Chapter 45: Mo Chu's Path
Mo Xiaozao chuckled and poked Shen Kuo privately, "How about here?" ā
"You are?" Shen Kuo didn't say how she was, but asked her who she was. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"I'm an editor like you, and I'd like to ask if you'd like to come over to us." Mo Xiaozao typed rhythmically, lowering his eyes with a smile.
She came up with a crazy idea to take most of the people as her own, so that no matter how to bring them back to Mochu, or what......
"Where are you?"
"Mo Chu."
After a long silence, Shen Kuo added her, "I just came out of Mochu, why do you think I will go back?" Moreover, Mo Chu has nothing now. ā
"Not necessarily in the future."
"I can't bring the peaches."
Shen Kuo simply opened his mouth, not going around the corner with her, and slowly spit out the weakness of the peach, but it seemed that he was supporting everything, but in fact he didn't even have the least connections.
Network.
Mo Xiaozao frowned, poked open Bai Luohuan's dialog box, and before she could speak, the cabbage in the room ran to her lap.
The leaves under the cabbage hugged her legs, and a nice female voice came out.
"Are you going to eat with me? I still have 300 words left to finish this chapter. Bai Luohuan's voice was very cheerful, and the sound of chewing reached her ears.
"No, I just wanted to ask you something, but your master is not here, so I can only look for you." Mo Xiaozao pulled the cabbage twice, curious about the structure of the cabbage.
This cabbage is sent by Bai Luohuan red envelope, and it also has its own sound transmission effect!
"So what do you ask? Ask one thing plus a meal. There was a crackling sound from Bai Luohuan's side, rhythmically like a tune.
"Do you have contact information for the studio? Otherwise, you can also be an editor in a studio. ā
"It's really another one."
Bai Luohuan turned over, lying on the bed with his legs straight, the notebook on his stomach, and his shallot-like fingers kept jumping.
In the writing of fulfilling Anxia's last wish, she changed to an editor, and she had a lot of contacts.
Nowadays, it just so happens that the previous editor in charge wants some people who write quality to fill the library.
opened the editor's name, and the three words chocolate lay quietly in the group, and Bai Luohuan sighed lazily, thinking that his editor in charge was a good person.
Pressing send, Mo Xiaozao received the number.
The cabbage on Mo Xiaozao's legs also returned to his corner and stood quietly in the corner, like a decoration in the home.
She didn't care about this, and was full of the idea of saving Mochu's studio.
and Shen Kuo also talked about the most important point, what can she give Shen Kuo?
"I can take you down a wider path, and that's just the beginning." Mo Xiaozao swore that he was confident, and a charming smile appeared on his face.
Turning back to her computer, she tapped on the keyboard with one hand.
A string of texts that couldn't see the content at all was typed out and sent to Shen Kuo, as if it was testing something.
"What do you do?" Shen Kuo only spoke for a long time, and Qianya had already assigned their respective writers to Shen Kuo and Mo Xiaozao, and there were not many, only a few people.
"Edit."
answered Shen Kuo in one sentence, she replied to Shen Kuo without replying, and chatted with her writer intently.
If she chats with each other all the time, her status will not be put too high.
While comforting Qianya's author, she was familiar with Mo Chu's author, and reached out to press her head.
It's troublesome to talk to everyone about your own requirements, especially the repetition over and over again, listening to the many fur can't be in the fur problem.
She simply set up a group and brought people from the two studios together.
Changing everyone's notes, she gave Bai Xiao a management, "I'm the editor of everyone here, and this group is also established for you, if you have any questions, ask them now." ā
"Editor, how many words do we need to update?"
"Not all of them need to be updated, we now operate two kinds of long stories and short stories, and the long stories are updated every day, 6,000 to 9,000 words, 5,000 a week." Mo Xiaozao took a deep breath and continued to play, "There are two short stories a week, and I don't vote for another thing." ā
"How do we update? Is there anything I need to sign up for? ā
It was another curious voice, with a nervous expression, and the half of the little face that was secretly revealed looked very restrained.
"You can just send the manuscript you write to my mailbox every day, you don't need to register, and you can sign a contract for a long time. There are samples for short articles. ā
"That earns a lot? Do we write it ourselves or do we follow it? ā
She replied sentence by sentence, and finally as if she had been hollowed out, she lay down in front of the computer and took a deep breath.
I never expected that the editor would deal with the author like this, and she had a little more understanding of chocolate Li Haiyang and others, and she closed the dialog box.
Open the codeword software, and the numbers of more than 3,000 are still red.
"It's really a thing, and as soon as I deal with it, I delay my own affairs." Sighing about her own affairs, her soft hands softened like noodles.
"There's no way to save the manuscript." I have a headache for my own text, and I have a little more helplessness about reading chocolate.
"Finished with the update? Now I have something to look for you, and I have seen it. Chocolate sent her a word, like pinching.
She's also just finished updating and replies to chocolate.
Chocolate directly said that he needed a batch of books, and when he filled the library, he still had a good price.
The east wind came so happily that Mo Xiaozao thought he was dreaming, and reached out and pinched himself, this is not a dream!
"How much do you need for editing? I really have a bit of a person in my hand now, and if you need it, you can open multiple texts together, and the library will be much fuller. ā
"As many as you want. Find me two good studios. ā
Although I don't understand what chocolate does, I'm even happier that I've found a new way, and my whole heart is on how to train those lowercasers.
"Okay." Mo Xiaozao happily voiced, holding his mobile phone and rolling on the floor excitedly.
I never thought that there would be anything missing.
She happily shouted Anxia around the room, excitedly picking up the steel helmet and rubbing the hair of the steel helmet.
"Mo Xiaozao!" The harsh voice was like a stone scratching the ground, heavy and sharp disturbing her eardrums, "You don't want to live and say it. ā
She withdrew her hand stupidly, hugged the steel helmet in front of her, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Anxia's green eyes, and sighed that they were as bright as stars.
"Your business is Bai Luohuan and chocolate."
"No wonder chocolate is looking for me." Otherwise, how could she, who doesn't talk much at all, become the attention of chocolate?
She lay on the bed, reaching out to wave her hair.
"But this time it's good for you, you work hard, I don't think this story will be wasted, especially the current Mo Chu."
Mo Xiaozao took a deep breath, stared at An Xia and the steel helmet opposite, and held the computer chair in his hand.