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After the mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated three times, Li Ruoyu stretched out her arm lazily. She held her phone to her eyes and looked at the caller ID on it. At this moment, her slightly haggard and sick face flashed a strange look.

"How do you know my phone number?" Like rain picked up the phone and said, there was no intention of saying hello at all.

"Uh......" Feng Bujue was stunned for two seconds, and replied, "I said...... So how do you know it's me? ”

"It's a small bone...... ...... whew" Like rain did not shy away from blowing her nose during the call, she took the tissue away, and continued in a thick nasal voice: "Once she accidentally said that she missed her mouth, I inadvertently wrote it down, so at this moment I know that you called." ”

"How careless was she to leak out an eleven-digit number......" Feng Bujue said with a smile: "You actually wrote it down 'unintentionally'......" He couldn't help but complain.

After these few undisciplined nonsense, the hearts of the two of them are also clear: Feng Bujue undoubtedly asked the number from a small sigh; And on the side of the rain, in fact, he had already learned the mobile phone number of Feng Bujue from the sad spirit, and he had been storing it in his mobile phone.

Then the question arises, why do Xiao Si and Sad know everything?

Obviously, they have a good relationship, so they are often in contact outside of the game. As for how good their relationship is...... In the days leading up to Singles' Day, I think it's better not to talk about such heavy topics.

"Something to talk about." Like rain signaled in a rather arrogant tone that Feng Bujue could change the topic.

Brother Jue naturally had to accommodate the girl at such a moment, he smiled and said, "I'll call to ask about your condition (I care about you)." ”

"I had a high fever last night, and it's noon the next day, and if anything happens, you can only call to confirm the cause of my death (I'm fine)." Like rain returned.

"I can't help it. It was already the middle of the night when I saw Xiao Si's message. That kid was in the script at the time, and I didn't ask for your contact information. Feng Bujue replied, "Say it again...... Even if I have your mobile phone number, it's not appropriate to call a patient in the middle of the night (in fact, I have wanted to call you for a long time, just for fear of disturbing your rest). ”

"Oh, that's (pretty thoughtful)." Like rain, he replied coldly.

"Hmm......" Feng Buju agreed.

Then the two fell into a brief but rather awkward silence. By the way, the content in parentheses above is the subtext that these two guys with social disabilities want to express.

"Since you're fine, wait until you're well. We'll see you online. The silence was broken unconsciously.

"Okay." Qiyu replied, paused for two seconds, and said, "Thank you for your concern...... Good bye. ”

"Goodbye." Feng didn't feel the answer.

The two hung up their phones almost at the same time.

"Huh......" Feng Bujue took a long breath, put his phone on the coffee table, and then got up from the sofa and stretched: "What is this delicate atmosphere...... I always feel more tired than cutting monsters in the script. ”

The phone just broke here. The walkie-talkie at the door rang again.

"Huh? I didn't order takeout. Feng Bujue muttered, walked to the door, and picked up the earpiece, "Which one?" ”

A young woman's voice came from the other side: "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Feng Bujue." ”

This voice was very unfamiliar, and it was the first time I heard it.

"Who are you?" Feng Bujue asked.

"My surname is Ann. It's your new editor, and I want to talk to you about some of the work situations. The other party replied.

"New editor?" Feng Bujue was puzzled: "That old Chen (Feng Bujue's original editor) he ......"

"May I come up and say?" The other party interrupted him.

"Oh, excuse me, wait a minute." Feng Bujue soon realized. It was rude to let someone stand at the door downstairs and talk to yourself, so I pressed the door button.

Two minutes later, Miss An came up by elevator.

Feng Bujue waited behind the door, staring into the hallway through the cat's eyes. So he didn't wait for the other party to ring the doorbell and opened the door.

"Hello. Unconsciously, I'm your new editor, An Yueqin. An Yueqin had read Feng Bujue's information in the magazine, and she knew that the person in front of her was "unaware", so she directly introduced herself.

Feng Bujue shook hands with the other party while looking the stranger up and down.

This Miss An looked to be about twenty-five years old, with a delicate face, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and long hair coiled behind her head; Its posture is slightly delicate, but its height is more than 1.70 meters; She was wearing a formal suit, a white shirt underneath, and a dark suit on the outside, which looked very decent both in terms of the depth of the neckline and the length of the skirt.

"Hello, hello......" Feng Bujue said, "Please come in." He let An Yueqin into the door, and when he closed the door, he added: "Sit casually, be careful to step on the cat." ”

An Yueqin first looked around the environment in the room, and then came to the sofa and sat down.

"Would you like something to drink?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Don't bother......" Miss An wanted to say, "Don't bother, just give me a glass of water", but she didn't expect that she only said half a sentence.

"That's great!" Feng Bujue actually answered, and sat on the sofa, "By the way, what's wrong with Lao Chen?" ”

An Yueqin replied: "He resigned. ”

"Huh? How is that possible? What's with? Feng Bujue asked.

"Too much pressure." An Yueqin said.

"No matter how you say resign, you resign, and you didn't say hello to me." Feng Bujue answered.

An Yueqin looked at him: "Because his pressure mainly comes from you." ”

"Huh? What's wrong with me? ”

"That's exactly what I'm going to talk to you about today."

An Yueqin's tone was very serious, and her expression always revealed a little domineering. Although she is the same age as Feng Bujue, this aura and coercion are more than twice as strong as the original Lao Chen.

"But...... First of all, there is one thing about me, I think it is better to sue you first. An Yueqin said, made a few simple operations on her mobile phone, opened a search website and typed something, and then displayed the page in front of Feng Bujue. As you can see, I am the granddaughter of the chairman of the Sirui Group. ”

Feng had heard the name of Sirui Group unconsciously, just as he had heard of Microsoft or Nike. The word "Sirui", in their universe, symbolizes a business empire. At this time, the page that Feng unconsciously saw was the return result after searching for "the granddaughter of the chairman of Sirui Group" on the Internet.

Feng Bujue said: "Huh...... Really. So, I'm ...... ...... of your head office ...... of a subsidiary in the publishing industry ...... of subordinate magazines Employees, that's the case, right? ”

"And that's not all. Don't forget, most of your previous publications were published through what you call a 'subsidiary'. An Yueqin continued.

"Huh...... It seems that I am leaning on the mountain of Sirui to eat. Feng Bujue smiled: "Then should I call you up...... Miss? ”

"On the contrary, I tell you my identity directly, just so that you don't treat me differently." An Yueqin said.

"Hmm...... That's right, too. Even if you don't sue me, with my personality, I will find out about it very quickly. When the time comes...... My attitude towards you will definitely change. Feng Bujue said bluntly: "Rather than this, it is better to make everything clear from the beginning." ”

"Yes, so please think of me as an ordinary editor who just took up today." An Yueqin said.

"I'll do my best." Feng replied lazily. He was wondering in his heart: What kind of singing is this? The big chaebol sent the three generations of his rich to the grassroots level to experience and experience?

"Very good, then ......" An Yueqin said: "Let's talk about business." She said this, and took it from the bag she was carrying. He took out a magazine and placed it on the coffee table.

"Uh...... You don't want to comment on my last month's manuscript here. Feng Bujue said.

"Of course not." An Yueqin pointed to the magazine: "I just want to ask, have you bought or read our magazine?" ”

Feng Bujue is also honest: "Before signing the contract with the magazine, there was also when it first started to be serialized. I've also bought a few issues. But I haven't watched it for half a year recently. ”

"Then please take a look at it first." If An Yueqin knew about Brother Jue's problem, she would definitely not say this.

Feng Bujue didn't say a word, picked up the magazine and began to flip through the pages one by one. Although he could read ten lines at a glance, it was impossible for him to read these dozens of papers quickly. And An Yueqin is not very easy to interrupt the other party. After all, she asked Feng Bujue to see it.

So, in a blink of an eye. Twenty minutes passed......

Feng Bujue put down the magazine: "I've finished reading it." ”

"It's really 'finished'." An Yueqin said in her heart, but she still said in a normal tone: "Can you tell us about your overall impression of this magazine?" ”

Feng Bujue seemed to understand the other party's intentions a little, he thought about it for a while, and said: "The paper and printing are good, they are considered to be the first-class level on the market; The pricing is also reasonable and not unacceptable; There is no big problem in terms of content, but the advertising takes up almost half of the space, which makes people feel a little watery. ”

"Well, that's right." An Yueqin said: "My point of view is roughly the same as yours. The print sales of our magazine are much worse than the electronic version, because there are too many advertisements that make readers feel ...... I bought a magazine myself, but I only read half of it. ”

"But this is how the print media in these years are...... Without advertising, you won't even be able to recover the printing costs. Feng Bujue said.

"So we have to reform." An Yueqin slapped it on the magazine with one hand.

"This kind of marketing department is in charge...... Why are you and I discussing it so energetically? Feng Bujue couldn't laugh or cry a little.

"It's their business to eat the corpses of people in other departments, and as a member of a company, if you see a problem, you shouldn't stand idly by." An Yueqin interrupted.

"Huh~" Feng Bujue smiled: "Then what do you want?" ”

"It's not about 'thinking'." An Yueqin said: "This morning, my report 'has' been handed over to the editor-in-chief's desk. She paused, "He has already agreed, and from May onwards, our magazine will be changed from a weekly to a semi-monthly one." ”

"Have you ever thought about ......" Feng Bujue said: "If you are really an ordinary employee and have just joined the company, you will throw a report on the table of the top leader...... What will be the consequences. ”

An Yueqin knew what Feng Bujue was referring to, and she replied loudly: "The editor-in-chief will adopt my opinion, and it has nothing to do with my identity." The tone is indeed very confident.

"Huh...... This classmate, 'corpse vegetarian meal'. In fact, it is a relatively unpopular idiom. Feng Bujue said in a teacher-like tone: "But what about 'self-deception'...... We often use it in our daily lives. ”

An Yueqin leaned forward and looked at Feng Bujue with a displeased expression, "No, I read your article, and you almost wrote the word 'narcissism' on your face...... You must think you're unique, don't you? ”

"yes." Feng Bujue leaned back on the sofa: "I'm just very level." He paused for a few seconds and said calmly: "Hand dancing stone on the moon, knee across the flowers." Outside of this pot, it is not my heart. As he spoke, he picked up the cup of cold coffee that was already on the coffee table. Take a sip like a wine tasting, "How do you feel about it?" ”

An Yueqin was fooled by Brother Jue, and she was speechless for a while. She had never seen anyone compose poems for herself in her life.

Three seconds later, Feng Bujue smiled and said, "Ha...... Don't think about it. This is Li Bai's "Drinking Alone". ”

An Yueqin was a little annoyed and angry, and a touch of crimson quietly appeared on her cheeks: "Isn't it great to quote scriptures and gags?" ”

"No, no, no." Feng Bujue said: "In these years, I have a good background and a hard background, which is the most remarkable." He spread his hands: "It's a good idea for you to ask others not to treat you differently, but you'd better correct your style and attitude first."

You really have to think that you can be an ordinary editor like Lao Chen. Just do your job in a down-to-earth manner. Don't take the salesman's salary and the chairman's heart. Is that called a transgression? If you put aside the ancient times, you will kill your whole family, and if you put aside the modern times, you will fire your squid.

Also, what kind of 'other departments of people are vegetarian meals' and so on. I thought about it before I said it. Even if that's the truth, it shouldn't be up to you to tell it, isn't that the same as saying that the leader is a fool and a blind man? Do you want to do it? ”

Feng Bujue's attitude was extremely arrogant, "Finally, I will give you some friendly tips." When you just came over, I smelled the smell of designer perfume. It's like saying to your colleagues – 'Get out of here'. If you don't want to be the target of cold violence in the workplace, I advise you to be approachable in the future, dress casually, use cheap perfume, and drive a frustrated car when you go to work. The most important ...... Don't make a small report behind your back. ”

An Yueqin listened to Feng Bujue's words, her expression changed several times during the period, and the momentum when she entered the house was long gone, at this moment she looked like an intern, listening to the master talk about life.

"You're done?" An Yueqin didn't speak until a long time later, and her demeanor was quite complicated at this time, as if she wanted to get angry, but she revealed a little grievance.

"Almost...... Don't be angry, you made me look at you like a general editor. Feng said unconsciously: "If you change your mind now and want me to treat you as a young lady, I can completely understand it." ”

An Yueqin ignored him this time and began to get down to business: "Since May, the magazine has been changed to a semi-monthly magazine, the number of pages has doubled, and the number of advertisements has decreased. Therefore, all the contracted authors, including you, who are serializing, have to add 30% more content every month, and they must be ......" she said word by word: "Press! Time! Deliver! Draft! ”

Feng Bujue swallowed his saliva, his face turned pale in an instant, these four words were simply a life-urging talisman for him.

When An Yueqin said this, she stood up: "Your manuscript proofreading is very good, and the story is also very popular, your only problem is two words - out of draft." However, from this month onwards, please strictly follow the delivery date on the contract. So saying, she went to the door and reached for it.

Feng Bujue ran over, and knelt down with a snap, "Miss!" Let's discuss again! There's something to say! Villain, I ......"

An Yueqin had already stepped out of the door at this time, looking at Brother Jue's undisciplined cheap kneeling, her mood was inexplicably better again, and she wanted to laugh a little, but she still tried her best to keep her face tight, and said seriously: "I will come again on May 15th, please prepare the manuscript for June at that time, and contact me by email if you have something in the future, and the email address has not changed." She hesitated, but finally said, "Hmm...... Thank you...... Good bye. Then he turned and left.

(To be continued)