The porridge in the office was fragrant, and Liu Zhiqing was full of praise for eating.

The only thing she can afford to look up to Chu He is Chu He's preserved egg and lean porridge. In addition, Chu He is really just a worthless soft rice man.

"Sister, eat slowly, the porridge is there, Chu He can make it for us every day, as long as you don't drive him away." Su Muyan poured Liu Zhiqing a glass of water and began to clean up the messy documents on her desk.

She was already familiar with Liu Zhiqing's office, and it was not difficult to organize it.

Liu Zhiqing glanced at her: "Why do you always want me to admire the Chu River?" What kind of people are in the porridge, fooling around. ”

"Ouch, my sister, Chu He is indeed good. By the way, you don't know, he can draw, and he can draw better than me! Su Muyan has become a little fan sister of Chu River.

Liu Zhiqing chuckled: "Yanyan, there are many people who are better than you in painting." ”

"Hmph, sister, you hit me again!" Su Muyan looked aggrieved, and Liu Zhiqing couldn't help laughing: "I don't want you to study hard, don't play all day long, like a child." ”

"I won't be playful, I want to learn to paint with Chu He, and I will definitely shock my mentor when I graduate!" Su Muyan's temper came and went quickly, and he smiled in a blink of an eye.

Liu Zhiqing frowned slightly: "You learn to paint with Chu He?" No, don't get too close to men......"

"Oh, sister, you're here again, I know the measure, I won't tell you." Su Muyan hurriedly ran away, otherwise she would be lectured by Liu Zhiqing for a long time.

She used to have had enough, but whenever she came into contact with a man, Liu Zhiqing would doubt the man's motives, to put it bluntly, men are scum.

Liu Zhiqing didn't have much to say, her sister was still too young to care.

After Su Muyan left, Liu Zhiqing also finished eating the porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork.

She had an endless aftertaste, stretched lazily, her breasts were straight, her legs were straight, and the green tendons on her white instep were exposed.

"Whew." Liu Zhiqing exhaled comfortably and notified the secretary to come in and pack the lunch box.

Soon, a woman with big-rimmed glasses and neat short hair came in. The woman is also wearing a white-collar uniform and high heels, and she looks good, but she is still a little worse than Liu Zhiqing.

"Shihan, clean up the office, and go to the books and magazines tomorrow morning to help me buy a new issue of "Science Fiction World". Liu Zhiqing skillfully advised.

The second day of every month is the day that Liu Zhiqing is most looking forward to, because this day is the release date of "Science Fiction World", which she has fallen in love with since high school.

A new issue is released on the second day of each month, and Liu Zhiqing has almost never fallen into one issue, and she has been watching it for eight years.

"Okay." The glasses lady called Shihan responded respectfully and neatly packed up the lunch box.

Liu Zhiqing stopped talking, and habitually stood by the window to watch the night scene, but her mind inexplicably remembered the night she was in the villa before.

That night, the sound of the conch was faint, which Liu Zhiqing can not forget.

"I don't know who blew it?" Liu Zhiqing shook her head, and finally agreed to get off work.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

In the Longding Bay villa, Chu He sat in front of the computer, tapping on the keyboard with an amazed face.

After Su Muyan left, Chu He used all the remaining pleasure points to buy the follow-up content of "Poetry and the Sea", only 30,000 words, and now his pleasure points are empty.

If Liu Zhiqing hadn't suddenly provided 100 pleasure points, Chu He might only be able to buy 10,000 words.

He guessed that Liu Zhiqing ate preserved eggs and lean porridge in the company, so he provided pleasure value.

But these are all trivial things, Chu He didn't think much about it, he couldn't wait to knock out the 30,000 words of the newly bought "Poetry and the Sea".

So far, "Poetry and the Sea" has 80,000 words.

Chu He was addicted again, he experienced the feeling of ten thousand ants devouring his heart, it was too uncomfortable, this is the feeling of chasing more.

The author of the system is really a thousand cuts, can't he "do more"?

And when Chu He was tapping the keyboard, the editorial department of "Science Fiction World" was still in full swing.

Tomorrow is the release date, but the layout of the magazine has not yet been completed, and in order to make the impact of "Poetry and the Sea" even greater, the editorial department has completely changed the layout of the magazine.

From the cover to the bottom page, from the message to the illustrations, all of them have undergone a big change, the purpose is to highlight "Poetry and the Sea".

It can be said that "Poetry and the Sea" will become the "soul character" of the magazine.

"Let's work harder, all the articles that conflict with the layout of "Poetry and the Sea" will be removed, leave the rest of the authors alone, and then compensate them later."

Mr. Ye was so busy that he was sweating profusely, looking here and there, and even checking for typos.

Liu Qiang was in pain and happy, he was the deputy editor-in-chief, one person was above 10,000 people, and the responsibility was huge, and he didn't have a good rest in the past two days.

"Mr. Ye, it's really too late, the layout is all messed up, some old authors still have opinions, and they will definitely not be able to catch up today!" Liu Qiang smiled bitterly.

"Yes, Mr. Ye, the printing department is also urging us, and I also complained to the president, saying that we are lazy and will only rush to work at the end of the month." A female editor is miserable.

Mr. Ye rubbed his temples, he was indeed too anxious about this matter, and no editorial department dared to do this.

But "Poetry and the Sea" was the only novel that captivated him in so many years, and he couldn't wait for next month.

"Poetry and the Sea" can definitely become a god in one book, and his Ye Jiajun's career has also reached a higher level.

"Don't worry about the printing department and the president, if you can't make it today, you will postpone the sale, and I'll carry everything!" Mr. Ye insisted.

Many editors couldn't, and Liu Qiang's computer came with news, he hurriedly went over to take a look, and said overjoyed: "Chu Xiaohe sent a follow-up manuscript." ”

"What?" Mr. Ye was also overjoyed, and hurried over to browse, and put down the work at hand.

The new manuscript is only 30,000 words, while Chu Xiaohe has sent a total of 20,000 manuscripts before, adding up to 50,000 words.

Counting the current 30,000 words, there are 80,000 words in total.

"It's worthy of being a science fiction master, and he has written 30,000 words in just two days, Chu Xiaohe is definitely not a halfway dead street." Mr. Ye approved, grabbed Liu Qiang's position, and looked at the manuscript himself.

The rest of the colleagues continued to work, while Mr. Ye and Liu Qiang buried their heads in front of the computer, checking the new manuscripts, quite a bit of putting the cart before the horse.

"I heard you're delaying the next issue?" At this moment, a displeased voice suddenly came from the door.

Everyone was shocked, and Mr. Ye and Liu Qiang also stood up.

At the door stood a middle-aged woman in her forties, dressed in plain black clothes, with her hair tied up, and a face tight, like a stern old principal.

She is the president of Science Fiction World Magazine, Yuan Huaying.

Yuan Huaying has been famous in the industry for a long time, and she usually sees the beginning but not the end, and I heard that she often flies all over the world to drink tea with sci-fi bosses.

I didn't expect to come to the editorial office now.

"President, why are you here?" Mr. Ye had no momentum, and even showed a sneer, which was diametrically opposed to usual.

"If I don't come, you can't turn the sky upside down? See what the newsroom has become? Magazine sales are getting lower and lower, and now the release is being postponed, so why don't you play a game? Yuan Huaying scolded with a cold face, and everyone in the office didn't dare to take a breath.

Mr. Ye got used to it, and apologized again and again: "It's my fault, I was reckless and impulsive, didn't I just find a good manuscript, and I wanted to reformat it so impulsively." Forget it, I don't want this manuscript, and if I return it, it will save thousands of words and a thousand dollars. ”