Moonlight Variations

Back at the office, Chu Li looked like a ghoul with chicken plague. He didn't want to work and just wanted to find someone to spit out bitterness.

The person who was in charge of watching and listening was naturally Mr. L. Because he was an outsider, Chu Li told him all the things that happened in the morning, and emphasized that he was only a small step away from the number agreed upon with Lao Miao. , Caused the failure of his upper deputy editor...

She wanted to use her imagination and brainstormed a wave of dirty deals between Lao Miao and the boss of the marketing department: this is not impossible. Think about it carefully. When sending out, the marketing department immediately notified the first gift of the order quantity, and Lao Miao seemed to know the result at the same time.

This shows that he has someone in the marketing department.

Chu Li frowned, rubbed his head with a headache, and watched Mr. L's light tone and said to her, "It's normal, so the deputy editor position will give you a newcomer. What would it be like? It's because of your bet. Yincai'exactly' lost ten to twenty thousand."

Hey, it makes sense.

[The navy invited by the monkey: In short, it is really unlucky today, I feel that nothing good has happened. 】

[The disappeared Mr. l: Since you entered the Yuanyue Society, haven't you been so unlucky every day? 】

[The disappeared lord: The online pre-sale of Zhouchuan is a big success, you should be happy. Yuanyue Club should praise you well, and stand up and applaud for you—how many years have they not opened the first print so much? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Yes, Yuyao told me just now that my move is not only a big sale of a book, but also the marketing department, which is staid and unwilling to use their brains, to finally see the big picture of online marketing. Fatty is revolutionary-in short, I can look forward to the salary increase and the year-end bonus... Maybe the outstanding employee award at the end of the year is also mine. At that time, the expression of Xiaoniao was very wonderful. After all, she is better than I'm still on the job first. 】

[Shuijun invited by the monkey: However, I am still in a bad mood. Agui's book number can't be approved. I don't know how to tell her now. I promised to publish a book for her. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I don't say anything, but I also know that she must be particularly disappointed. 】

After Chuli finished speaking, he closed the dialog with Mr. L a little irritably, sat in front of the computer and thought for a while, stood up, and pulled Yuyao into the small conference hall of the editorial department.

Sure enough, I knew it with a pair of words. In fact, Yuyao also felt that it was a pity that "Hearing and Hearing" could not be described. What he meant was that he also hoped to make up for Agui.

"How to compensate?"

"We can discuss this again. By the way, Suo Heng's old serial is about to end. Have you decided on the subject of the new serial?"

"...I have an appointment with her to hand in the topic this week, and I will ask about the progress later."

Chuli got such an ambiguous answer from Yuyao, so I can’t say anything...Out of the meeting room, I sat back in front of the computer, and first left a message to Suo Heng to remind her to remember to hand in the topic, and then plucked up the courage to open the conversation with Agui. In a dialog box, she was told that the contents of "Hearing" could not be reviewed, and the book number could not be approved.

[The ghost behind you: ... Xiba! Isn’t that baby’s flower prizes out of play? They only accept regular publications, don't they! What do you think of me sending a copy of my personal history to the selection unit? 】

Chuli didn't expect Agui to react like this, so she couldn't laugh or cry at all--

[The navy invited by the monkey: can it be done, you are still thinking about the Huazhi Award...]

[The ghost behind you: People have no dreams and are different from salted fish, but now I really don’t worry about it... "Hearing" is just like this, it’s very sad. 】

Ding stared at the three words "very sad", Chu Li was frustrated like a **** that was defeated in a fight.

[The navy invited by the monkey:...Sorry. 】

[The ghost behind you: It's okay. To tell the truth, it’s actually not particularly sad. I feel it’s expected. I didn’t report much hope. I was surprised that an essay in the Yuanyue News Agency was sent for trial—and we couldn’t. Require the domestic literary circles to accept the "nothing" to "reach the sky in one step", everything has to be done slowly. 】

[The ghost behind you: Your editor promises to compensate you? 】

[The ghost behind you: What compensation, I need to implement it, don't just play around, I know how to glass my heart. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I still don’t know what the compensation is. It is estimated that it will increase the manuscript fee for you. If you are still willing to write to our liar magazine...]

[The ghost behind you: from eighty thousand words to one hundred and two thousand words? You can hold the grass, then I accept it! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Can you stop being so optimistic, that makes me even more uncomfortable. 】

[The ghost behind you: Don’t be sad, what can I do, even if I can’t sleep in the middle of the night and hate myself for being Mao, it’s not Shirkawa, the sky will still be bright? How about you give me the proofreading draft of "Hearing". I'll publish a wave of personal histories... After all proofreading is done, don't waste it, right, it's a professional proofreading anyway. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: It won't be given to you either. 】

[The ghost behind you: ruthless. It seems that you are not really uncomfortable, nor are you really guilty of me. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey:...you go. 】

Actually, Agui was wrong.

Chu Li is really uncomfortable. The difficulty is no less than watching a healthy and lively child with a future like Peking University and Tsinghua University. She is stillborn. This is when she was pregnant for three months, holding and "The Book of Luohe" is an equally enthusiastic project. Now one of them has landed and achieved great success; the other has fallen one centimeter before the end.

Although it can be seen that Agui has been trying hard to comfort her as the original author's mother, but...

As an editor, how could she not be sad about this kind of thing.

...

For the whole day that followed, no one dared to provoke Chuli. It was supposed to be a happy day, but she sat in her place with the capital "frustrated"...

The frustration can be smelled from eight hundred miles away, and the people who originally wanted to come up and say "Congratulations to the "Luohe Book of God" on the big sale" were all suffocated.

Chuli was so bereavement until the end of get off work.

It's rare to get home early one day. When he got home, Shirakawa didn't lie on the sofa and shake his legs. The man was sitting in front of the computer and typing with his hands...I don't know who he was chatting with.

Chuli put down his bag and walked over, standing behind the man, he didn't say anything about looking back, and showed Chuli the chat history on the computer generously.

[Xindun-Bai Zhi: The editor of Yuanyue News Agency is okay. This online pre-sale made us all break our eyes. We didn’t expect to be able to play like this... At the morning regular meeting, the boss put "The Book of Luohe" on weekends. The matter of online sales is directly used as a case, and it will give us a big blow. 】

[Xindun-Bai Zhi: I also asked us, what could be more embarrassing than the outdated marketing methods than Yuanyueshe. 】

[Xindun-Baizhi: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha been so **** that he can't lift his head. 】

[Zhou Chuan: She is a new editor, just entered. 】

[Xindun-Bai Zhi: Then you are picking up the baby? I just said that the deputy editor-in-chief of Miao of Yuanyue News Agency, together with the boss of the marketing department of Liang, should think of this kind of fresh idea, I am afraid it will rain. 】

[Xindun-Bai Zhi: How did this kind of baby bumps go to the old people gathering place like Yuanyueshe? 】

[Xindun-Baizhi: Yuanyueshe from the decayed shell to the bones, my heart aches. 】

[Zhouchuan: Ha, the ghost knows why she wants to go, but she still worships Yuanyueshe to death. 】

Xindun, Gu Baizhi.

This person Chuli has heard of it, and occasionally mentioned it with Lao Miao and the author before, that it is the gold-medal editor of the Xindun News Agency, who has climbed to the position of editor-in-chief at the young age of less than 30 years old—the young bookstore of Xinhua Bookstore in these years. , The best-selling novels are flipped backwards, as long as Xindun is published, two and five-thirds of the editor in charge is her name.

Xindun News Agency and Yuanyue News Agency are now able to compete in the traditional paper-media publishing industry.

At this moment, standing behind Zhou Chuan, Chu Li watched him and Gu Baizhi with his arms akimbo laughed at Yuanyue Society, and was considering whether to twist his head off, when suddenly his eyelids jumped and saw the opposite. Such a sentence-

[Xindun-Bai Zhi: So, did you consider signing the "Huangquan Inn" on Weibo to us? 】

The silence lasted for a whole day, and the numb nerve seemed to be activated.

At that moment, I felt all the blood rushed to my head.

This is the last straw that crushes the camel--

Chuli's hand on the back of the Hikawa chair suddenly tightened. As soon as the man put his hands on the keyboard and just typed the words "this book, I", the whole hand was pressed directly on the keyboard by the outstretched paw. ——

The man turned his head slightly in surprise, and directly faced the previous fierce face!

Chu Li directly crossed the man's shoulder, stretched out his hand and then violently tugged, and unloaded the entire keyboard directly from the computer. Before the man had time to realize what those two soft things were pressing on his shoulders, and between his breath When the familiar breath quickly passed, the person behind him quickly backed away holding the keyboard, like a furry rabbit: "You said "Huangquan Inn" is mine!!!"

Hiukawa stood up, looking at Chuli behind him with some unresponsiveness, and then at the four words "this book, ah me" sent out on q plus a bunch of garbled codes, his eyes finally stayed in Chuli's arms. On the keyboard...

Feeling the man's gaze, Chuli took the keyboard back and forth two steps in succession!

"You put down the keyboard first..."

"I don't!" Chuli was like a big enemy, and all the grievances he had received all day were vented out at this moment. "You are all liars-what you say well will never count! Lao Miao can collude with the marketing department to put "Luo The first print of "He Shen Shu" is at 34w! The "Hearing" that has passed the first trial, second trial and eight trials can also be said to not be given without the ISBN! The "Huangquan Inn" promised to me the night before is a new shield. , The gold medal editor is amazing! They are all liars!"

Chuli's eyes quickly dyed red.

She snorted loudly, then let out a loud sob, twisted her head, held the keyboard and jumped to the attic!

After a moment of confusion, Shiukawa reacted, and subconsciously raised his foot to chase, and the two of them ran after each other. At this time, Chuli even ran off his slippers, and ran to the stairway and took two steps up until he was caught. Hold the clothes--

Sliding under the feet, the whole person fell forward in embarrassment with a dog chewing feces, his knees hit the stair steps heavily, and when the pain came, the big drop of liquid in the eye socket also "clicked" and fell on the back of the hand.

Chuli threw the keyboard in her hand, swayed holding the handrails of the stairs and stood up to walk to her own room in the attic. At this time, she felt the big hand holding her collar pull back slightly.

She leaned back.

Then he was hugged by the waist and walked straight up the stairs.

Behind her, the man's violent breathing sounded in her ears, and her undulating chest was against her back. She struggled for a while and was squeezed tightly. Finally, she was finally struggling and tired. The big hand scratched twice...

Then he lowered his head feebly, sobbing silently.

Crackling tears fell on the back of his red-stained hands.

"You guys are nothing to say... Feelings, feelings play with others... What scale is too big to not approve the book number, how did you agree to the author? If something happens, uh, it doesn't matter if something happens, just one book number is approved. If you don’t come down and do it, let the editor die? Also, don’t bet if you can’t afford to lose the first print of 350,000, don’t bet, get stuck at 340,000 and bury it... And there’s more, your Weibo copy is broken. Book, whoever loves to give to whom, give the new shield, they are rich, rich, and will not be begging, they will give you a million first prints—"

Chu Li said intermittently. After most of the words, there was a lot of swear words in his stomach before he could scold them. All stalked in his throat, and couldn't say the last word. His heart was full of grievances like Hong who had lifted his mouth. And out...

Behind him, the man holding her and squeezing her at the top of the attic stairs said nothing.

When she couldn't cry anymore, she sighed, raised her hand, and touched her face indiscriminately: "I haven't said anything yet."

Chuli lowered her head and felt the person holding her release her hand behind her and turned her around... The man half-bent over, rubbed and wiped under her eyes with a big dry and warm hand, and said helplessly: "You just You can't trust me so much."

Chuli lowered his head.

There is no sound.

She shed her tears silently, and the lacrimal glands were horrifying.

Shirakawa looked at her wet face, and the mole at the corner of her eye was very eye-catching. He thought to himself, this is really capable of crying, and he has seen it with his own eyes.

Although it's not as good as not seeing it.

The author has something to say: Come here, come here...…………………… Hey, I'm going out tomorrow, maybe it's a better boy at half past one.