Dousha Bao

On the way back, Wang Yincheng kept driving silently. Shao Zhiwen sat on the front passenger seat and stared at him for a few times. Finally, he couldn't hold back: "Dad, what's the matter with you? The interview was not easy...?"

Wang Yincheng: "No." But there is not much.

After returning to the editorial department, Wang Yin came to plan to sort out the manuscripts of the interview, but Ye Anning knocked on the door and went to sit opposite the desk, with a book and a pen in his hand, with an expression of seriousness at work: " Mr. Wang, let's rush out the first draft together just after the interview."

Wang Yincheng had just put down his bag when he returned to the office, and the computer was too late. He turned on the computer, sat back in his chair, and glanced out quietly. Now Shao Zhiwen stretched his neck and looked into the office. It's time to come in.

It’s okay to be responsible for the division of labor and collaboration together with a manuscript, but Ye Anning’s move is obviously a bit too anxious.

Wang Yincheng said nothing, Ye Anning opened the notebook he carried with him, and looked at Wang Yincheng and smiled. He said, "Wang, your recording pen?"

Wang Yincheng entered the computer password without raising his head: "I told you this morning that Liu Heng did not allow the recording pen when he was interviewed."

"Ah?" Ye Anning knew, of course, that Wang Yincheng spoke clearly in the morning, but Ye Anning was mixed in this circle for a long time and a short time, and she learned a lot of things in many ways. It’s just a form without a mouth. Which editor did the interview without a recording pen?

Ye Anning thought Wang Yincheng was joking: "Wang Bian you..."

Wang Yincheng sighed in his heart. Old Liu was right. Ye Anning was not only arrogant and arrogant to do things, but also had no mind to like to rely on her own cognition. She thought it was correct. The default in the circle did not need to worry. But Wang Yincheng knew people like Liu Heng. He said that one desperate is one, and two cannot be three.

"There are no recording pens and no manuscripts. I will keep all the interviews in my mind. Later, I will get out the prototype of his answer. At that time, you and Xiao Shao will be responsible for a part of it. The second draft is scheduled."

Ye Anning almost blurted out, the prototype of the answer? Have you remembered it? How do I know if you wrote it unilaterally or Liu Heng said it yourself?

Ye Anning was so angry that the more he thought Wang Yincheng was a lunatic. Packed things up and stepped out of high heels.

In fact, if this matter falls on Shao Zhiwen or other girls in the office, it will not be so unhappy. Ye Anning is proud and arrogant. Wang Yincheng ran out before he finished, and felt that he was aggrieved. Autocratic. But in fact, if it is someone else, Wang Yincheng can understand it by explaining the situation at that time. After all, the big names in the financial circle are very different from those in the entertainment circle. The visibility exposure even emphasized in the entertainment circle, but there are many rules in the financial circle, one by one. Liu Heng is not allowed to use a recording pen. The requirements are quite normal.

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Ye Anning ran out, Shao Zhiwen knocked at the door and squeezed his eyes, and Wang Yincheng looked up at him: "Go and give me the survey that was arranged in the morning."

"Okay! King!" Shao Zhiwen ran away as he slipped away.

Wang Yincheng was working on the prototype of the interview for the next few hours. From the first to the last, all the words that Liu Heng had said were typed out in memory. This process is long and boring and requires extreme endurance. Brain.

Shao Zhiwen came twice midway, once brought the questionnaire, and once brought a cup of coffee in. He stood behind Wang Yincheng and looked at the computer screen twice, and once more marveled, Wang Yincheng was an interview! ? Basically, he was typing out every sentence that Liu Heng said. His few eyes were clear. Wang Yincheng even marked the tone of Liu Heng's pause!

Shao Zhiwen knelt down and retreated silently.

It took Wang Yincheng several hours to make a prototype. He copied it with a USB drive and shattered the original computer files. It has been a long time since I got up to pick up things. Old Liu is still in the office. Ye Anning and several colleagues outside the hall have not left.

Ye Anning saw Wang Yincheng's office door open. Immediately ran in, the high heel stepped step by step, step by step: "Wang!"

Wang Yincheng looked up at her and said lightly, "What's the matter?"

Ye Anning closed the door of the office, "Wang Bian, I want to talk to you." She spoke seriously as if there were important things.

"Well, you said." Wang Yincheng's attitude was still light.

"Wang Bian, I don't know what you think, but I think you might be a bit biased or misunderstood about me!" Ye Anning's eyes were sharp, "Like this interview with Liu Heng, the three of us were originally responsible for , In the end, it turned out that you went to his office to chat with me alone, and I can understand it without a voice recorder, but why didn’t even have a manuscript in the form of a text? Is this justified?"

Wang Yincheng packed the bag and put it in his hand. According to his own habits, he wouldn’t explain more sentences at all, but now it’s different. He is not a freelancer who writes articles and writes columns. He has colleagues and sits in the office. In a small social circle. He put down his bag and looked at Ye Anning, his expression was still very weak. Of course, he couldn't think of any other expressions needed for her: "Do you think I asked Liu Heng to arrange an interview with someone on purpose?"

Wang Yincheng said straightforwardly, Ye Anning hesitated: "Isn't it?"

"No." Wang Yin Chengdao said: "Liu Heng's arrangement was so unexpected that I didn't think that the manuscript was not in text form because I used a computer for a long time, and the transcript could not keep up. At that time, it was better to write down with notes. Use your brain."

Ye Anning still didn't believe it, and thought Wang Yincheng was deliberately like this, "Now that your manuscript is out? Can you show it to me and Shao Zhiwen?"

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Wang Yincheng finally did not have a light attitude this time, because he now has a very serious problem with Ye Anning. The woman in front of her has her own ideas and is very dogmatic. She does not cooperate with her colleagues and does not listen to the leadership’s instructions. She even thinks that what others do is wrong. She As soon as she opened her mouth, she asked Wang Yincheng for a manuscript. She did not have a good relationship with most of her colleagues and looked down on many people. She was even more dissatisfied with him, the person in charge of the airborne troops.

"Ye Anning." Wang Yincheng looked at her, and his attitude finally became completely cold: "I think before you get a qualified manuscript, let's learn how to be a man first." After that, he left with a bag and a jacket.

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Wang Yincheng had been thinking about Ye Anning when he got off the elevator. The local newspaper where he is now is actually very famous in the local area. Although it is done very traditionally, its sales have been very good. Wang Yincheng feels that the boss of the newspaper is not a fool, and he will not be so indifferent to feathers. Although the attention of the financial section is not as high as the entertainment section, the gold content is not covered. Ye Anning’s personality defects are so obvious. After impeaching this Ye Anning, why would the boss put such people on the financial section?

Because it's a relative relationship...?

Wang Yincheng couldn't figure it out, but the boss must have his own reasons.

When the elevator stopped on the tenth floor, two women in professional attire got on the road, and one of them laughed loudly at the woman next to him when she came in: "If Ye Xiaotian hadn't taken care of relatives, the woman's Can we continue to mix in our city?"

Another woman looked around and held her: "The voice is lower, you are afraid that others don't know!!"

"Cut, do you still fear that others don't know? I dare to report to my cousin's scandal! I'm more ruthless than anyone else when doing internship!"

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Wang Yincheng went to the parking lot to get the car and returned it to Chen Jiao. When he called Chen Jiao, he said, "Come to **** kindergarten, here on Fuxing Road, I'm here, fuck!" Chen Jiao Zai The phone suddenly shouted dirty.

Wang Yincheng frowned: "What's wrong?"

Chen Jiao sounded anxious: "My son was bullied at school, I just arrived...don't cry, don't cry" The last few words of Chen Jiao suddenly turned softer.

"Okay, got it."

The meeting between Wang Yincheng and Chen Jiao was very accidental. At that time, Chen Jiao and Wang Yin were still in Chengdu. Wang Yin became a freelancer and Chen Jiao was the chef in the restaurant. Since Wang Yincheng wrote his first novel in the Literature City, Chen Jiao was his loyal iron fan, and he had also been the administrator of his official website. At that time, Chen Jiao was not Chen Jiao. He was still a beautiful big foot, Wang Yincheng Nor is it Wang Yincheng, he is Cheng Yin writing a novel. Later, the two people gradually became familiar in the circle, and in the same city. Chen Jiao said that we would come out to meet each other. I will bring you some delicious food. Wang Yincheng then rushed to the manuscript all day and was seriously lacking in sports and nutrition, so he agreed. .

The two have come from the Internet to reality and have known each other for many years.

As for how Chen Jiao came to h city later and how a bland son emerged without reason, Wang Yincheng said that the art of reality is always higher than life.

Wang Yincheng drove to the kindergarten. When he parked the car at the door, the door of the kindergarten was closed, and only a small side door was opened next to it.

The security guard looked at Wang Yincheng's car and Wang Yin, and then leaned out of his head from the communication room: "Which parent are you?"

Wang Yincheng thought for a while, "Children are bullied at school."

The guard: "Oh, come in quickly. The fight is fierce today. The teacher can't pull it away."

Wang Yincheng walked into the door, called Chen Jiao and asked where he was now.

Chen Jiao: "Enter the door and walk straight around a building with a fountain. There is a spiral staircase on the second floor."

Wang Yincheng walked in, and on the second floor, several parents and children were now in the hall on the second floor, noisy, some children were crying, some teachers were constantly explaining and persuading, and some parents were scolding.

Wang Yincheng stood on the periphery and looked around to find people. He was coldly pulled by his wrists. A woman in her forties, who was about 40 years old, said with emotion: "You can come, hurry, your child breaks everyone's head. That’s it! In the infirmary!" As he said, he pulled Wang Yincheng downstairs.

Wang Yincheng frowned, not understanding why the woman in front of him would admit that person was wrong. "Sorry, you admit the wrong person."

The woman frowned: "Don't be kidding! Liu Xu is terrible this time. The children's heads are rubbing off a big piece, quickly, here you don't need to control, follow me!..."

The woman said and dragged Wang Yincheng and Chen Bingbu behind him, "You are the wrong person, he is my friend. He came to me. He has no children."

"Ah?" Fu Yuanchang froze for a while, but the reaction was overwhelming. She looked at Chen Jiao and Wang Yincheng. She knew Chen Jiao. "Oh, sorry, sorry."