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It rained sporadically last night, and today's father-in-law was not as diligent as yesterday when he came out to work, so by the time the sun warmly shone into the silver building, it was already around nine o'clock in the morning. No matter how much hesitation you hesitate, the white clouds drifting in the gray in the sky are also lovely, and the sunlight sprinkled on the earth is not as dazzling as before.

So, in fact, today's weather conditions are cloudy to overcast.

In Caiyao's headquarters building, some of the staff working next to the general manager's office were all trembling at the moment, and they were all contemplative when they spoke, and they all seemed to be communicating with spy staff.

"Bang~~"

The sound of a teacup falling on the ground clearly reached the ears of the staff working on the perimeter.

And most of the staff's hearts skipped a beat to the sound of broken porcelain, and one of the young men lowered his head and pressed his voice to the people next to him: "This is already the second teacup, right?" ”

The companion pouted and shook his head: "I think this editor-in-chief Gao was scolded by Mr. An." ”

"Such a good card was played so badly by this Gao Xiang, and it should be scolded." Another deep voice interjected, with some disdain in his tone.

The two raised their heads and found someone coming, and hurriedly said, "Director Wang~~"

Wang Cheng's hand pressed in mid-air, signaling them to stop shouting, and said gently: "Concentrate on work." ”

The two nodded gratefully, hurriedly turned around and opened the computer page, where they browsed in a serious manner.

"It's just a pity that Mr. An's two teacups are good things customized in the official kiln of Dejing Town."

Wang Cheng turned around and said leisurely.

After the second teacup shattered, there was no sound of the third teacup falling out.

After about a period of time after a round of minesweeping, Gao Xiang came out of Mr. An's office with a newspaper in his hand and a black face.

In the small hall, the staff heard the sound of each other's ears, and suddenly fell silent.

Gao Xiang glanced at the small hall, and the staff who met his gaze all returned their eyes like lightning, focusing on their office desktops.

The huge interests of the comic industry are there, and naturally Gao Xiang, the editor-in-chief of the comic club, is also quite high in Caiyao Entertainment Group.

"Last week, the weekly sales of Huajing Comics Club reached nearly four million." Wang Cheng stood next to Gao Xiang, tilted his head, and looked at the huge headline in the newspaper and read it out slowly.

"It's just exaggerated by the media, it's only 3.86 million." Gao Xiang hadn't recovered from Mr. An's roar yet, and explained in a daze.

"It seems that Huajing's sales have not reached 4 million, and Editor-in-Chief Gao is still indispensable?" Wang Cheng raised his hand and wanted to pat Gao Xiang's shoulder, but was dodged by Gao Xiang, who came back to his senses.

"Wangcheng." Gao Xiang's already dark face was still furrowed, and he snorted coldly: "You don't need to worry about it, even if I leave this position, it will never be you who will sit in my position." ”

"Some people are really in the same mood as the weather today." Wang Cheng didn't care about Gao Xiang's cold voice, and said with a smile.

Those who fail say everything is empty.

Gao Xiang didn't say anything more to him, but turned his eyes to look at the newspaper that Mr. An threw in his face, which he was going to throw into the trash can after coming out. But looking at Wang Cheng like this, it is estimated that he is going to see Mr. An, if he sees his actions, when this guy goes in, I don't know how he will play with Mr. An's right and wrong and disgust himself.

There was no way, Gao Xiang had to fold the humiliating newspaper, copy it into his bag, and wait until he went downstairs to find another trash can to throw it away.

After passing the royal city, Gao Xiang opened the door and walked out of this small hall, walked a few steps, and entered the elevator.

Gao Xiang picked up his mobile phone and made a call to Zhao Ken.

In any case, Hu Ziyi is also the main person in this turmoil, and Hu Ziyi was also dug up by his own decision, yes, at this moment, he still has to care about Hu Ziyi's condition.

"How's Hu Ziyi's state?"

"It seems normal, but it doesn't feel right."

"What's the situation?" Gao Xiang's heart jumped, at this time, Hu Yike must not be in a situation.

"Probably after the last time I went to the banquet in Pearl State."

"Did something happen?"

"Actually, nothing happened, it's just that Hong Fuzhu told Hu Ziyi about the theory of building a car, and I don't understand what Hong Fuzhu meant, but since that conversation, Hu Ziyi has made me feel a little strange."

"How could Hu Ziyi talk to Hong Fuzhu? Hu Ziyi, he took the initiative to find it? Why didn't you tell me these things earlier? Gao Xiang asked three times in a row, and there was a faint anger in his tone.

"This editor-in-chief Gao, it was Hong Fuzhu who took the initiative to find Hu Ziyi, I heard that he apologized for something, and I didn't know too much about the situation inside, so I asked Hu Ziyi, and he didn't say anything." Zhao Ken cautiously began to explain on the other side of the phone.

When the elevator arrived downstairs, Gao Xiang was in no mood to say any more, and he didn't have a conclusion, so he hung up the phone.

Zhao Ken on the other side found that Gao Xiang hung up his phone directly, but he was very frightened.

Gao Xiang came up step by step from a small editor at the grassroots level, and he used to often deal with these comic authors at close range, and he still has a lot of practical experience.

"Inexplicable, inexplicable, inexplicable, inexplicable." Gao Xiang got out of the elevator, kept chattering, and then walked to the door, saw the sedan flowing outside, and said indignantly, "These people who draw cartoons are so hypocritical that they have a sick brain." ”

At this moment, Hu Ziyi was eating with his sister in a bright restaurant.

This restaurant is a medium-class restaurant, and the people who come and go to eat are well-dressed, and they talk in a low voice. The waiter carries the dishes and shuttles skillfully between the various tables.

Hu Ziyi's younger sister is in high school, and she is dressed quite well, but she looks ordinary and not beautiful.

Most of the clothes worn by Hu Ziyi's sister were bought by Hu Ziyi with the manuscript fee of his comics.

"Brother, why do you have time to invite me to dinner today, haven't you been immersed in drawing comics?" Sister Hu Xiaohui asked with concern.

Hearing his sister's friendly voice, Hu Ziyi felt a warm current in his heart, and his heart that was silent and crazy about drawing comics and slightly lonely could be regarded as having some warmth.

"No matter how busy you are, I have to see you." Hu Ziyi said with a smile.

The two chatted for a few words, and the waiter had already served the food.

Hu Xiaohui rushed to scoop a bowl of rice for his brother, and then scooped it for himself. Immediately afterwards, she ripped off the protective film on the chopsticks of the two.

"Brother, I heard that you left Huajing?" Hu Xiaohui tilted his head and said cautiously.

"Hmm." Hu Ziyi replied with a low voice.

"I always felt that this matter was not good, but Sister Jiang still gave my brother a lot of help back then."

Hu Ziyi's chopsticks pinching the dish paused halfway, and then put it into his bowl, and then put down the chopsticks, and said with a smile: "This is the same as normal job hopping, my brother is just looking for a better place, nothing good or bad." Moreover, my brother is also going to take you to more upscale restaurants to eat and buy better clothes, which you can do without money. ”

"What about comics? Didn't my brother say before that he wanted to draw better comics? Hu Xiaohui asked anxiously.

"You'll have to go to class later, hurry up and eat." Hu Ziyi did not answer Hu Xiaohui's words, but changed his words.

"That's fine, it's good, there's nothing to improve for the time being."

Hu Ziyi remembered Gao Xiang's evaluation of his comics, and recalled Hong Fuzhu's evaluation.

He shook his head, he was really sick, why should he care about an unrelated person's evaluation.

As for my sister's words, the water flows to a lower place, people go to a higher place, and the stars offer a high price, so I am naturally drawing comics in the stars.

Do it yourself, what's wrong

"In this world, only interests are real, after all, even if they are relatives, there are a lot of bastards." Hu Ziyi said inwardly.