In fact, in terms of eating, Tang Ye is still very easy to handle, Ye Qingqing casually chose a rice noodle shop near the company, and then began to take care of his own work.

The topic of the album of Zhang Vice Society has not yet been settled, Ye Qingqing has such a topic for the audio-visual education hall at hand, and she doesn't want to go out and pull some more topics to find herself boring, she is idle every day, just wait for Tang Ye to come to the group one day, she will invite him to eat rice noodles.

As a result, Tang Ye hadn't come yet, but the editor of the Literature and Art Society had come.

It was Teacher Li's WeChat push, saying that the editor of the Literature and Art Club wanted to talk to her about Fang Rin's book.

Hearing this, Ye Qingqing's whole person was nervous, she had the feeling that she was a parent and was being contacted by the school to talk about her child, and the child was in trouble? The child was criticized? Did your child fail an exam?

But one thing she can be sure of is that in this case, it will probably not end well.

She passed the WeChat of this editor named Zhu Jun, and Zhu Jun asked her if she was free, and if she had, she went upstairs to his office to chat.

It was all in his own group building, Ye Qingqing was so unburdened that he picked up a meeting notebook and went up, and followed Zhu Jun's guidance to find his office.

As soon as she knocked on the door, Zhu Jun greeted her, he was a young man of spirit, dark and thin, took a large stack of manuscripts and an old notebook, and led her to the side with a smile: "Let's go to the conference room, there are my colleagues inside." ”

"Oh oh okay." Ye Qingqing followed nervously, and when she looked at the notebook, she felt that Alexander, the notebook was very old, and it looked like she had written a lot of things, like she had worked for three years, and she hadn't used up a single notebook.

Seems to be a very serious person.

The two arrived at the conference room and sat down casually face to face, and Zhu Jun opened the manuscript and notebook: "I read this book, it's really good." ”

Ye Qingqing began to meditate silently in his heart, but but......

"But," he flipped through his notebook, "there are several shortcomings in this book that cannot be ignored, first of all, the author himself. ”

"Huh?"

"He doesn't have any fame, and he doesn't have any other works around him, and he comes out of nowhere, which is a big disadvantage in terms of publicity. Obviously, he couldn't be willing to borrow his son's east wind, otherwise he wouldn't have looked for you to come to us again - just find a new century or Jiuhua, it's a matter of signing a contract in minutes. ”

The two publishing houses that Zhu Jun said have been cooperating with Tang Ye frequently recently, and in order to maintain Tang Ye, a big content user, they must have published Fang Rin's books.

It's an editor who knows how to operate Fang Rin's book is the best, but he also knows that if he considers Fang Rin's dignity, he must not go that way.

Ye Qingqing was a little embarrassed: "I didn't think about this at all. She really didn't think that Fang Rin didn't have any fame and didn't promote his book much, but when she thought of Wei Jian or Mr. Wu, they didn't mention this, so it is estimated that no one in their club considered this stubble - it was really a little scary amateurish.

Zhu Jun nodded, and the pen pointed to the notebook: "Next, it's the book, in fact, I know that it's best to talk to the author, but Fang Rin's book has been on your side, I want to listen to your opinion first, by the way, you can estimate how the old man will react when he listens to it, if there is something inappropriate, you say, I can change it." ”

Damn, this editor Zhu is a little padded jacket, how can he be so careful!

Ye Qingqing nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, you say!" ”

"The book, to be honest, excludes the author's own factors, and in terms of overall quality, it belongs to the type that can be produced or not, and there is a high probability of loss."

"Huh?"