Nie Congcong walked alone on the way back to the unit, with mixed feelings in his heart and an indescribable emotion. She felt that she was peeling off little by little, like a cicada shedding its shell, a little pain, and a little happy. That happiness comes from the unknown and uncertainty of the future, and every bit is different.

The weather was very hot, there was no parasol, the exposed arms were burned hot, and Nie Congcong could feel the sweat beads on his back oozing out of his skin, which was amazing.

In this strange city, I have become a person again, but, what does it matter? Life is inherently lonely, not to mention, for her, any man will not be the end of her life's struggle, so she will not stop her steps for any man, thinking of this, she sped up her walking.

Back in the office, the air conditioning in the room was sufficient, and the moment she pushed the door open, Nie Congcong smelled a faint fragrance, and her heart immediately calmed down.

Nie Congcong boarded QQ and saw Qian Yang send her a message: Congcong, the editor of a lover magazine in Xi'an got 9,800 yuan for the editing fee last month, which is several times that of us, and I envy me to death. 9,800 yuan, which is indeed several times that of ordinary editors, and as the executive editor-in-chief of fashion magazines, Nie Congcong's salary is also 8,000 yuan. Having worked in this industry for several years, she knows that the salary of the editor-in-chief and editor of each magazine is completely calculated by looking at the magazine's distribution and advertising, especially the journal in Xi'an, which is the earliest market-oriented journal. However, the editorial income of 9,800 yuan is not only a matter of money, but a bright future for the future of the journal industry. Nie Congcong sent Qian Yang a salivating expression, and he didn't reply for a long time, so he ignored it.

She opened the Word file and began to write the column planning for the fashion magazine. Aside from the title, the framework of the journal was planned from the time she planned it, so it wasn't too difficult to write. She was writing, Zhang Xiaoqun was calling on the other side, editor-in-chief, are you busy? If you're not busy, I'd like to talk to you about magazines. Nie Congcong thought that it was also important to cultivate capable editors, so he saved the file and closed the page.

The two of them each made a cup of tea and sat down at the square table near the door with a magazine. Nie Congcong found out that just after a noon, there was not only an extra bottle of lilies on the square table, but also a beige checkered tablecloth, and even the four small rattan chairs were wiped clean. Nie Congcong asked in surprise, Xiaoqun, where did this flower and desktop come from? Zhang Xiaoqun smiled and said, I bought it, it's okay after eating at noon, I walked across the street, and I saw that this lily was quite good, thinking you would like it. Our small conference room was bare, without a sense of fashion, and it didn't match our magazine, so I bought it myself. Editor-in-chief, what do you think? Isn't our house much better? Nie Congcong smiled and said, It's really good, Xiaoqun, thank you. You fill out a slip for me to buy something, and I'll report it to you. Zhang Xiaoqun's face was pleasantly surprised, can you still report it? Editor-in-chief, that's great. Nie Congcong smiled, this is as it should be, Xiaoqun, I am very touched that you took the initiative to do this for us. The two chatted for a while and began to talk about the situation of reading the magazine today.

Watching Zhang Xiaoqun talking about the magazine, Nie Congcong's mind ran to her, she found that today's Zhang Xiaoqun's makeup was relatively light, his light brown hair was tied into a ponytail, and the white princess shirt was paired with jeans, which looked clean and simple, but had the taste of youth. Xiaoqun, do you have a boyfriend? Zhang Xiaoqun was suddenly interrupted by Nie Congcong, his expression was stunned for a moment, and he said softly, Yes, editor-in-chief, I am 26 years old, and if I don't have a boyfriend, my parents can eat me. Nie Congcong smiled, it's okay, but suddenly remembered that there is a column that you can be responsible for, so I asked by the way. Zhang Xiaoqun breathed a long sigh of relief, scared me to death, editor-in-chief, I thought I had a boyfriend and you didn't want me. Nie Congcong replied, how is this possible, I won't care about your private life, you just do a good job, and hand in a good manuscript for me every issue, which is more important than whether you have a boyfriend or not. I'll send you a document in a moment, and you can write it out and give it to me tomorrow according to the requirements of that document. As he was talking, Qian Yang pushed the door open, saw the two of them waiting, and stuck out his tongue. Alas, in a meeting, I'm leaving. She was about to close the door, Nie Congcong stopped, we are done, Qian Yang, do you have something? Qian Yang grabbed Nie Congcong, I have something, of course I have something, let's go out and talk. Nie Congcong said to Zhang Xiaoqun, then you do what I say first, I'll go out with Qian Yang, and you can call me if you have something. Nie Congcong's words didn't fall, and she was pulled away by Qian Yang with her bag.

Out of the door, Qian Yang said, Cong Cong, our people in the second half of the month are singing in Moon Bay, and they asked me to come and call you. Nie Congcong asked, don't you have to go to work? Qian Yang smiled, silly, today is Thursday, you don't have to go to work on Thursday afternoon, let's go quickly. Nie Congcong was pulled all the way to the door by Qian Yang, and he took a taxi and stuffed it in. All the way to the karaoke room. Entering the private room, Nie Congcong found that not only a few editors in the second half of the month were there, but also the two big brothers in the first half of the month. Nie Congcong is not the kind of person who knows himself, especially when he goes to an unfamiliar environment, he doesn't know what to say. Qian Yang said loudly, all continue, all continue, I will pull Cong Cong over and be happy, don't do anything. Qian Yang asked the waiter to take another cup, poured a glass of wine for Nie Congcong, and touched her with a glass regardless of whether he raised his glass, and said sincerely, Cong Cong, congratulations on meeting us. You're going to be the editor-in-chief of our fashion magazine in the future, so you have to take care of me. Nie Congcong was a little embarrassed, Qian Yang, it's not been a day or two since we met, you are so polite, can I stand it? Qian Yang laughed, hahaha, I know that you can't stand it, so I'm like you, anyway, you have to cover me in the future. I also give more pointers, so that I can write some manuscripts for fashion magazines and earn some remuneration. Nie Congcong was by Qian Yang, Zhongzhongzhong, what you say is what, when I want a manuscript, you have to get it out for me, or I'll ...... Nie Congcong made a hand-tearing expression of pretending to be vicious, and everyone laughed.

Suddenly, Nie Congcong heard a frightened sound of his mobile phone, opened his mobile phone and saw two text messages, one was sent by Qin Ge, the content was: Nie Congcong, I don't reply to my QQ when I become the editor-in-chief, hurry up and reply, 100,000 urgent!!! For this piece of information, she doesn't have to think about it to know that Qin Ge is missing a draft, and she needs to urgently supplement the draft and find her for help. The other one was sent by President Zhao, where is it? Dinner together? Nie Congcong looked at his phone and was in a daze for a while. She didn't know if the president had sent the wrong message, or if he was really asking her out, so after thinking about it, she would wait a while to reply.

Qian Yang probably saw Nie Congcong's information, and hurriedly said, Congcong, do you have something to do at night? Then I won't pull you. You hurry up and get busy. Nie Congcong felt that it was not interesting here, and the other was that both messages had to be contacted by phone, and it was not suitable to be here. Qian Yang sent Nie Congcong downstairs, took a car, gave the driver 10 yuan, and said the address before letting Nie Congcong get in the car.

After watching the car drive, Nie Congcong picked up his mobile phone to call Qin Ge, and as soon as the phone rang, Qin Ge opened his mouth and said that it was Nie Editor-in-Chief, it was really difficult to find you. Nie Congcong asked, what's wrong? Master. You are embarrassed to ask, I have been looking for you from yesterday to today, and you have not replied to a single message. Qin Ge said hatefully. Nie Congcong said apologetically, I have come to Zhengzhou. Didn't I tell you when I left the day before yesterday? Qin Ge suddenly remembered, oh oh, yes, I forgot. Hurry up and write me a 3,600-word love story, feel like a youthful and beautiful essay, and send me an email tomorrow morning before I go to work. Nie Congcong almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, master, don't you want my life, I didn't ...... Qin Ge directly interrupted her words, don't say the reason, now the circulation of our magazine is 330,000 every month, in addition to the president, he also made two other magazines, we now have five magazines, every month the president has to hold a meeting for the editors-in-chief, and there is an assessment of the editors-in-chief, so every manuscript is very critical, you can't drop the chain for me at this time. Alright, Cong Cong, I have to hurry up, I go to work tomorrow morning, I have to see your manuscript! I hung up...... Without waiting for Nie Congcong to speak, all the sound from the mobile phone was a beeping sound, and she closed the mobile phone helplessly......