The strongest village official starts with a debt of 500 million

Chapter 154 The Old Editor of the Newspaper Office

Hu Xiaolin took the buns and soy milk from the boss and bowed habitually.

The boss looked helpless: "Old Hu, how many times have I told you, don't be so polite."

Hu Xiaolin was a little embarrassed, and scanned the QR code with a smile: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it."

The boss shook his head and turned to serve another customer.

Hu Xiaolin took his own breakfast and rode on the electric bike.

Suddenly there was some sadness in my heart.

20 years earlier, I was not like this.

When I just graduated, I was assigned to the newspaper office. With a huge pen like a rafter, I was appreciated by the leaders. After a while, I became a full-time editor and took the position of editor.

At that time, I was full of ambition and never imagined that I would sit in this position for 20 years.

Even the newspaper office has been merged, and I am still a small editor.

not moving at all.

Twenty years ago, while doing my job as an editor, I kept writing. Almost every submission was guaranteed to hit the mark, which not only saves face, but also supports the family.

But now, no one even reads the newspapers, so the manuscript fee is naturally at the market.

But looking at his old, weak and sick mother, and his daughter who is attending a key high school, the whole family relies on him for support.

He sighed, and his shoulders, which were originally straight, slightly bent down again.

Chen Yu chewed on the steamed stuffed bun and looked at Hu Xiaolin's back.

In the past two days, he has investigated Hu Xiaolin in many ways.

He was a little surprised by the information he got.

The reputation of this person is actually very good.

No one who had contact with him complained about him, even those who were rejected by him at the time had a good impression of this editor.

Because at that time, in the sluggish newspaper office, he was the only one who would try his best to make suggestions for the author and sort out the article when he rejected the manuscript.

It stands to reason that such an outstanding person will be hated by others in the work unit, right?
But when his old colleagues in the newspaper office talked about this person, at most they just lamented that Lao Hu was born out of time, and that was it.

Not even a gossip!

After two days, Chen Yu actually had a little admiration for this person.

There are often good people, but there are not many good people who can achieve this level.

Just now, he witnessed Hu Xiaolin and his wife sending the old man for a reexamination, and the two were worried about the medical bill.

Perhaps, this is the reason why he desperately needs a promotion and salary increase, even at the expense of his traditional literati style?

Chen Yu swallowed the bun and followed Hu Xiaolin.

Hu Xiaolin, who is not considered a leader in the newspaper, but has enough seniority, has a small office with only two people.

Yesterday, I told my colleagues in the office that something happened at home and I asked for leave. Today, Lao Hu is the only one who uses this office.

He and everyone who passed by smiled and nodded, took out the key to open the door, put the breakfast on the desk, turned around, and closed the office door.

Although it was a customary privilege for an old editor like him to have breakfast at work, he didn't want to do it in front of everyone.

He closed the door and turned around, but his eyes widened in fright, and he seemed to lose his ability to think at that moment.

When I just opened the door, there was obviously no one there, but now there is a young man sitting in the seat of a colleague who is on leave, looking at the writing theory books on the desktop with great interest.

He is very familiar with this young man, even more familiar than his daughter's puppy boyfriend.

Chen Yu!

Not only did he tremble a little.

How did he find this place?Why did he come here?What the hell did he know?How did he get in?
Chen Yu flipped through the books and pointed to Hu Xiaolin's own seat: "Sit."

Just now when Hu Xiaolin saw him, but didn't shout, Chen Yu understood that what Wen Xue said was right.

Hu Xiaolin does have a problem.

Thinking in another way, if the person standing there was himself, Chen Yu reckoned that his first move would be to jump over and hit someone.

It doesn't matter if you are a human or a ghost, just hit me.

But if people have ghosts in their hearts, then it is understandable that this kind of brain disconnected situation.

As for how Chen Yu got in?
It's not too simple...

He has been following Hu Xiaolin from the parking lot. With his agility, he can naturally make it impossible for Hu Xiaolin to notice that someone is following him.

When you entered the newspaper office, the person who greeted Hu Xiaolin was naturally embarrassed to ask Hu Xiaolin, who is this young man with a humble smile who is following you closely?

There won't be such a close-eyed person in the unit.

At this moment, Hu Xiaolin seemed to have regained his thinking ability. He said with a cold face, "Who the hell are you? How did you get in? I'm going to call the police!"

Chen Yu shrugged slightly: "You are welcome, anyway, I am not the one who caught the knife, nor the one who made the gun for others. Your office is not your private territory. Even if you call the police, I will get up and leave at most. , no one can question me, but I don’t know, if I have a record as a shooter, is it possible for me to be an editor?”

Hu Xiaolin did not compromise: "You go out immediately, I will give you ten seconds."

Before he could start counting, Chen Yu stood up straight and walked outside.

Chen Yu's decisiveness caught Hu Xiaolin off guard. He stared blankly at Chen Yu and opened the office door.

At this time, Chen Yu turned his head, smiled, raised a few pieces of paper in his hand, and made a gesture to shout.

"Wait!"

At the critical moment, Hu Xiaolin still hesitated: "You come in, your manuscript, I think there is still room for discussion."

The two young editors who passed by looked surprised and continued on their way.

Chen Yu closed the door and sat back in his seat.

"Who are you and who sent you here?"

Chen Yu looked surprised: "Editor Hu, your ability to pretend to be stupid is high enough, otherwise everyone would say that you are a good old man. Who am I, you really don't know?"

Hu Xiaolin sighed: "I think you may have misunderstood me..."

Before Hu Xiaolin could finish speaking, Chen Yu threw the few pieces of paper in front of him: "I specially asked someone to make a color palette. Although it is not enough for absolute proof, as a literati, I think that Editor Hu , you should save yourself some dignity."

Hu Xiaolin took the few sheets of paper and flipped through them, his hands began to tremble involuntarily.

The color palette refers not to the definition of the fine art world.

It is a tool for anti-plagiarism. In a table, the original text and the plagiarized text are compared.

This color palette is compared with some of Hu Xiaolin's own articles, and Hong Chen's articles over the past few years.

I have to say that Hu Xiaolin's writing skills are really excellent.Hong Chen's article couldn't quite read Hu Xiaolin's taste.

But maybe Hu Xiaolin decided that there would be no original author to accuse him of plagiarism, or maybe it was Hu Xiaolin's remnant literati spirit, who intended to leave his own trace in the article.

There is still a vague Hu Xiaolin taste in the text, and it is still obvious in some places.

Chen Yu smiled and said, "Now, can we talk properly?"

(End of this chapter)