When he went to work again, Nie Congcong took the advertiser list of Beauty Magazine for the past three years from Song Zhesen, and checked it all over whether it was paid or free at the beginning. She also asked for the amount owed by advertisers and publishers and the customer list for the past three years from the finance department. Communicate with customers one by one. There are nearly 2 million arrears that seem to have become dead debts, and more than 1 million have been returned with Nie Congcong's various efforts.

When the first payment arrived, Song Zhesen was taken aback and asked in surprise, Editor-in-Chief Nie, you are so amazing, we have to go through these accounts countless times, and we have not received any money, and now you are still asking for 600,000 yuan. Nie Congcong said lightly, there is no money, we only have a dead end, and now there are still 550,000 yuan to come back, but I calculated, we have paid the fees owed to the printing factory and some other partners in the early stage, and there is not much left in total, which is basically our expenses for two or three months. As far as the previous funds are concerned, this is all my ability, and the rest is to develop new customers quickly. Mr. Song, let's both work hard, for the magazine, let's do our best and listen to the destiny of God. Hearing Nie Congcong say such words, Song Zhesen's eyes turned red with emotion, and he said to Nie Congcong, Editor-in-Chief Nie, don't worry, I will do my best, after all, there are more than 10 million of my own......

Having said that, Song Zhesen knew that he was really tired, so tired that he didn't want to do anything anymore. Although Nie Congcong has done his best, many times he has worked a lot harder than him...... If Nie Congcong had come over earlier, the result might have been different. However, there are no ifs in this world, only results, and there has never been regret that the medicine can be sold, maybe this is the will of God, my own destiny.

The days are getting longer and longer, and the temperature is getting higher and higher day by day, Nie Congcong found that Song Zhesen is also becoming more and more irritable day by day, and many times, when she passes by the door of his office, she can smell the smell of smoke wafting out of the crack in the door. Occasionally, Nie Congcong will kindly remind him that if you smoke less, your career is important, and your life is more important. However, Song Zhesen's cigarettes are getting more and more. In private, Nie Congcong heard from the grapevine that Song Zhesen and his wife divorced, not only took away all the money in the family, but also took away the children, so he left the house where Song Zhesen lives now, and the house has been mortgaged by Song Zhesen to the bank, and the mortgaged money has long been used up by the magazine in the process of operation. Now Song Zhesen's few salaries, not only have to repay the bank loan every month, but also pay for the hospital expenses for his sick mother, and his life is miserable.

On this day, Nie Congcong finished reading the proofing of the sixth issue of the magazine, signed it as it was printed, and prepared to go home. It was already half past ten at night, she heard that there was still someone talking in Song Zhesen's office, she sighed, knocked on the door of his office, he was the only one in the room, holding the phone in his hand, it seemed that he was talking just now, and her knock on the door made him just hang up the phone.

Nie Congcong smiled at Song Zhesen, Mr. Song, it's not early, let's go together, I invite you to have supper, there is a small black barbecue restaurant over there in Mingdemen, the crayfish and all kinds of skewers are very delicious, and now is the most lively time. After coming here for almost a month, Nie Congcong rarely said anything unrelated to his work. Since she invited us to have a supper so late, she must talk to him. Thinking of this, Song Zhesen happily agreed.

The company is not far from the Xiaohei barbecue restaurant, and it is only a fifteen-minute walk. Passing through a row of night market food stalls full of small shops, the two were speechless all the way. It's still early spring, green shoots have just emerged on the branches, and there is still a feeling of spring cold on the road. Nie Congcong behaved very indifferently, although she didn't wear much, but she didn't have the squeamishness of a young girl at all.

Entering the Xiaohei barbecue restaurant, Nie Congcong was not polite, he ordered a bunch of them, and then smiled at Song Zhemu, Mr. Song, I won't be polite to you, I ordered a lot, and they must all be your favorites. After that, he ordered five more beers. Song Zhesen asked puzzledly, Editor-in-Chief Nie, are you going to get drunk or not? Nie Congcong laughed, very charlatan, not at all like the female editor-in-chief who is not smiling.

Boiled edamame and peanuts were brought up, Nie Congcong poured beer for both of them, and raised his glass to Song Zhesen with a smile, Mr. Song, let's have a drink, I haven't eaten with you for so long. I've always been grateful for your recognition of me, and of course, I've done my best to live up to you...... Cheers to our thousands of miles of encounters and soulmates. After speaking, without waiting for Song Zhesen to speak, he raised his head and drank a large glass of beer.

Song Zhesen asked Nie Congcong in confusion, Editor-in-Chief Nie, what happened? What do you want to say to me? Nie Congcong said, I won't say if you don't drink. Song Zhesen looked at Nie Congcong's serious appearance, and he also drank it all in one go, without a little pause in between. Then he spoke, now you can say it, Editor-in-Chief Nie, I have always been timid, if you have something to say, just say it, don't be polite to me.

Nie Congcong's eyes suddenly turned red, and he said to Song Zhesen, Mr. Song, I have heard about you, let's stop here, right? Magazines don't do it anymore. I have signed the proofing of the sixth issue of the magazine, if you are willing to stop, we will treat it as the last issue, in order to give an explanation to the press and publication, we will print 1,000 copies, less than 10,000 yuan to understand this matter.

Song Zhesen looked at Nie Congcong in a daze, Editor-in-Chief Nie, why did you suddenly raise this question, suddenly attacked, this is not like your style! Nie Congcong looked at him silently, but his face was full of tears......

Song Zhesen asked carefully, what have you heard? My family affairs, but, these don't matter, this ending is sooner or later, you don't have to be sad, I haven't thought about stopping yet. Nie Congcong took another sip of wine and said, but, I want to stop, Mr. Song, there is no point in us persisting any longer, the money I can get back has already arrived.

Nie Congcong hesitated for a moment and then said, I roughly calculated, this month's salary plus one month's compensation, counting the remuneration and printing fees for 3 to 6 periods, it will be enough to need about 218,000 yuan, and after deducting these money, the company's account will have about more than 500,000 yuan...... I'll do the work on the staff side, you don't have to worry about anything else, I just hope you don't lose your life because of this magazine...... Song Zhesen's tears flowed down instantly at that moment, and he said repeatedly, thank you, Editor-in-Chief Nie! Take a look at the latest chapters of "Miss Cake Claw Book House" and read it for free for the first time.