With a sense of relief, the walked into the Xianxia editorial office. He looked at the gloomy editors, and he joked with a rare smile, "Guess what? Let's worry in vain. ”

But what responded to his rare humor was the silence of the entire editorial office. He sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and then swept around and found that there was no figure of the editor-in-chief Wang Jingya. He sensed something wasn't right.

"What's going on?" the asked loudly. Almost all the editors on it bowed their heads and did not respond to him. Even the Son of Heaven, who has always been-for-tat with him, chose to be silent.

The vaguely knew something and was about to run directly to the editor-in-chief's office, but the Son of Heaven stood up rarely, pulled him, and hinted that he should not go.

"What the hell is going on?" Seeing the Son of Heaven, the pulled down his face rarely, and for the first time there was a pleading tone in his tone.

It was the first time that the Son of Heaven had seen a like this, he looked around at the editors who were looking down and pretending to be busy, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "This matter has been decided by the above, don't get involved." Then he sighed, "Little editors like us, don't get involved." ”

After the Son of Heaven said this, regardless of whether the understood it or not, he chose to turn around and leave, but there was a trace of anger in his eyes.

The looked at the Son of Heaven with complicated eyes, he didn't listen to the Son of Heaven's advice, he walked towards the editor-in-chief's office with a gloomy face and heavy steps.

When I arrived, at the door of the editor-in-chief's office, it could be seen from the transparent glass window that there were already seven divisional editors-in-chief in the editor-in-chief's office, and the entire editor-in-chief's office was filled with smoke. Through the smoke, several angry faces could be faintly observed. They were arguing loudly about something, but unfortunately the editor-in-chief's office was so well soundproofed that they couldn't be heard outside.

The hesitated, he didn't knock on the door, but pushed open the door of the editor-in-chief's office.

He choked on the second-hand smoke and coughed.

The whole office is abruptly stopped by the appearance of a, and the fierce quarrel becomes like a freeze-frame photo.

After seeing that the person who came was a, a fat man said with dissatisfaction, "Who let you in?" ”

The looked at the fat man who spoke, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Why can't I come in?" the asked the fat man in front of him.

The fat man looks like Maitreya Buddha and is likable. But his tone feels condescending and tiresome. This fat man is the editor-in-chief of the fantasy area, and his status as the editor-in-chief of the xx web novel section is only lower than that of the Xianxia area.

"Forget it, don't worry about it, anyway, he's the editor in charge of the pen, and he's been in charge of the pen for seven years, and he has the right to know. A tall and thin man sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere and hurriedly came out to play a round.

The was not in the mood to argue at this time, and explained to them, "I just called with Tired Pen, and he didn't sign Lewen's contract, and the post on the Internet is pure slander." Then the saw that the editor-in-chief present did not react, so he hurriedly added, "I am tired of writing, but we are our old writers, and we are also the best writers on our website, don't misunderstand because of this, and make it bad for both parties." ”

"I know what you mean. Wang Jingya, who had been covering her nose because of the smoke in the office, said. She looked at the anxiously, as if she saw something funny, and said with a smile, "Even if it's fake, what if it's real?"

"Fake, this is true!" the looked at Wang Jingya with a smile and didn't know why, a nameless fire surged into his heart, and said angrily.

"This incident has caused damage to the reputation of the website. What we can do is reduce the damage, and dealing with it from the victim's point of view is the best way. The editor-in-chief, who had been sitting in an office chair without speaking, said.

"Then I'm going to call and write on Weibo to deny it, saying that these things are fabricated. He looked at the editor-in-chief as if he were grasping at the last straw, and the editor-in-chief in front of him had always been an example of the in his heart.

"It's not that simple. The editor-in-chief looked at the meaningfully. "Even if it's fake, we want him to be real. ”

"Huh, what are you talking about?" the didn't react.

"Haven't you noticed that the novels that are tired of writing are going downhill again? Writing such a thing as Xianxia online articles still depends on age. Wang Jingya looked at the puzzled, so she grabbed the conversation and explained, "Haven't you noticed that the age group of watching Xianxia has changed now? ”

"I have to admit that I am one of the best writers on this site, but his books are outdated, and today's young readers like to read pretending to be X slap in the face, like to read some gold fingers, and like to read light-hearted and funny. And all books are serious and rigorous, which does not conform to the concept of young readers nowadays. Wang Jingya took out a stack of data reports from the bag next to her and handed them to the.

"Look at the data of the books that are tired of writing, and his new books, are all paid for by old readers in the past. Although the subscription and monthly pass recommendation tickets are the first in the category list as before, they have been bitten to death by several books. He is already 45 years old, and neither updates nor ideas are as good as before. ”

The took the data report and didn't look at it, he understood what they meant. He just sneered.

"There are too many resources that are tired of eating, and the potential novice resources have been eaten by him. Don't forget, our site is mainly for new writers. The elderly should create opportunities for the newcomers and support the newcomers. Wang Jingya said.

"Then you mean to unload the mill and kill the donkey?" said the directly. The whole office became very quiet.

"No, no, no, we're creating opportunities for new people. Plan for the future of your site. The editor-in-chief looked at the and said, "You are also a veteran employee who has worked in this company for so many years, and you should support our decision no matter what." Maybe doing so will cost you something, and I promise to compensate you. ”

The looked in front of him, and the editor-in-chief, who he once admired very much, but now he became so strange, he smiled sadly, "In the future, if I am also old and useless, do you also want to kick me out of the company?"

"You're talking too much, we're talking about writers, and they can't be counted as employees of our company. Maitreya Buddha-like city editor-in-chief said angrily. "No wonder you have worked for so many years, and you have not been promoted to the position of editor-in-chief, your vision is too narrow!"

"No, you're wrong. The looked at the editors-in-chief in front of him and said seriously, "We all started as editors. I work hard with my own writers! I experience joys and sorrows together, I don't know when writers have begun to become a tool that you can discard or use at any time in your mouth! I am responsible for my writers, no matter what decisions you make that are not good for pen wear, I refuse to accept it, indeed, my vision is so narrow. The bowed deeply to all the editors-in-chief in the room, then turned and walked away.

"Is it useful for you to refuse to accept it?" Wang Jingya seemed to be hurt by her self-esteem, and couldn't bear to look at the editor who left in a dashing manner, and said, "You're just a little editor." Do your duty, don't meddle in things you shouldn't be in charge of, and don't rely on your qualifications to preach, it is precisely because of you old editors who rely on the old and sell the old only for the old writers that this website will continue to decline, and the CEO invited me to come to pull out the moth like you and give the website a new life. ”

The's footsteps stopped in mid-air, and he didn't immediately respond to Wang Jingya's words.

"Moths, relying on the old and selling the old, only for the sake of the old writers?" the asked himself in his heart. Then he laughed. Take the next step with force. "No, I'm an editor. He replied loudly.