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Aiyue Magazine, editor Duan Que is still working overtime to review the manuscript.

It's not how diligent she is, but because she really doesn't have any way out, although the slogan of love reading is to create a national reading, but the magazine is a company after all, the company has to make a profit, the historical version was originally a good section, a few years ago, with the opening of the hundred pulpits, everyone's interest in history has increased a lot, in order to cater to the public's reading, love reading deliberately opened up the historical version, at first, the historical version is very good, the quality of the novel is a little up, everyone will buy it, but as time goes by, Readers' tastes are becoming more and more picky, and with the rise of online literature, the magazine industry has also been affected, with sales of the history edition falling by 5% last month, and seeing that it is about to hover on the line of life and death, how can she, as the deputy editor of the history edition, not be in a hurry.

"Sparrow, aren't you leaving?" Qiao Hui, who is also an editor, packed up her things and walked towards Duan Que, "Is there a shortage of manuscripts recently?" How do you always see that you stay up late for review? ”

"Alas, the quality has not gone up recently, and there are few manuscripts, not to mention the quality, you look at this article, writing is like playing, I really don't know what they think," After killing another submission, Duan Que sat in the chair dejectedly, raised his head and smiled bitterly at Qiao Hui, "Look at this situation, if the sales performance can't come up next month, I, the deputy editor-in-chief of the history group, will also have to go to your urban group, maybe I will have to ask you, the editor-in-chief of the campus youth group, for food." ”

If it were someone else, it would never be possible to see Duan Que looking tired to say such deflating words, but Qiao Hui and she were interns who entered the company at the same time during their college internship, and now they are roommates for many years, and they have long since lost their intrigue in the workplace, and she doesn't need to hide it in front of Qiao Hui.

Listening to Duan Que's nonsense, Qiao Hui patted her lightly on the shoulder, "What are you talking about, you know nonsense every day, can you really come to work under me after the collapse of this historical version?" Besides, you grabbed this history section at the time, and watched it grow up, if it was really killed by the company, I think you will cry more than anyone else. ”

Thinking that the historical version she had worked so hard to grab might be killed by the company, Duan Que felt bad in her heart, but thinking of the cruelty of reality, she sighed again, "But what can I do?" Now the quantity of historical novels is scarce, and the quality can't go up, those who have finally got a little bit of contact with history, and the things written are still full of loopholes, the one I just read, let's not talk about whether the story is good or not, just talk about the most basic historical knowledge, what to write about the Tang Dynasty built in the imperial capital, you say this is not angry? But that's it, there is still no one to contribute, there is no manuscript and there is no way to retain readers, now many old readers trust fans, the sales of the historical version can't go up, I was embarrassed to mention to the editor-in-chief at the last regular meeting that the history group's manuscript fee is on par with your urban group, you say, how can I break the current situation? The manuscript fee can't go up, and the editor-in-chief always says that the historical edition is not as good as the historical magazine, not to mention anything else, I heard that the sales of history broke one million copies last quarter, and we can't compare at all, I also heard that some time ago, they signed a contract for ten years and insisted on sitting in the town, not to mention what works are going to be produced in this ten years, just ten years of fame, let's put two magazines here, you are a reader, which one do you buy? ”

Seeing that Duan Que was getting lower and lower the more she talked, Qiao Hui didn't feel good in her heart, she and Duan Que were good sisters, but what was the use of being good sisters? Nowadays, the city is popular, and the readership is only aimed at teenagers between 12 and 18, who are all yearning for romantic love, and who would really want to really read boring historical novels? Fortunately a few years ago, the hundred pulpits were in the limelight, everyone was following the trend, historical novels could at least get a piece of the pie, but now even the momentum of the hundred pulpits has gone down, and the number of people who read history has gradually decreased, and the clear wear has become a poison, the prospects of historical novels are not as good as day by day, the writing is boring, no one reads it, the writing is not boring, and it is said that it is, and even some people take the official history to read historical novels, and those old readers have gradually left, people want to read history, they are directly looking for professional books, Who still buys a historical fiction magazine cloaked in dog blood? It's not an idle egg.

"Alright, you can go back."

Duan Que is not a person who doesn't understand reality, she just wants to complain in front of her good sisters, she is the deputy editor-in-chief of the history group, sometimes she wants to talk about it at all, she has to carry things more than others, especially in front of her subordinates, knowing that the historical novel market is now in a downturn, but she can't say anything in front of her subordinates, not only that, but she also has to muster up full confidence and constantly explore a road that can save the historical version, now that she has finished nagging, the whole person is also a lot easier, Even though he has a tired face, he can also smile.

Seeing her good sister like this, Qiao Hui felt distressed for a while, and simply pulled away the workstation next to her and sat down, "It's so late now, it's not safe for me to go home alone, I'll review the manuscript with you, hurry up, what if you can find any genius, isn't it all written like this in the novel?" ”

Duan Que was defeated by Qiao Hui's innocence, "Okay, okay, don't be busy with me, you also stayed up all night yesterday, go back today and rest early, I'm really scared, go to sleep on the chair for a while, and we'll go back together when I'm done." ”

"Two people are better than one, and you and I will review the manuscript faster." Qiao Hui is still insisting.

"No, no, you go to sleep."

The two of them were pushing and shoving, when they heard the office door being pushed open, and a man in uniform who looked like he was in his fifties walked in with a flashlight and asked Qiao Hui and Duan Que, "When are you going to get off work?" ”

The tone of the person who came was not good, although they couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but Qiao Hui and Duan Que both knew that this was the security guard of the office building, and it was time for the people to get off work at this point, so they hurriedly took the things, Qiao Hui and Duan Que hurriedly locked the door, and the security guards who watched the building were patrolling the floor, and when they saw them coming out, they looked at them coldly, "The magazine can't sell a few copies, and it's still so hard, who can you show it to." ”

His words were not low, and they happened to fall into the ears of Qiao Hui and Duan Que who were waiting for the elevator, Qiao Hui gritted her teeth and was about to go over to reason with him, but Duan Que grabbed her first, "Forget it, don't look for trouble in the middle of the night." ”

"I'm a ......"

"Whoever makes the family is the one who says the other side of history."

"What's wrong with history? Say that history has one more hair or what? Why do you look down on Aiyue, isn't it just that the relationship over there in history, as for such a dog's eye to look down on people, it's really easy for us to bully. ”

"He's not a relation, he's a reader on the other side of history." Duan Que smiled bitterly, "Last time I saw him go upstairs to the magazine. ”

"What's wrong with the reader? Sooner or later, pull him over," Qiao Hui grinned and bared Duan Que's neck and patted her chest, "Don't worry, I helped your history team this time, let's combine our swords, I don't believe that we can't fight that history." (To be continued.) )