Jiang Ling came in high spirits and walked away in a huff. No one knows the impact of a story better than she does. A story can bind Chen Shimei and the negative man together, mentioning Dou E reminds me of the flying snow in June, and Meng Jiangnu crying on the Great Wall is not the Great Wall of Qin.

She has to take Qin's name for justice, and she can't let the black be washed white. I don't know when the new supplement that Editor-in-Chief Yang plans to create will be released, as long as it is published, she will definitely help the field.

There is no shadow of the new supplement, and a new issue of the Haixi magazine has been released quietly.

With Zhao Ruyi's efforts, Jiang Ling's "My Fair Lady" was successfully added to the inner pages of Haixi magazine. Although it is not a front page, it is also a prominent position in a newspaper issue. Zhao Ruyi's efforts for this position will not be detailed, and her publicity for "My Fair Lady" is also in place.

The newsboys who walked the streets and alleys handed the Haixi magazine to customers and spread out the newspaper, so that customers could see Jiang Ling's "My Fair Lady" at a glance. There is also a bookstore street, where all bookstore owners will recommend "My Fair Lady" to customers at the right time.

The sea tide magazine of Kankai Society is on the second floor. But I don't know if the building was built at the time, or if it was too old and the sound insulation was very poor.

Downstairs is the office of Haichao Magazine, which is so quiet that you can hear the sound of a needle on the ground. Is it so quiet because you are addicted to work and can't extricate yourself? Of course not, to better listen to the gossip upstairs!

"Zhao Ruyi, don't think that you can do whatever you want in Haixi Journal with an uncle and grandfather. A newcomer, what famous novels has she written? If the latest issue of the newspaper loses sales because of your recklessness, can you take responsibility? "You can clearly feel that the effect of a female voice with a relatively sharp voice trying to improve her voice is the effect of a fingernail scratching the table.

The people on the second floor, the first floor, those who have something to do, and those who have nothing to do are all eating melons. seems to be working hard, but behind it is a group of fishing and paddling masters.

Xie Peiling's voice is really hard to resist. Usually gentle and soft, I can't see it softly, this anger, I really wish I didn't have these ears. ”

"Not really, so don't mess with honest people. What did Zhao Ruyi do again, making Xie Peiling angry like this? ”

"I heard that the model that had been set was overturned, the article was stuffed into it, and finally the review and proofreading were completed, and the new issue of the newspaper was rushed to print, and it almost couldn't catch up with the publication time."

"Miss Zhao is really willful enough."

"Who's to say it isn't. But who made the newspaper's biggest funder was her uncle and grandfather. If I had this background, I would have been able to walk sideways in the newspaper. ”

"Just you? Still walking sideways? I'll steam you first. ”

"Shhhh

Zhao Ruyi's voice was not loud, and he could only hear it faintly: "You...... I, Zhao Ruyi, have always adhered to the public heart to do things. An article, good is good, bad is bad, there is no old author's affection to talk about in front of me Zhao Ruyi. You have also read Yiren's novels, Xie Peiling, you touched your conscience and said, the quality of this article is not worthy of the position of the inner page, I think it is also made on the front page. ”

Xie Peiling gently patted her chest twice, obviously angry with Zhao Ruyi, she was able to pretend to be a human in the front, but the original form was revealed in the back, a newcomer wanted to ascend to the sky in one step, and she Xie Peiling couldn't get by.

Xie Peiling admits that My Fair Lady is the best work she's seen in recent years. But like Zhao Ruyi, he is killing the author. She couldn't tell for a while whether Zhao Ruyi loved or hated Yiren.

The path of the female author is not easy to walk, so every step must be steady, there is only one young lin, not everyone can learn. And she doesn't know whether Youlin can survive this turmoil, and behind the seemingly calm is the heavy blow that is accumulating.

Love wants life and hates death, Zhao Ruyi is such a person who loves and hates. If she appreciates a work very much, then she will do her best to make it visible to everyone. It's like My Fair Lady.

Although Zhao Ruyi is a little willful, he is very good both as a person and as a vision. We can all produce a young Lin who is born out of thin air, and it is very reasonable for me to see Haixi publish an Yiren. ”

"Okay, if you follow Zhao Ruyi's standards, all the authors under your command will have to retire. I've read all the new issues of the newspaper, and the spirituality of their stories is really not as good as it used to be. If they don't rank according to seniority, where will they have a foothold. ”

"Cut!"

The confrontation between Zhao Ruyi and Xie Peiling was only for a short time. They quickly reached a consensus, since the wood was already in the boat, they would try their best to promote Jiang Ling.

Xie Peiling feels sorry for every author under her on an equal footing. She has also been in the rain and has to carry umbrellas for others.

At this time, a bold person on the second floor, her ears pressed against the door, trying to hear the fading voice.

Zhao Ruyi pushed open the door with one hand, and the people who were busy eavesdropping on the melons no longer exchanged their heads and ears, and worked hard one by one, how diligent and diligent they were.

And the little sister who tried to dig deeper secrets outside the door was also accidental, one did not stand firmly, and the manuscript in her hand was like a goddess scattering flowers. She first expressed her embarrassment and apologies to the two, and then began to pick up the manuscript.

"You go first. Print a thousand more copies, and the sixth sense tells me that Yiren's novel will explode. Zhao Ruyi squatted down and helped others pick up manuscripts.

At this time, the little sister who ate melons at the scene had a sparkling eye. She picked up manuscripts at the speed of an elderly person, which was in stark contrast to Zhao Ruyi's nimble hands and feet. Zhao Ruyi picked up the manuscript and handed it to her little sister, who glanced at Zhao Ruyi with a regretful look.

The little sister took the manuscript handed to her by Zhao Ruyi with a crying smile: "Thank you." ”

"Burst burst explosion, do you think it's gunpowder?" Xie Peiling said impatiently.

"I think it's fireworks, gorgeous and beautiful." Zhao Ruyi continued to exchange words with Xie Peiling.

"Yes, it's fleeting, and it withers after it's beautiful." The wood is already in the boat, and even if she gets angry, she can't get back the newspaper that has been printed. It can only be verbally imposing.

"Bottom, what kind of fake kung fu. are all attentive, so half-heartedly, maybe the next young Lin will be missed by you. "Xie Peiling and Yang Bin are all at the same level, and what she says is also effective. They reluctantly started an ugly day of work.

At this time, Zheng Zhuyi, who was far away in Pingbo Mansion, received a reply from Jiang Ling. Jiang Ling's characters have been practiced, and there has been little progress. Not ugly but rigid. However, it may be that a filter has been added to the eyes of fans, and Zheng Zhuyi cried that Jiang Ling's words are so delicate and extraordinary.