Entertainment: From being divorced by the Queen's wife

Chapter 380 Special Publishing House

Listen to Shen Chuhe's words.

Lin Mo smiled, feeling warm in his heart.

After a few words with Shen Chuhe, Lin Mo hung up the phone.

the next day.

Lin Mo arrived at the office, and happened to bump into Cheng Meng over there at the corner of the office corridor.

Cheng Meng was talking to someone. In front of her was a woman wearing long black velvet socks, a short-sleeved top and a black skirt. She was petite and had a bright appearance, but she looked a little tired.

The woman was now in front of Cheng Meng, with a melancholy look on her face: "My Aunt Meng, look, you said before that you were going to write a book and publish it. How are you preparing now?"

"If the manuscript has been completed, then give it to me. I still have a task to complete this month."

When the man spoke, he looked at Cheng Meng, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Cheng Meng also had a headache after hearing what he said: "This matter... I really wanted to write about it before, but I have been very busy recently, and I really don't know what to write about."

"Otherwise, would you like to see if anyone else wants to write?"

The woman heard this with a sad look on her face: "Aunt Meng, please, you have watched me grow up before. No matter what, for the sake of me being so pitiful and helpless, you have to help me this time. ."

"I haven't been able to get a manuscript for a long time. If I can't get another manuscript, my year-end bonus will be wiped out."

Cheng Meng looked at her and smiled bitterly: "That's not true. You are a business editor after all. You have worked in a publishing house for so many years, so you shouldn't be unable to find talents, right?"

"Besides, weren't you quite Buddhist before? Why are you suddenly busy looking for some manuscripts now?"

When the woman heard this, she gritted her teeth and said, "Then you can't blame the new president."

"A greasy middle-aged man uses chicken feathers as arrows. Everyone is so happy to go to work every day and have fun after get off work, but they have to establish some kind of performance system."

"Each editor still needs to produce a book every month. Isn't this difficult?"

Cheng Meng listened to her words and didn't know what to say: "If it doesn't work, just talk to your president directly and ask him to give you some grace?"

"After all, writing a book is something you can't rush. You can't just write something casually and then mislead others."

Listening to Cheng Meng's words, the woman suddenly frowned again: "I would like to, but I have been given an extension three times. This time the president announced it in public. If I can't show it again, If it’s a manuscript, not only will he deduct the money, but he will also ask me to clean the toilet.”

"Then I got angry. I slammed the table in front of many colleagues, and then issued a military order. If I couldn't get the manuscript, I wouldn't be able to see anyone!"

When she talked about this, she was filled with indignation, her voice was filled with sadness, and she sighed.

Cheng Meng looked at her like this and thought for a moment: "Well, I can call you and ask if there is any teacher or professor in the school who wants to publish a book."

"However, this possibility is still relatively small, so you have to be mentally prepared."

After Cheng Meng finished speaking, she happened to see Lin Mo and said hello with a smile: "Good morning."

Lin Mo walked over: "Morning."

Cheng Meng: "Come, let me introduce you. This is Lin Mo, who is also the piano teacher of our school."

The frowning and sighing woman glanced at Lin Mo, then nodded, and then said feebly: "Hello, hello, my name is Cheng Xiaoyu, I am a miserable poor girl who was abandoned by my aunt after failing to get a date with the manuscript.

woman."

Cheng Xiaoyu introduced herself.

Cheng Meng listened to her words with a look of helplessness on his face: "What are you talking about? Why are you so pitiful? Who abandoned you?"

"You kid."

Cheng Xiaoyu: "Aunt Meng, since you didn't choose to abandon me, you must help me find an author."

"If I can't complete this task, I won't be able to stand proud in front of that middle-aged greasy and evil president."

"You must be reluctant to see such a pitiful, weak and beautiful woman like me fall into such a humiliating moment!"

Cheng Meng stopped talking.

She had a headache. Cheng Meng liked Cheng Xiaoyu, a junior, because she was interesting enough.

Just talking.

Lin Mo was suddenly curious: "Are you from the publishing house?"

Cheng Xiaoyu nodded: "Yes, I am from Yangyin Culture Publishing House."

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment and thought for a while.

Yangyin Culture Publishing House?

Seemingly sensing Lin Mo's thoughts, Cheng Xiaoyu also said simply: "You must have never heard of our publishing house. That's normal, because our publishing house is too small and cannot be ranked among the top publishing companies in Yanjing.

Number."

"This is what it means. If the government doesn't allocate funds today, we will be bankrupt tomorrow."

Cheng Xiaoyu spoke simply.

Cheng Meng had no choice but to help explain: "Don't listen to her nonsense. This Yangyin Culture Publishing House formerly belonged to our Yangyin. Later it became independent and now it belongs to the business establishment."

Lin Mo nodded and thought for a moment: "What kind of book do you need to find for publication?"

Cheng Xiaoyu: "Actually, there are no special regulations. As long as it is not illegal and can be sold, it will be fine."

"We didn't have any performance pressure here before, but now we have changed it. We have lowered the basic salary, and instead get commissions based on the sales of published books. We also create a sales list every month. It is simply excessive!"

"It's all the fault of that middle-aged greasy old president!"

Cheng Xiaoyu said a few words, but never forgot to complain. Especially when he mentioned their president, he gritted his teeth and became extremely angry.

Lin Mo: "I happen to have a story that I want to publish. I don't know if it can be suitable for you."

Listen to Lin Mo's words.

Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at Lin Mo in surprise: "Wow, it's so hidden. Can't you tell, are you still a writer?"

She suddenly became very interested and asked: "Writer, what books have you published before?"

"Which publishing house published it, how many copies were sold, and were there any more copies later?"

Lin Mo coughed: "Well...I haven't published a book yet."

Cheng Xiaoyu was startled: "Oh, no."

Cheng Meng also helped: "That's the first time. It's okay for the first time. Once it's published successfully this time, there will be a published book."

Cheng Xiaoyu also came to his senses and said quickly: "Yes, it doesn't matter!"

"Since you are still here the first time, then just come to me!"

(End of chapter)