Yuchuan Road, in the hotel box near the headquarters of Shangdu Morning Post.

Compared with the gloomy clouds of Boyi, this side can be described as very lively.

In the hearty wine, Zou Xilin, the editor-in-chief of the polite "Shangdu Morning Post", sang a piece of "The Beauty Case" in a sonorous tone, which won the applause of the people around him. Zhang Qunli, who was sitting next to Zou Xilin, also took the initiative to get up: "Everyone, come on, let's respect the old Zou again, I wish the morning newspaper is getting better and better, and the sales volume will exceed one million as soon as possible." ”

The crowd responded.

"Okay."

"Editor-in-chief, respect."

"Break through one million as soon as possible."

“……”

In the face of the general compliments, Zou Xilin, who was full of red face, also got up, drank a drink with everyone, sat down again, and then smiled and said to Zhang Qunli on the side: "How dare you think of millions, the sales volume of our provincial daily newspaper is only more than 500,000." ”

"Lao Zou, it's not right for you to think so," Zhang Qunli picked up the Moutai on the table, took the initiative to refill the wine for Zou Xilin, and continued: "Who said that the morning newspaper can't exceed the daily newspaper, if you want me to read it, it's easier to surpass, after all, the daily newspaper is subject to many constraints, and the morning newspaper can only be written, so you can only watch it over there." ”

"Listening to what you say, it's true," Zou Xilin thought of the recent rapid rise in sales of his newspaper, and couldn't hold back his smile, and said proudly: "Just recently, at the beginning...... Someone else advised me...... Don't go too far, hey, as soon as the sales exceeded 300,000, they immediately stopped talking, and started reporting after us one by one. Yesterday, there were leaders who praised me. I can also understand that as long as your newspaper has sales, everything else is fart. ”

Zhang Qunli poured wine for Zou Xilin, filled it himself, put down the wine bottle and said: "Can you not boast, sales have increased several times, how much advertising money do you have to earn." ”

Zou Xilin regretted it: "It's a pity, that young writer...... There's nothing left to dig up. ”

"Then dig up other people," Zhang Qunli said: "Lao Zou, you have gone in the right direction, and you are afraid that you will not be able to find a target?" ”

Zou Xilin suddenly said: "If you say so, it's the same." ”

Zhang Qunli immediately added: "However, the young writer, as well as Bo Yi, can still continue to chase after him." ”

Of course, Zou Xilin knew about Zhang Qunli and Boyi's festival, and happily pushed the boat: "No problem, Lao Zhang, if you don't say stop, we won't stop." ”

"Righteous enough," Zhang Qunli raised his glass again: "Come again." ”

Zou Xilin didn't hesitate, he held another one with Zhang Qunli, drank a few mouthfuls of food, thought of his recent scenery, sighed and was grateful, and turned to Zhang Qunli again: "In short, I still want to thank you, Lao Zhang." ”

As he spoke, he grabbed Zhang Qunli's hand and shook it vigorously.

Zhang Qunli shook hands with Zou Xilin, and did not forget Cui Xiang beside him: "And this one, Lao Zou, this is our great hero this time." ”

Zou Xilin was unambiguous, looked at Cui Xiang on the other side of Zhang Qunli, and said briskly: "Cui Xiang, I won't forget, I won't forget, what I didn't say, in a word, would you like to come to our morning newspaper?" ”

Cui Xiang has also been proud recently, and he has brought down a nationally renowned young writer in a few articles, and this sense of accomplishment is even more comfortable than the tens of thousands of yuan he got from Zhang Qunli.

However, hearing Zou Xilin's invitation, Cui Xiang didn't dare to slack off, and immediately picked up his wine glass: "Editor-in-chief Zou, I can't ask for it." ”

As he spoke, he took the initiative to drink a glass of wine.

Cui Xiang can also distinguish the benefits and disadvantages.

Although it seems to be free to be an 'independent journalist' by yourself, it is certainly not as secure as having a unit to rely on. Just like a certain surnamed Zhang back then, a bandit, if he didn't take the initiative to seek incorporation, how could there be a later king of the Northeast?

After saluting Zou Xilin for a cup, Cui Xiang did not forget Zhang Qunli, filled himself again, and picked it up again: "Boss Zhang, if you need anything in the future, you have a word!" ”

Zhang Qunli thought of the tens of thousands of yuan he had given to Cui Xiang, and he felt distressed again.

However, not only has a nail in the eye been dried to shreds recently, but a loan that has been approached by Nanjun has also been successfully approved a few days ago, which has alleviated the company's financial situation, which can be described as double happiness.

So he raised his glass very heroically: "Okay, let's have one!" ”

It was so lively until late at night, Zhang Qunli and Zou Xilin, Cui Xiang and others separated, and drove their own Audi luxury car back to the hotel on Huaxin Road.

Immediately after entering the hall, a yellow-haired young man brought two young girls over and spoke flatteringly.

Greeted in advance.

Zhang Qunli looked at it, was very satisfied, paid the money, and directly hugged the two girls left and right to enter the elevator, and the hotel front desk also turned a blind eye to this.

Zhao Xue still lives in Zhang Qunli's suite.

Just after taking a shower, he sat on the bed in the bedroom in a daze wearing only a white cotton bathrobe, thinking about how to ask Zhang Qunli for some money. The weather is getting colder and colder, and she no longer wants to rent a house of her own, she just wants to buy a few thick clothes, otherwise she will not be able to get out.

It's true that I haven't been out for a few days.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Xue cheered up and walked out of the bedroom, and saw Zhang Qunli, who couldn't wait to be entangled with two women on the sofa, and immediately called out.

"Ah, you ......"

Zhang Qunli heard the voice, looked up and saw Zhao Xue, and signaled, "Come here, accompany Lao Tzu." ”

Zhao Xue glanced at the two women with heavy makeup, and immediately understood their identities, and subconsciously shook her head: "Boss Zhang, I, I don't ...... Not with them. ”

Zhang Qunli drank the wine, and when he heard that Zhao Xue dared to refuse him, he immediately jumped up: "Hey, what do you think you are, and you are still a chaste martyr?" ”

As he spoke, he had already stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Xue's hair, and was about to drag him to the sofa.

Zhao Xue thought of all the things during this time, and she had to give up for a moment, herself and the two ...... on the sofa It really doesn't make a difference. However, listening to Zhang Qunli still scolding, the more he scolded, the dirtier it became, Zhao Xue was suddenly aroused to the last trace of fierceness, struggled desperately, and grabbed Zhang Qunli's face violently.

was suddenly caught, and there were a few hot words on his face, Zhang Qunli's anger reached its peak, raised his hand and slapped Zhao Xue to the ground, kicked a few more times, and still didn't understand his hatred, dragging the woman's hair all the way to the door: "If you are disobedient, then let Lao Tzu go!" ”

There was a thud, and the door slammed shut.

Zhao Xue, who was beaten, curled up on the cold floor like a shrimp, and it took a while to recover, and she struggled to get up, looked at the closed door, and then looked at the hotel corridor where no one was there late at night, feeling the only bathrobe on her body, and for a moment, there was only one thought left in her mind.

This is retribution.

didn't knock on the door again, Zhao Xue floated all the way to the outside of the hotel like a wandering spirit, wandering in the cold and lonely streets, some passers-by saw her and came forward to ask, but they didn't answer.

There were also two young people who drank alcohol, thinking that she was soliciting customers, stepped forward to talk, entangled and did not leave, and moved her hands and feet, Zhao Xue couldn't help it, she went crazy directly, picked up a brick on the side of the road, and looked desperate, and the two young people were finally scared away.

Finally, I found a park, found a bench, and sat blankly.

The late autumn night is so cold.

I thought of a foreign story I had heard before, about a little girl, a match seller, who froze to death.

I think it's good.

Wake up tomorrow, well, don't wake up, so be it.

However, it wasn't until it was getting light that she realized that she was neither asleep nor ...... Freeze to death.

Thinking of Zhang Qunli again, and what happened during this time.

Since you're not dead, don't think about it!

Hence the thought of a certain teenager.

Zhang Qunli always brought those newspapers to the room, and Zhao Xue learned about everything recently. She quickly decided to poke things out.

made Zhang Qunli also ruined.

However, a decision was made, and Zhao Xue didn't know how to continue for a while. She only had a bathrobe on her, and it was impossible for her to take the car back to Ha Yuan.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally remembered a name.

Boyi Publishing House.

This should be in Shangdu.

Right.

To find this place first.

So she got up, wrapped in a white cotton bathrobe, Zhao Xue stepped on the hotel slippers and walked out of the park, asked the passers-by who got up early, and walked all the way to Chengjiang Road, which was not too far from Huaxin Road.