At half past one in the afternoon, Ye Qingqing and Wei Jian went upstairs together and arrived in front of the conference room of the Literature and Art Society.

Because the entire building is owned by the group, the offices of each publishing house are located in a similar direction, including the conference room.

But their arrangement is very different, and the economic strength can be seen almost at a glance. It's not that the facilities of the art club are luxurious, but that the things they display are all dry goods, from awards and trophies to book results, almost all of them are new, all of which show one meaning, they are very busy.

Unlike the Zhengxing downstairs, the display cabinet is sparse, but it has shown all the achievements of more than ten years.

It's also very sad.

Everyone is known as a brother society, and there is a lot of contact with each other, Wei Jian is more familiar than Ye Qingqing, and there is no need to entertain after coming, the two of them are familiar with each other, and they will go to the conference room first and wait.

The conference room has been arranged, tea and fruit are readily available, Wei Jian is holding a mobile phone and a notebook in his hands, and he is sitting with some thoughts, but Ye Qingqing is looking at the achievements of the Literature and Art Society in the past two years in front of the display cabinet with great interest, and he is very amazed.

About ten minutes after half past one, there was finally a commotion outside. Ye Qingqing and Wei Jian glanced at each other, walked out together, and bumped into the editor of the Literary and Art Club and Tang Ye and his party in two steps, surrounded by an old man who was over the age of old, with white hair, medium stature, and a slightly fat belly, but he looked energetic, and his eyes were full of wrinkles, and he was a very sharp kind of person at first glance.

Captain Yan!

If he hadn't known that he would come, Ye Qingqing really wouldn't have been able to tell that it was him from this old Rao's appearance, but if he looked closely at this time, he was vaguely in the past, and I don't know if it was because of psychological hints.

Especially when she had just met young Captain Yan "not so long ago".

Ye Qingqing glanced at it twice and forced himself not to look at it anymore, standing beside Wei Jian obediently, sighing alone that the years are urging people to grow old, and time kills pigs.

Tang Ye stood beside Captain Yan, and looked at her without avoiding his eyes in the crowd.

Ye Qingqing felt it, looked up at him, blinked innocently, didn't know what he wanted to do, and looked again, but saw Editor Zhu next to her looking at her with a smile, his eyes were very ambiguous.

So they all know?

But what do they need to know?

Tang Ye, is this going to be announced!?

She couldn't laugh or cry, gave a helpless look, and stood aside. saw Tang Ye pointing at her and said to Captain Yan: "Captain Yan, this is my one, the editor who recommended my father's book at the beginning, Ye Qingqing." ”

Captain Yan squinted at Ye Qingqing, and there was a smile on his serious face: "It's good, the girl is quite upright." He nodded to Tang Ye, "There is vision." ”

Ahhh So Captain Yan also knew?!

What are you doing, when this kind of seriousness, don't sprinkle dog food anymore, okay! This behavior looks like you Tang Ye should have done! Live like an old bachelor who has been single for 50 years!

Ye Qingqing's mentality collapsed, and she felt that this scene was prepared for Wei Jian at this time, it was completely her Shura field, okay!

"Let's go in first." A middle-aged teacher next to Editor Zhu said, he was slightly chubby and looked quite amiable, but he knew that it was not the same thing at all, he first welcomed Captain Yan and Tang Ye in, and then nodded to Wei Jian, "Director Wei, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Director Jiang." Teacher Wei also replied, it seems that it is Zhu Jun's "teacher", the director of the book publishing department of the Literature and Art Society.

The group has always entered the conference room, in addition to a few main people, there are also some editors of the art club, there are all kinds of tea and snacks, everyone sat in a circle, Director Jiang said: "It's an honor to invite Captain Yan today, he has been retired for many years, but his prestige in the police world is still there, and he was mentioned in a topic I contacted before, a very powerful old police officer." ”

Captain Yan sat upright, holding the tea in his hand, listening quietly, his eyes slightly closed, not moving like a mountain.

"This time it was also an accident, we received the topic of twilight, this book has great potential, as long as it is well promoted, there is a great possibility of incubation. So we dug deep into the background of the story, and unexpectedly found that the story actually had a real story as the background, so we entrusted the author's son, Mr. Tang Ye, to invite Captain Yan, who came into contact with this case, to ask him to tell the story inside and outside. I hope this meeting can give you more ideas for publicity and adaptation. ”

The people around nodded their heads when they listened, especially the editors, who were all in good spirits.

Although art is based on life, there are not many topics based on real stories that book editors can receive in their lifetime, especially in such a situation where everyone is eager to try.

Probably only Wei Jian was the only one who looked bad, and it was also the greatest pleasure for Ye Qingqing to sit here, she peeked at Wei Jian while sending messages to Tang Ye.

Ye Qingqing: [Why are you doing our business everywhere! ] 】

Tang Ye: [If you don't hide it, it's easy to come out.] 】

Ye Qingqing: [How is it possible, are you Xiu'er?!] 】

Tang Ye: [Why don't some shows show off. 】

The two of them were having an unnutritious conversation here, and Captain Yan had already started slowly: "I, in fact, am not the person who has come into contact with this case. ”

Everyone listened with bated breath, and no one interjected.

"I'm the one who took the case."

"......" Everyone exchanged glances, and everyone present knew that this was about an unjust case, and as a result, the police of the unjust case came out to show up for the law, what a stumbling hole this is.

Forty years is not really a flick of a finger, how many girls have become wives, how many teenagers have bald, although the song sings "We sit on the high pile of grain and listen to my mother tell me about the past", but how many opportunities can we sit together like this and listen to the story of a gray-haired policeman who uncovers the dust for forty years?

The heavy time seemed to suddenly weigh on all the Rao in the conference room, making them all solemn expressions.

"I've been thinking about this for forty years...... Captain Yan's voice was low and hoarse, but calm and powerful, "so in the past forty years, I haven't had a good night's sleep." ”