." Lao Hu was taken aback.

80,000 sales? If "Martial Arts Weekly" can really reach 80,000 sales, no, as long as it can reach 70,000 sales, of course he will not sell shares.

"I'm not crazy. I've already talked to Lengyan Culture, and they're willing to give me a month, so it's up to you now. Lao Hu, for the sake of our friendship for many years, you give me a chance, and I return a miracle! Geng Yunhe said emotionally.

Lao Hu stayed for a long time, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you a month." Just for a month, if you can do it, I promise not to sell shares. But if you can't, then don't blame me. ”

Geng Yunhe smiled, raised his hand high and shouted, "Waiter, let's have a dozen beers!" ”

……

Zhang Zhifang curled up in the office chair, worthy of the office of the deputy editor-in-chief, the chair is wide and comfortable.

He didn't expect to be promoted to associate editor in his forties, but he also knew in his heart that if things didn't go well, he, the deputy editor-in-chief, wouldn't be in charge for a few days.

Once Jin Ma becomes the major shareholder of "Martial Arts Weekly", it is bound to let the people of "Martial Arts Circle" magazine become the owner, and when the time comes, let alone the deputy editor-in-chief, it is just a luxury for him to stay in the weekly magazine.

Thinking of the mortgage, thinking of his son who is about to go to college, and thinking of his wife's meager salary, Zhang Zhifang sighed and silently prayed that the editor-in-chief could bring back good news.

He was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but open a file on his computer's hard drive.

"In the first chapter, the countryman goes into the city.

Torr! Tototo! Torr! Toto!

The two wooden swords swung and clashed, striking each other with a toto sound. Sometimes there is no sound after a long time, and sometimes the sound of impact is as dense as a bead, continuous.

It was in the countryside of Maxi in the southern suburbs of Yuanling, Xiangxi, in front of the three huts, on the barn field, a pair of young men and women were competing with wooden swords......"

This is the new work "Liancheng Jue" sent by "Flying by the Clouds" a few days ago, and it has completed three chapters and more than 30,000 words.

When I read the first chapter, although the story is smooth, it always feels like it is not exciting enough.

In the second chapter, the story turns, and the protagonist Di Yun is unjustly imprisoned, which makes the reader's heart tug violently, and he is inexplicably sad and angry for him.

In the third chapter, as soon as the love story between Ding Dian and Ling Shuanghua came out, the idea of the novel suddenly improved a lot.

Although the rest of the story has not yet been written, as one of the few readers of this story so far, Zhang Zhifang has been deeply attracted.

He believes that he is convinced and even convinced that as soon as this "Liancheng Jue" comes out, the weekly will definitely be expensive in Luoyang, and its sales will increase greatly!

At that point, the shareholders will never sell their shares.

If the shareholder remains unchanged, he can sit firmly in the position of deputy editor-in-chief.

This is the most tense day of Zhang Zhifang's life, and his fate will usher in a major turning point from today.

Or sweep the floor and start over.

Or make a big move.

He pondered, he frowned, he tossed, he sighed, until the sky was covered with a white light, and he was drowsy, when the phone "buzzed".

Zhang Zhifang bounced up like an electric shock, grabbed the phone, took a deep breath and said: "Hey, this is "Martial Arts Weekly", I'm Zhang Zhifang!" ”

Geng Yunhe's deeply tired voice came from the earpiece opposite: "It's done...... the next issue of "Liancheng Jue" will be published!" This time, we have no way back, we have to win! ”

Putting down the phone, Zhang Zhifang's hand was still a little shaky.

He looked out the window, the east was white, the sun was rising, and a new day was coming.

After living for more than 40 years, he has never looked forward to the dawn as much as he does today.