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"Oh, no. I'm sorry, dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, but of course you know that I don't have any suspicions against you. ”

"Yes, yes. Dear Mr. Lindbyer, you are not offended, and just as I am not joking. ”

Grace straightened up her torso and slowly leaned back in the soft chair behind her, "Let's talk, Mr. Dear Editor-in-Chief, what do you think of my office?" ”

"Your office?"

"Yes, you heard it right, it's my office. Come on, let's talk about it, it's not more difficult than sales or market share, and it won't waste much of your precious time. ”

"Mr. Grace, I thought I had made it clear that I did not think that I lacked time, and would definitely think very carefully about how to answer questions about sales, you ......."

"Tell me, what's going on in my lovely office?"

Lindebyer stopped talking, and it was at least five seconds before the middle-aged man who was staring at the other side finally looked away slightly, moving it from a head that should burst immediately to a vase next to it, and then to a bookcase in the corner: "Well, your office is nice, very spacious. ”

"Where's the lighting?"

"It's nice and bright, too."

"Where's the chair?"

"It's soft and it's warm."

"What about the desk? What about air? What about plants? What about my little goldfish? ”

"Very good, very good, all good! Dear Mr. Lindbyer, your little goldfish are the best lads! ”

"Are you sure they're all good?"

"Yes, I am convinced of that! Dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, Your office has always been a faithful display of your utmost elegance. ”

"yes, you're well aware of that, too."

In a tone that seemed to sigh deeply, Grace/Ackhays spoke very slowly for the first half of the sentence, and then, after a pause of about two or three seconds, the gentleman stopped shaking his head equally slowly, and put on another expression of bewilderment, and another voice that expressed incomprehension: "In that case, dear Mr. Lindbyer, what are you waiting for?" ”

"What?"

"What are you waiting for?"

What do you mean? Dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, I don't really understand......"

"Oh! Oh! Dear Mr. Lindebyer, now you say you don't understand! ”

Grace straightened up, "I mean, the guy in front of you, the owner of this office, the general manager of the Castle Publishing Group, the half-dead old man, Mr. Grace/Akehays, would like to tell you very sincerely: since the office in front of you is very spacious, the lighting is very bright, the chairs are very soft, and the various designs and decorations reflect extremely elegant and unique taste, why don't you want to cherish such a good place?" Why do you have to go to a hearing room, where the rooms are cramped, the lights are dim, the tables and chairs are cold, and the hosts are more demanding and stubborn, to think carefully, well, slowly about the questions you have to answer? ”

As if a huge axe had struck his brain, Lindebyer's face was covered with a dumbfounded expression, and at the same time, just across from this gentleman, Grace/Ackhays's face was already full of seriousness, without the slightest gentleness, let alone any smile.

"Why has the sales of Supernatural Magazine been declining again and again for three months?"

After waiting for at least ten seconds, Grace/Ackhays finally stopped staring at Lindebyer's face and finally broke the silence again: "On this question, dear Mr. Lindebyer, would you like to think about it?" Right here, just take advantage of the time now. ”

"Yes, I think I do." Bowing his head slightly, Lindebyer hid part of his expression, and after about half a minute, he slowly lifted it up again: "In the past three months, the sales of the group's science fiction magazines have repeatedly decreased, and a large part of the reason is that "The Cage of Skyrim" has ended, and there is no longer a hot spot sought after by many readers. ”

"Dear Mr. Lindbyer! That's the answer you've wasted at least thirty seconds? ”

Grace/Akehays finally showed an impatient expression, "Just find the most remote highway and ask!" Dear Mr. Editor-in-Chief, there is no one in the entire Stars and Stripes Nation who does not know this reason, and what kind of role do you intend it to play? ”

Under such interrogation, even if Lindebair's cultivation was doubled, he probably couldn't avoid the obvious embarrassment on his face as at this time.

However, the gentleman took a deep breath and added: "Of course, the magazine has not been able to get out of the predicament of declining sales, and since Supernatural Legends has no news about the 'Archon', there is no author who can replace Mr. 'Archon'. ”

"Substitution? Dear Mr. Linde Baier, you say substitution? You even say 'substitution'! ”

Grace's hair almost stood on end, "The whole world knows that even if you search this aqua blue planet, you will never try to find an author who can reach the level of 'Archon'!" ”

"No, not half of it!"

Grace was quick to correct his statement: "From reading the first story, to entering the publishing industry, and serving the castle group for another thirty-eight years, the old man in front of you, who is more than half dead, has not even seen an author who can reach the level of the Archon is now a quarter!" ”

"Yes, it's a quarter! You heard it right! ”

At this point, Mr. Grace, who had been in the service of the Castle Group for thirty-eight years, stood up and raised his voice a little more: "Dear Mr. Lindebyer, in order that you will no longer be tormented by the damned old man, and that the damned old man may rest a little, give up your answers that do not help you, and think carefully how you should answer the questions that you will definitely encounter!" ”

"But, dear Mr. Grace, this is the most correct answer to the question!"

"No, no, no, dear Mr. Lindbyer."

Grace stretched out a finger and swung it back and forth, a meaningful gesture that indicated that the relatively young Mr. Editor on the other side hadn't even touched the edge of the problem: "You may not understand that for the damn bastards of the board, answers that don't bring in profit or don't have a direct effect on solving problems don't mean anything at all, let alone have such a luxury as whether or not they are 'right'!" ”

You are part of the Board of Directors!

As soon as this slander in Lindebyer's heart ended, Mr. Grace on the other side continued to roar in a voice that could almost penetrate the soundproofing of the office: "That is to say, dear Mr. Lindebyer, as a damn bastard on the board, the old guy in front of you can tell you very clearly that if you can only find these 'correct' answers by then, your Supernatural Tales will soon get a fate that will definitely not deserve applause." ”

"What!"

Lindbyer also raised his voice, almost to the level of a roar: "Dear Mr. Grace, I think you must remember that because of the serialization of "The Cage of Skyrim", "Supernatural Legends" attracted a large number of new readers some time ago, and also attracted a considerable number of famous authors. With this steady and effective support, although the magazine's sales have been declining for three months, Supernatural Legends now has sales at least ten times higher than the same period last year! How can such an achievement be treated unfairly? ”

"Unfair? There is no unfairness, dear Mr. Linde Baier, and I think you may have been a little misunderstood, and I have to tell you that the board is only bastards, and no fools; Your magazine will only get preferential treatment, and it will never be unfair. ”

"Come on!"

The object of his affection, the goal he had been fighting for for more than a decade was seriously threatened, and Lindebair's tone had deprived his boss of the respect he deserved: "Dear Mr. Grace/Akhays! Think about it! Ten seconds is not a long time even for an old man, and you should remember the sentences you said before that. ”

"What did I say? Did I ever say anything? ”

"Yes, yes, you said a lot, and most importantly, you said that Supernatural Legends will soon get a fall that definitely won't deserve applause."

"It is not my credit, dear Mr. Lindbyer, that if you want it to happen, you have to ask yourself to make an answer that will never satisfy the board."

"Mr. Grace/Akehays!"

"Wait, wait! Young man, take it easy, sit down first, sit down first. Alright, well, please sit down first! Yes, just sit down slowly. ”

Glace slowly sat down with his eyes wide open, staring at Lindebyer, who had stood up suddenly two seconds earlier, and Grace exhaled and changed to a more gentle tone: "Dear Mr. Lindebyer, don't be too excited, your assistant girl is indeed very cute. However, it was not for you to come and quarrel with me. ”

"I'm sorry, honorable Mr. Grace/Akehays." Thinking that his hope would have to be helped by the old man opposite, Lindebyer regained his composure quickly.

"No need to apologize, dear Mr. Lindbyer." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )