Full-time Artist

"what is this?"

　　 Yang Feng asked Chu Kuang in his address book.

　　 Lin Yuan saw the news after eating, and replied: "Isn't it the manuscript that your company has appointed? You Rong, the man who requested the manuscript, said that he was the editor-in-chief of "QuRead" magazine. Did I meet a liar?"

　　 Lin Yuan was a little grateful.

　　 Fortunately, I was very witty, and sent the manuscript to Yinlan Library, the editor in charge of "Net King", Yang Feng. If the guy who claimed to be You Rong was not from Yinlan Library, then Lin Yuan would not have suffered any loss.

　　 "He is not a liar."

　　 Yang Feng replied with a complicated expression.

Seeing that Chu Kuang over there did not reply again, Yang Fengteng stood up from his position and called the editor-in-chief: "The editor-in-chief must have you come forward. You Rong unexpectedly backed us to make an appointment with Chu Kuang! "

"what?"

The editor-in-chief at the other end of the phone was agitated, and his tone was full of anger: "It is hard to guard against house thieves by day and night. He You Rong dares to make an appointment with Chu Kuang with our Youth Fantasy Department on his back. Do you want to put us in my eyes now? Work in the company, so go to the magazine department to find him afterwards!"

　　 Many companies take annual leave.

　　 However, there are also people on duty at Yinlan Library for the New Year. Those who work are locals in Sioux City, and the salary is five times the usual. Under this kind of reward, many people are still willing to work during the Spring Festival.

hang up the phone.

　　Lao Xiong, the editor-in-chief of the youth fantasy department, went directly to the magazine department. At a glance, he saw the head of the magazine department You Rong: "Lao You, do you guys do a little bit unconvincingly, and you are behind us to make an appointment with Chu Kuang?"

　　 "Old Xiong, what a ugly thing."

Since Chu Kuang said that he had sent the manuscript to Yang Feng, You Rong knew something was wrong, so he prepared his mind in advance: "I'm going to inform you, but you are here. Sit down and have a cup of tea. Everyone is a colleague."

　　 "Don't try to pretend to be crazy."

Lao Xiong ignored the strange gazes of the employees around him, and said in a huff: "Chu Kuang’s "Net King" has delivered 200,000 words every month. I don’t need me to introduce you to the high sales of this book. As a result, you still want to ask him for a draft now. Doesn’t this affect his creation?"

　　 "I am not to blame."

You Rong was also anxious: "Even if I don’t ask Chu Kuang for a draft, he will publish short stories on the tribe himself. I am very optimistic about the quality of the short stories he wrote. Instead of publishing it on the tribe for free, why not put it on us? "Fun Reading" was published above, and I am also our company's flagship magazine anyway."

　　 "He was on a whim."

　　 Old Xiong became more and more angry: "But you fueled his interest in writing short stories. After all, people's energy is limited. After he has written short stories for your magazine, how much energy does he have to update "Net King"?"

　　 "He volunteered."

　　 You Rong coughed.

　　 This kind of thing should indeed be greeted in advance, but You Rong knows that Lao Xiong mostly refuses to ensure the stable update of "Net King", so he thought about cutting it first and playing it later. Unexpectedly, the result was self-defeating.

　　 "Did you deliberately grab someone?"

　　 "How do you call a rob from a company?"

　　 "I think you are jealous of our performance!"

　　 "Old Xiong, you are too much to say this."

The two editor-in-chief came to real fire this time, and they quarreled in front of the employees. In the end, someone called the editor-in-chief, and the two sides stopped temporarily. However, the editor-in-chief also had a headache: "Don’t yell. Show me the manuscript."

　　 Soon Yang Feng sent the manuscript to the editor in chief.

　　 This manuscript is called "The Maggie's Gift", which is only three thousand words short, so the editor-in-chief will be able to read it very quickly.

　　 But what makes Lao Xiong and You Rong strange is...

After reading this manuscript, the editor-in-chief of 　　 was surprisingly silent.

　　 take a closer look.

　　 Both of them were stunned.

　　Because the editor-in-chief who has always been unsmiling and known for his majesty, his eyes are slightly red at this moment, and he even wiped away tears quietly.

　　 The editor-in-chief was so angry?

　　 Both of them were shocked.

　　 You Rong said nervously, "Editor-in-chief, what's wrong with you, the Chinese New Year, didn't we have a little conflict, don't you have to be sad."

　　 "Yes."

　　 Old Xiong didn't dare to care about it anymore: "Isn't it just a draft. Since Chu Kuang has agreed, then I won't say anything here. He dare to explain that he is confident to take care of both."

　　 The two have never seen the editor-in-chief like this.

　　 The editor-in-chief stood up and ignored the two of them, and made a call with a slightly hoarse voice: "Book me a ticket to go home immediately. I want the earliest flight."

　　 "Editor in chief..."

　　 Old Xiong and You Rong panicked completely.

The editor-in-chief of 　　 originally said that he would not go home during the Spring Festival this year, but it turned out that the two of them were so angry that they were crying!

　　 I don’t even care about work!

The editor-in-chief of 　　 glanced at the two with red eyes and said: "Do you know how difficult I was when I first started a business?"

"what?"

The editor-in-chief ignored the confusion of the two, and said to himself: "I remember the worst time, my wife and I could spend a day on steamed buns with boiled water. Later, my wife found a cleaning job in the school cafeteria, so I did every noon. Just for the reason of seeing her, I went to the school cafeteria and drank free soup. It tasted so fragrant."

　　 Old Xiong subconsciously said: "What happened later?"

The editor-in-chief smiled softly: "Later, my wife lived in a luxurious villa and ate all kinds of delicacies-but she had to take care of my parents in the villa. ——Do you think we were happier before or now? It’s the Chinese New Year~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I want my wife, I have to spend time with my family, you locals, please work harder, please."

　　 After speaking, the editor-in-chief bowed slightly, then turned and left.

　　 You Rong yelled in a daze: "Editor-in-Chief..."

The editor-in-chief of 　　 suddenly paused: "Well, by the way, ask for a signature of Teacher Chu Kuang and tell him that I am a fan of his books.

　　 This time, the editor-in-chief is really gone.

　　 But while Lao Xiong and You Rong looked at each other, they faintly realized that the cause of this incident was not the conflict between the two.

　　 Because the editor-in-chief has been in Yinlan Library for so many years, it is the first time that he publicly admitted that he is a book fan of a certain author under the company.

Fiction!

　　 is a novel!

　　 The two suddenly recovered and did not quarrel anymore, but each let Yang Feng send out a copy of "The Gift of Maggie".

　　 This may be the source of the editor-in-chief's change of thought.

　　 After the old bear left.

　　 You Rong couldn't wait to open "The Maggie's Gift", he wanted to see what was written in this novel, and even the editor-in-chief ignored his work.

　　 The novel is very short.

　　 While reading the novel, You Rong didn't have any particular reaction.

　　 But when he saw the end of the novel, You Rong suddenly couldn't help covering the temples on both sides of his forehead, and let out a painful cry:

"what!"

Now he fully understands the editor-in-chief's anomaly. The power of words is terrible. People who have had similar experiences will always look at other people’s stories and shed their own tears, especially in the face of "The Maggie's Gift". Such a bursting ending in the novel!

　　 "Boss, what's the matter?"

　　 Some employees couldn't help but care.

　　 You Rong slumped in a chair: "Chu Kuang said that I would make a quote after reading the novel...Do I dare to quote a novel like this..."