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"yes, because they don't have a damn profit and don't have the direct effects that the bastards love the most." Lindebyer said this to himself in a voice that no one could hear, and at the same time frowned, and asked in a gradually lengthened tone: "Okay, well, I admit I can't think of it." Dear Mr. Grace/Akehays, I think I need your advice. ”

"It's easy."

Grace nodded lightly and said in a tone that was clearly inclined to prompt: "Dear Mr. Lindbyer, it seems to you that you and your editors have done their best to get Supernatural Legends out of trouble in the past three months? ”

"Yes, we are all worthy of our salaries." Perhaps because he had already been stimulated too much today, Lindebyer replied in a rather calm tone, without any insult that could easily arise from being questioned about his work.

However, Lindebyer had just shown his patience, but Grace did not mean to stop in moderation: "Are you sure? ”

"Yes, I'm absolutely sure!"

"Well, in that case, I'm left with one last very simple question: Dear Mr. Editor-in-Chief, in your opinion, in order to solve the current problems that Supernatural Legends is facing, is it really to select better manuscripts, discover more potential authors, or find more valuable damn topics?"

"Mr. Grace/Ackhays, may I consider that Mr. Castle Publishing Group's most respectable general manager, is doubting my professionalism at this time?"

"Yes."

Suddenly such a serious accusation came from the direction of Grace, Lindebyer could not believe his ears, and immediately closed his mouth vigorously, and for a moment could not think of any words of answer.

For this reason, for a short moment, Mr. Grace/Mr. Axhays's office fell silent again, and the two gentlemen sat upright at each other's black desks, silent, only casting their own sharp gaze on each other's faces that were absolutely as serious as their own.

I don't know how much time has passed, but Lindebyer feels that his neck is gradually starting to sore a little.

Soon, the editor-in-chief, who had just entered middle age, suddenly found that when the anger in his heart began to gradually begin to subside, the half-dead old man opposite remained still and remained motionless, and even his eyelids and eyebrows did not tremble for half a minute. ---- the firmness in the gentleman's eyes showed that the rulers of the castle group were even willing to become an iceberg in the Arctic, or a diamond buried deep in the ground, and remained in an angry posture until the end of the world's destruction.

Wait, the world is destroyed?

The devil underground? Demons of the abyss?

As if a hundred thick lightning bolts flashed through his mind at the same time, Lindebyer stood up awkwardly: "I'm sorry, dear Mr. Grace/Akehays, please forgive me for the offense just now. I think I found the answer to the question, and I found the direction that the editorial office didn't quite try. ”

This sentence immediately relieved Grace's annoyed expression, "Tell me quickly, the answer you found is at least half an hour late." ”

"I'm sorry."

Linde Baier apologized again, his left hand unconsciously tapping lightly on the top of the black desk, and his right hand unconsciously clenched into a fist: "Dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, or you are right, to solve the current problems of Supernatural Legends, we do have a very smooth shortcut, and we don't need to look around for a detour at all. ”

"Please continue."

"This shortcut is the quietly disappearing bastard, the author of 'The Cage of Skyrim', the damned 'Archon'!"

Lindbyer wondered why it took him so long to come up with the real answer.

In fact, for three months, or even longer, the damned word "consul" has been used countless times in Lindebyer's nightmares.

Perhaps it is for this reason, or perhaps for some more special reason, that for the same three months, as long as the situation allows, as long as the eyes are not closed, the body is not relaxed, and the head remains normal and awake, Lindebyer will force his head to bury this incomparably familiar name in the deepest part of his consciousness, and try not to make any noise.

"Yes, dear Mr. Lindbyer."

Hearing such a long list of pronouns, Grace finally let out a long breath of force, "And then?" The answer to the question turned into another one, and the bastards on the board weren't satisfied. ”

"Yes, it's also a very difficult question."

Lindebyer let out a short sigh, "Everyone knows that if we find the damned 'Archon', we may be able to solve all the problems in no time." However, my editors and I have tried almost every possible means to find the crypt where this guy hibernates. ”

"'Almost'?" Keen to capture this point, Mr. Grace/Akhays immediately frowned slightly: "Dear Mr. Lindbyer, you say 'almost'?" I have to suggest that you say it differently, preferably in another way, which is not a word that board jerks might like to hear. ”

"What are we supposed to do? After all, in order for human beings to be fearful at all times, God did not make everyone as omnipotent as he was. ”

"No, no, the bastards of the Board will tell you: the task of finding His Excellency the 'Consul' only requires money, not even one-ten-thousandth of God's power."

"Oh! Banknotes! Your dear Excellency, you must know that in order to get the damned 'Archon' to pop out of the crypt, we have laid out bait that would pay twenty stars and stripes for even any punctuation mark. ”

"Maybe it could be higher."

"Higher? Thirty, forty, or fifty? Maybe you're going to switch to paying by the number of letters? ”

"I think so, if that's what Mr. 'Archon' wants."

Grace replied without hesitation.

"Oh God!"

Lindebyer involuntarily raised his head and looked into the air. This sudden gesture, combined with the affectionate tone of the gentleman's shout, would have made it seem to all those who had descended from the Almighty God to the earth, and was using his omnipotent power to sit comfortably under the ceiling in a way beyond the comprehension of the world.

"Calm down, dear Mr. Lindbyer, it's only fifty stars."

"It's just fifty stars!"

Mr. Lindbyer cried out, "Dear Mr. Grace, I thought I needed not remind you of the astonishing length of Mr. Archon's bullshit manuscript!" ”

"Yes, I think I understand."

Without thinking for a moment about the dozen or so manuscripts he had read many times late at night, Grace was quick to add: "And impressive. ”

"No, you don't understand! You don't understand at all! ”

Linde Baier waved his hands, and the continuous stimulation had made this serious gentleman completely lose his former calm and reserved, "Think about it! Dear Mr. President, just take a little time to think about "The Cage of Skyrim"! You will soon understand, and know very well, that, according to the damned habit of Your Excellency the 'Consul', ten thousand words, that is to say, the price of half a million Star-Spangled Dollars, can only make this concise gentleman roughly describe the shape of the toilet! If you're wondering what the toilet really looks like, I'm sorry, dear sir, and you'll have to pay an extra million in cash! ”

"So what?"

Grace/Akhes spread her hands out, no nervousness or worry on her face.

"So what? What else? ”

At this moment, Mr. Lindbyer's expression clearly indicated that one of the two gentlemen standing in the room must have a serious mental disorder: "Dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, wake up! Don't you understand? If such a thing happens, Your Excellency the Archon will only have to close his eyes and finish writing the road in front of his house, and the Castle Publishing Group will be homeless, and the thirty-seventh floor of the Fetted Mansion will have a new owner! ”

"Dear Mr. Lindbyer, I have to say that your loyalty to the group can move even any stone."

A smile slowly appeared on Grace's face, "But there's no need to worry about such a thing. Whether His Excellency 'Archon' liked the toilet, or the toilet, or the kitchen, if the venerable gentleman was willing to talk to our loveliest readers about whatever he liked to describe through Supernatural Tales, it was only then that even if all the other businesses of the Castle Publishing Group were to go out of business, there would not be any predicament worth going to work early, but slowly, gradually, but unstopably, to take over the beautiful Fetted Mansion completely. ”

God, save poor Grace, what kind of wizard has such amazing ability to make this poor gentleman have such a ridiculous idea?

"Oh, dear Mr. Lindebyer, don't stare at me with such an expression, I am not mad, I am not sick, and I am not under any witchcraft." (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.) )