"Editor-in-chief, I think this book has good potential, and I want to help him apply for a contract. In the editorial department of xx.com, the editor Tianzi excitedly came to Wang Jingya, the editor-in-chief of Xianxia, with a stack of typed data reports.

"Yo, it's rare for a discerning Son of Heaven to take the initiative to ask someone to apply for a contract. Wang Jingya looked at the Son of Heaven and laughed, "Let me see which masterpiece has entered your eyes." ”

Wang Jingya took the data report, and then flipped through it, and she flipped through it very quickly. The smile on her face froze as she flipped through it.

"This work... Well... The commercial value is a bit low..."Wang Jingya raised her head and looked at the face of the Son of Heaven and said hesitantly.

"The data in this book is okay, although his current results are average, but he writes very seriously, I think he will definitely have good commercial value and potential in the future. The Son of Heaven looked at Wang Jingya's face and felt uneasy, so he hurriedly told Wang Jingya about his reason for recommendation.

Wang Jingya looked at the Son of Heaven in front of her and fell silent, the signed work recommended by the Son of Heaven was Yang Fan's "Looking Up at the Starry Sky War", this work was cut by her personally, and gave an unbearable eight-character evaluation of nonsense.

If other editors were to sign the book, they would definitely be scolded by Wang Jingya. But it was Xianxia's oldest editor who proposed to sign the book, and she was hesitating, hesitating whether to sell the book to the Son of Heaven to sign the contract, or to politely veto the book.

"Isn't this book one of the six bad books on xx.com?" editor Xiaoxiong walked up to Wang Jingya and said in surprise when he saw the title of the data report.

The Son of Heaven saw the sudden appearance of the bear editor, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, but he hid it well.

"I can't believe that book list, it's just a list of books recommended by website readers and users for the sake of eyeballs and attention. That book alone is too utilitarian. "When the Son of Heaven mentions that book list, he is not angry in his heart, a reader, you can not dislike a work, but you don't want to slander a work, and it is still in the case that you have not finished reading it.

"Regardless of whether his book list is utilitarian or not, it has more than 30,000 followers now. After all, there are 30,000 people who approve of the data of that book list, and if you sign up for this bad book, it will be a smash of the website signboard. Xiao Xiong spoke directly with the data, and he looked directly at the Son of Heaven defiantly, with no respect in his eyes.

The Son of Heaven looked at the little fat man in front of him, and couldn't help but sneer and said, "When, I need you to teach me." Do you really think you can be on an equal footing with me with a few resources? Are you qualified?"

After the left, Xiao Xiong became the biggest winner, carving up most of the's writer resources, Xiao Xiong came to the editorial department for more than two years, and was almost fired because of his poor performance as an intern. But with the assurances and pleas of the, he reluctantly stayed. For two years, Little Bear has always been a supporter of, and the has also given him a lot of resources, and the is like a teacher who does not ask for help and support as a junior bear, but after the leaves, Little Bear is the most ugly one to divide resources.

The bear, who had carved up most of the' resources, seemed to be hardened, whether it was the tone of words or actions, the vague bear swelled up and regarded himself as the second. In the Xianxia editorial department, except for the editor-in-chief, he began to have no one in his eyes.

But in the cold eyes and straightforward words of the Son of Heaven, the editor Xiaoxiong felt a sense of oppression that he had never experienced before.

"Are you qualified enough to join our conversation?" said the Son of Heaven as he looked at the bear and said in an accentuated tone.

"I—" The little bear muttered, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at the Son of Heaven.

"Alright, alright. Wang Jingya looked at the two people in front of her and hurriedly stopped her.

"You say, sign it or not. The Son of Heaven shifted his attention to Wang Jingya, at this time he had begun to have a feeling of disgust for the entire Xianxia editorial department, the so-called editor-in-chief who cultivated newcomers but only looked at commercial value, a group of ugly editors who had no benevolence and morality, polished his good mood and patience to find a work that suited his appetite.

"Well, give this book a month, and if the book can be collected for more than 5,000, we'll sign a contract. Wang Jingya thought for a while and put forward a compromise proposal.

"If you don't want to sign it, just say it, how many rookie writers don't recommend it at all to be able to collect 5,000?" said the Son of Heaven angrily.

The entire noisy Xianxia editorial department heard the angry voice of the Son of Heaven and became quiet, and almost all the editors' eyes were focused on Wang Jingya, the Son of Heaven, and Xiao Xiong.

"If you can't do that, then the book has no value. Wang Jingya also said impatiently, "Don't forget, I'm the editor-in-chief, so it's decided." ”

"I arrive at the store at half past eight every night, take over at 9 p.m. until three o'clock in the morning, and earn ten yuan an hour, no problem, right?" said a middle-aged man with a big beer belly uncertainly to the thin figure in front of him.

"No problem, when can I go to work?" The thin figure raised his head, and the figure was Yang Fan.

"It's a tiring job, so you might as well find a regular and stable job to do. The middle-aged man said bitterly.

Yang Fan lowered his head and didn't speak, the middle-aged man looked at Yang Fan's appearance and understood something from it, he was silent for a while, and didn't continue to persuade, "Forget it, since you have decided, come to work tomorrow." Don't be late. ”

"Thank you store manager, I will definitely do a good job. Yang Fan raised his head and said gratefully.

"Well, I'm looking forward to your performance. The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Yang Fan finally chose a part-time job, when writing can not get benefits, if you still want to stick to the dream of writing, you must go out to work, whether it is a formal job, or part-time, writing, you need the support of certain economic conditions.

Yang Fan thought for a long time, if you look for a regular job, it is actually difficult to guarantee the income, most of the formal companies do it this month, and the next month will pay money, and you can't directly advance the salary. Moreover, the process of formal work is long, sometimes from the interview to the work, it takes nearly a week.

Part-time jobs are different, his working hours are free, although his salary is low, but his income can be guaranteed, basically you work for a few hours, you will be paid a few hours of wages.

Most part-time jobs are not paid well per hour, and they like to find college students to do it, because college students are stable, and they don't care about the hourly salary, they basically rush to earn some pocket money and living expenses.

Basically, people who enter the society will not look for part-time jobs, because they earn little money, and most of them can't wipe off their face, and they feel that it is too embarrassing to do this. That's why the store manager just went to persuade Yang Fan to find a job and go to work steadily.

Yang Fan raised his head and saw the signboard of the convenience store, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and finally bowed his head for life. It's just that this time it's not just for life, but also for dreams.