It was only after many years that I remembered that it was not everyone else who was growing up, but that I wishfully did not want to grow up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Except for Wang Peihua, I can't think of anyone else who will attack me.

Lu Xun said back then that he often carried a dagger when he walked at night, but in this era, people's hearts are still sinister, if I bring a dagger, I can't pass the security check by subway.

Then wait, if Wang Peihua can help me find some clues, it can be regarded as revenge for Geng Hao.

Yuan Zheng said that he has many brothers, so let someone help me find it, and if there is any news of that guy, notify me immediately.

He also asked me to do things for him, which of course I sternly refused.

I love what I do, at least when I first graduated. Slowly change from love to like, from like to okay, from good to love.

How masochistic does a person have to be to fall in love with their job? I won't, falling in love with my job is like falling in love with **** but not having sex.

Work is work, a means of making a living easily.

I have seen IT men who vomited blood directly after working overtime for three days and three nights, and I have also seen the so-called "business elites" who have stomach cramps after eating instant noodles, they are struggling, and at the same time they are committing suicide slowly.

In the publishing house, no one worked overtime for three days and three nights, and no one ate instant noodles. What can be done tomorrow will definitely not be done today, and it can be delayed.

The publishing house is in full swing and the sun is declining, and the work is lazy and lazy. A few girls got together to talk about gossip, and the aunt got together to talk about homework, and half a year passed like this.

I don't know if the male animals in the company are too rare, except for Liang Rongyue, there are also girls in other editorial rooms who have a little bit of a good impression of me. Even without shame and extreme narcissism, he said that he had a crush on me.

How can I know about my crush, because there are occasional love letters in the drawer, as well as small gifts. Although there was no signature on the love letter, I knew who it was when I looked at the handwriting. This is called a woman of faith.

The people are gone, and the heart seems to be closed. I tried not to think about her life, her present, or what she was doing.

In listening to Richard? Clayderman, or is it raining alone? What did her second generation of officials do to her, will they beat her? Will she remember who we used to be?

Sometimes I think I'm really ****** verbose, like a. So I can only read books and exercise to distract myself.

Finally, in my second year at the publishing house, my lazy life came to an end, and bad luck came.

In the era of speech control, those who do publishing media have to carry their tails between their legs, like dogs.

President Li bitterly admonished us that we are slowly getting used to it, to know what we can and can't touch, and what is their sensitive point.

Later, I found out that it was all, they were like eating ****, they were full of sensitive points, and there were minefields everywhere, which they couldn't touch.

There is a scholar on rural issues named Yu Jianrong, who pays attention to the lower classes, often calls out for petitioners, and even works as their lawyer for free.

Since He Fei published my "Purple Soil Notes", he often took me to communicate with my predecessors in the literary and art circles. Actually, I'm not good at communicating, and most of the time I go to eat and drink and watch others communicate.

At a literati gathering in the 798 Art District, I met Yu Jianrong.

At that time, he wrote a collection of essays called "Father is a Hooligan", which was preparing to be published.

Talking to him is very speculative, and there is a lot of hope for seeing each other.

I said I would like to let the Political and Legal Publishing House publish this book.

He trusted me so much that he agreed.

This book is a collection of Yu Jianrong's essays in recent years, and the articles included are to the point, making a comprehensive acupuncture of the chronic diseases of society. As soon as the book was published, it became an instant bestseller, and it was reprinted twice within six months.

So some people stared at it, saying that the book had no "positive energy", the problem was too "acute", and it conflicted with the public opinion guide who reported good news but not bad news, and demanded that the publishing house immediately remove it from the shelves, and gave the publishing house a warning.

As the planning editor of this book, I am naturally involved.

At President Lee's office, I said that I was willing to take all responsibilities and handed him the letter of resignation.

President Li glanced at the resignation letter, smiled, and then tore it up and threw it into the trash.

He sat me down and said earnestly, "This book is going to come out, it must be published, and we won't regret it!" When we do publishing, we will inevitably encounter this kind of problem, so don't we just give it a warning? I, Lao Li, am not afraid of this. Go back, keep up this momentum, do it well, and don't have any psychological pressure. ”

However, there is a vice president named Song Xue who does not think so. He called me into his office and said in a strong tone with a northeastern flavor: "You have a serious matter!" Warning sanction, do you know what the situation is? The publishing house has not been disciplined in decades? It's simply ...... What a shame! ”

"Don't worry, I will do the follow-up work and then resign."

Song Xue didn't speak, just smiled wickedly, waved his hand and let me out.

His son is also in this publishing house, and the people in the publishing house always compare me to his son, although I never took his son seriously. I'm gone, and everyone is happy.

For this matter, the Social Committee convened a meeting.

Naturally, one side was protecting me, and most of the people, led by President Lee, thought that there was no problem with this topic. At that time, it was unanimously approved, and if there is a problem, everyone should bear it.

The other party, led by Song Xue, said that the topic selection was my main grasp, and now that there is a problem, it is naturally up to me to bear it. I was advised to terminate my employment by the publisher.

Song Xue is indomitable, and everyone thinks it's too small.

Many people gathered at the door of the conference room to listen to the social committee's arguments, and I fell asleep on my chair.

At this moment, I was woken up by a shrill voice, coming from the conference room. The voice was similar to that of Vitas, and the whole building could probably hear it.

I turned over and came to the conference room to inquire and found out that Liang Rongyue had rushed in just now.

I saw that this girl was arrogant, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Everyone, be quiet, I'll say a few words!" ”

The social committee is all middle and high-level leaders, and a small editor yells at the leader, which is a bit shocking.

Those bald fat men and aunts naturally quieted down immediately.

Liang Rongyue said unhurriedly: "We all know that the book planned by Zeng Xiaoyu is a good book, and the market and reputation have been tested. The selection of the topic was demonstrated through the topic selection meeting, and as for the above statement that the book's views are too sharp, they can't come up with any laws and regulations to explain what is sharp, and there is no reason to give the publisher a warning. You can go to the Internet to take a look, and now readers are furious when they hear that this book has been taken off the shelves. Therefore, whether in terms of morality or rules, Zeng Xiaoyu did not make any mistakes. ”

"Moreover, our company's topic selection and argumentation are in accordance with the procedure, and if anyone is really to blame, the president in charge of the topic selection is the first person to be responsible." At this time, everyone's eyes turned to Song Xue, because he was the president in charge of the topic.

Song Xue's face was embarrassed, he couldn't speak, his face was flushed, and he wanted to refute, but he couldn't say anything.

She continued: "If Zeng Xiaoyu is dealt with, it will undermine the confidence and will of many young editors in the publishing house, and in the future, I am afraid that we will only have to publish garbage books in stock." ”

Everyone nodded, and some gave Liang Rongyue a thumbs up at the door.

She turned her head to see me outside the window and smiled sweetly.

I gave him a smile back.

President Li struck while the iron was hot and said, "Satsuki is right! If you want to be held accountable, I am the person in charge of the publishing house, and I have to bear the first responsibility, so I suggest that the social committee fire me first. ”

Another vice president said, "We are all old, and we need to give young people a chance." Then I am also responsible, and I will be expelled too! ”

Seeing that this situation could not be resolved, Song Xue took out his handkerchief and wiped his monkey-like face and said, "Today...... Today, what's going on at all. That's right, forget it this time, but don't take it as an example! ”

In this way, I was "****" by the publishing house.

This "****" has no meaning to me, this matter started because of me, and it must end because of me.

The next day, I submitted my resignation.

Privately, I thank Liang Rongyue for making a fuss with the Social Committee.

When she heard that I was leaving, she cried again. I comforted her and said that they were all in Beijing and that we would have a chance to meet them in the future.

She wished me happiness all the way.

I smiled and said, I will be very happy all the way, and so will you.

Not long after I left the publishing house, I heard the news of Liang Rongyue's marriage, and she invited me to attend her wedding.

Before the wedding ceremony, she crept down to me, pointed to the young man who was busy in the distance, and said, "Look, he looks like you." ”

I saw her innocent smile and suddenly wanted to burst into tears when I heard her say this, but I held back.

She asked me what was wrong.

I say bless you.

She told me to eat and drink as I pleased, and then walked away with a smile, like a lilting butterfly flying from my palm to the sky.