After Mo Xiaozao finished sorting out his belongings in the room, he quickly put himself into his work, and of course he also deliberately made a group of ancient sayings. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was no activity in the past, and it was as silent as stagnant water, and the four pieces of tofu who didn't know the reason for it sent it several times, but no one replied, and of course she didn't reply.

In the afternoon, she became the editor-in-chief and was called to the office for a meeting.

Sitting on the chair, he listened to Gu Chenggu say the requirements of the elimination system, and also told her to add a few newcomers to the Guyan group, and told her to take the newcomers well and try her best to let the newcomers learn something.

Almost as soon as the words fell, some people began to oppose the newcomer being placed in the Guyan group, and even began to question whether she had the strength that the editor-in-chief should have after becoming the editor-in-chief of the Guyan group in a short period of time.

"How do you have strength?" She asked, and took a special look at the few people who questioned her, all of them were men, and I don't know if it had anything to do with so-and-so.

"In this way, you sell the copyright of your group this week, as long as you can successfully complete the screening of one person and sell the copyright, we have no doubt about you as the editor-in-chief."

The man showed a big smile when he said, "But you can't do it, I think you should automatically resign from the position of editor-in-chief, after all, the leader has strength, and the ancient language group can become better." ”

"Okay." She agreed, and she didn't forget to ask about the management direction of the editor-in-chief, which was the male frequency's Xianxia Wen.

"Then I'll wait to see the results of Editor-in-Chief Mo, hoping that Editor-in-Chief Mo can sell for a high price." The man replied to her and did not forget to say his name, which was Zhang Anfu.

This meeting was also continued by Gu Chenggu after such doubts, but Gu Chenggu asked Zhang Anfu, since the new editor-in-chief can sell the copyright, should you also try it yourself?

Not to mention that it takes a long time to find a suitable text for adaptation in the sea of texts, and it is not easy to find the right company, otherwise so many authors can sell their copyrights and become millionaires long ago.

Although she had such thoughts, she began to look for ancient sayings after she went back, many of which began with suicide, being killed, and getting married, and it was impossible to appear on the screen without thinking about it.

Before she could continue, her phone rang.

As the editor-in-chief, Gu Chenggu told her very brightly that she needed to do things, including ideas for the revision of the website, as well as correspondence with the art editors of the technical department.

In addition to these, she also has to manage the content of the article and the outside negotiations, it seems that she has a lot more things to do than the editor, and there is no time to do the agreement between Zhang Anfu and her after a simple split.

It's been busy for many days, and it's going to be a week, but luckily she can read articles without sleeping at night, and although she has chosen it, there is no suitable company to buy.

She poked at the four pieces of tofu and asked about the suitable company, and then she got on the four pieces of tofu and pulled her into the group to look for it.

found a Huayi film and television suggested by four pieces of tofu, and clicked on the chat box of the beautiful screenwriter, "Do you need a text, ancient romance." ”

"Yes, yes, but can you send me the text to read? I'll be in touch with you if it suits us. The pink avatar of the beautiful screenwriter jumped, and she didn't sleep at all in the middle of the night.

Mo Xiaozao sent the article to the beautiful editor, asked for the name, typed the word Bingling, and didn't ask if it was a pen name or a name, or anything else, anyway, it was enough to have a title.

She waited all night, but the ice spirit didn't reply to her.

Like I usually go to work, and the art department began to communicate with the design of the page, suddenly the mobile phone rang, it was a number I didn't know, but I looked at the place where the number belonged to Beijing, and the phone was connected.

"Hey." She made a sound, her hand still jumping in front of the computer, taking a screenshot of the place she wanted to modify for the artist, and deliberately marking the color.

"Hello, did you send me yesterday? I read the content of the article, and it really suits us very well, so I want to tell you about the price we gave, and we intend to give three million. ”

"It's a little lower, how to say that it is written by hand, it is not easy to write so many words." She lowered her eyelashes as she spoke, clenching her hand.

For the price of new authors, three million is already a lot, but she is not sure that three million can be comparable to Zhang Anfu, so she wants to strive for more, not only for the author, but also for herself.

"Three and a half million, you should have read this article, there are many places in it that involve special effects, if it is high, we will have no income, and depending on the content of the article, we can't guarantee that the TV series will sell well." Bing Ling's voice was much colder.

It seemed that if she continued to speak, the conversation would collapse.

"It's not good to talk about it on the phone, you and I have a good talk face to face." She spoke, pressed enter on her computer, and put on her clothes and left Quirrell.

Of course, she went with the copyright of the article.

She left the company to meet the person who bought the copyright, and after she went out, it spread in Quirrell, and Zhang Anfu, who had been waiting for her to buy the copyright, began to panic, but Gu Chenggu said that the two of them wanted to sell one copyright each.

Leaving Quirrell in his own car, Zhang Anfu went to the café where she was.

There were not many people coming and going, and the café seemed quieter, and she sat in the box and ordered a cappuccino, looking out the window at the passers-by with a confident smile.

She began to focus on observing every woman walking outside, because she didn't know which one was the most friendly to everyone, and of course she didn't miss Zhang Anfu who came here.

"Hello, are you Miss Mo? I am Bingling, and my full name is Wang Bingling. The tall, thin boy stood across from her, and spoke unwittingly, as if afraid that she would not believe that the boy had placed his work card on the table.

"I thought you were a girl." She handed her work card back and took a closer look at the boy, who had very good-looking eyebrows and eyes, but unfortunately there were many small pimples.

Otherwise, this Wang Bingling is definitely a male god-level figure.

"When I first went to school, I was beaten by my teacher for a whole year, and then I changed my mind." Wang Bingling said, ordered a cup of bitter coffee, and specially instructed that there was no need to add sugar.

"That's really laughable." She said as she took out the contract she had brought and placed it on the coffee table.

Because it's a private room, people outside can't see what they're doing, and they don't care what they're doing. However, Zhang Anfu, who was next to her room, was anxious, and asked what to do next on the phone with a certain phone.