genius editor

On QQ, Kodak is not a duck has a new opening chapter, and Tian Tian is briefly relieved from the panic of losing the author, and continues to guide and revise the manuscript.Throughout the afternoon, Tian Tian taught him how to write almost by hand, and sometimes even wanted to roll up his sleeves by himself.He couldn't understand why a reading blogger with 8 fans on Weibo could have such poor writing skills.Could it be that his fans all bought it?Temperament is directly proportional to the number of fans.

But Ash Washing was very quiet, and only sent a message in the evening, apologizing for not being able to finish the work in time.

Although he is not his author, Tian Tian is anxious for him: "The manuscript review meeting is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and you have to go to work at night, do you still have time to write?"

Ashwashing: Sorry, I'm not sure either

One mouthful of salt: How many words have you written?

Ash cleaning: about [-]

A mouthful of salt: how much is left

Washing Ashes: Poor Climax and Ending

One mouthful of salty: Then catch up, can you finish writing?

Washing ashes: I try my best

Tian Tian turned his head and informed Zhuang Mo: "You may not be able to hand in the manuscript tomorrow. You should be mentally prepared." The attitude is similar to that of a dead lip and a cold tooth, or a sad fox when a rabbit dies.

Zhuang Mo raised his deep eyes, stared at him calmly for a while, then said "Oh", and continued to play with his phone with his head down.When the pointer reached five o'clock, Ye Shun left the office as gracefully as yesterday, but Zhuang Mo had no plans to move. He even asked Tian Tian and Brother Lie Huo who were working overtime what takeaway they wanted after dark.

Brother Liehuo finished writing the preface, checked his to-do list, and found that he still had to finalize the cover of this issue, write an interview with the author of this issue, and review the marketing of Bai Shangshang's new book "We All Cry in the Past" submitted by Ye Shun Plan and visit 24 newsstands for market research, and visit 7 dealers.Such a workload was normal for him. He stood up and planned to go to the rooftop to do [-] push-ups and practice with dumbbells for a while, which was a small compensation for his unfortunate situation.However, the moment he just grabbed the dumbbell, the phone on his desk rang again.

"Pick it up for me!" Lie Huo really didn't want to interrupt his fitness time.

When Tian Tian heard the summons, he scanned the office uncertainly, and found that only he and Zhuang Mo were left, and Zhuang Mo made it clear that he didn't want to go.Tian Tian had never seen such a vile and shameless person, he couldn't think of what else Zhuang Mo did besides talking to Xi Hui.

Tian Tian walked past two rows of desks angrily, and picked up the receiver: "Hello?!" Because he was so angry, his tone was very rude.

The person on the other side was stunned for a moment, as if he had never been treated so roughly in his life: "Excuse me, is this the "New Painting" magazine? I am Xu Wei from Guanwen, is your editor in chief?"

Tian Tian felt that Xu Wei's name seemed to have been heard somewhere: "Not here, he is hospitalized."

Xu Wei was quite surprised when he heard the news: "Then who is your executive editor now?"

"Brother Raging Fire."

"Is he there?"

Tian Tian glanced in the direction of the toilet: "It's not convenient for him to answer the phone, what can you do?"

"Please go to work tomorrow and ask him to send the page of "Night Voyage". We need to review it here."

"Eh?" Didn't you say you won't board "Night Voyage"?

"What's the problem?" Xu Wei's voice rose slightly.

Tian Tian has no opinion and is bullying: "No! I don't know anything, I'm just a newcomer!"

Xu Wei chuckled lightly: "Okay, sorry to trouble you, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After a while, Brother Liehuo came back from working out and was as surprised as Tian Tian when he heard the news: "Didn't we not board "Night Voyage"? Could it be that the editor-in-chief didn't communicate well with Mr. Xu?"

"He fell down the stairs halfway through the communication," Zhuang Mo reminded them, "so Guanwen thinks everything is business as usual."

Brother Lihuo couldn't believe it: "They even had a fight that day!"

"Perhaps Mr. Xu thought he won the quarrel."

Tian Tian agreed with him: "In their eyes, "New Painting" refused to publish Tan Si's new book. polite.

The atmosphere in the office was oppressive, and the situation was tricky.

Finally, Tian Tian couldn't help asking: "Then what should we do now?"

Brother Liehuo thought for a while, and grabbed the receiver: "Anyway, the editor-in-chief has already decided not to post it, so I'll just clarify it with Mr. Xu."

"Wait," Zhuang Mo called to stop him, "Guanwen is talking about acquisition with Jingyu?"

"...Well, there is such a thing. But "Night Voyage" can't cooperate, so this matter should be dirty." Not only is it dirty, but it is equivalent to Jingyu's public break with Guanwen.When he first came to Guanwen, Brother Liehuo was mentally prepared, but when things came to an end, he found that he was still guilty.Jingyu's financial situation is very bad. If Guanwen gets in the way, even this issue of the monthly magazine may not be able to go public smoothly.

"Procrastinate first, let him think that everything is business as usual." Zhuang Mo said, "Guanwen's reputation in the industry is not very good. Now that he is angered, who knows how to suppress the coercion. The new publication is about to be launched, at least let us concentrate on it." Get through this deadline."

Tian Tian thought he was really an old fox.

Although Lie Huo agreed with Tian Tian's point of view, what Zhuang Mo said was a good strategy.Unexpectedly, the dragging skills learned from the author will come in handy one day.

Everyone reached an agreement and decided to hide the truth from Guanwen. Zhuang Mo saw that it was late, picked up his suit and got up to leave.Tian Tian couldn't help asking: "Where are you going?"

"Clubbing."

Tian Tian was envious and jealous.Why is it that he is also an editor, Zhuang Mo lives like a son-in-law, but he lives like a foot-washing maid.

When Zhuang Mo walked into Glamorous, the bar had just opened.The band is tuning the strings on the stage, the hall is empty, only the cleaning is mopping the floor, it is completely impossible to see that in a few hours this place will become a place of drunkenness and luxury.He asked the front desk for a private room, and spent hours alone in it.

As the night deepened, the outside gradually became lively, and then from lively to noisy, the noisy dancers were deafening through the thick door panels.

Zhuang Mo glanced at his watch, confirmed that he couldn't wait any longer, called the waiter, and ordered a bottle of red wine.The waiter looked around secretly while keeping the accounts: this gentleman neither sings nor entertains, and sits alone for a long time, what a strange person.He made no secret of his curiosity towards Zhuang Mo, which reached its peak when he tipped him a 100 yuan tip: "Let Ren Mingqing bring the wine later."

The waiter's expression became subtle, but he didn't say anything.

Not long after, Ren Mingqing knocked on the door, and pushed in after Zhuang Mo responded.Ren Mingqing was overjoyed to see him: "Mr. Zhuang, why are you here?"

"Just finished talking about a project."

"Are you going to write a new script?"

"What's said at the wine table doesn't count—how about you? How is your manuscript?"

Ren Mingqing smiled reluctantly, even in the dim light, he could still see the thick dark circles under his eyes: "It's not close."

"When will they want the manuscript?" Zhuang Mo asked knowingly.

"……tomorrow."

Zhuang Mo pretended to be surprised: "Then what time do you have to go to work today?"

"... Three o'clock in the morning."

After Ren Mingqing finished speaking, for a few seconds, he stood there, unable to extricate himself from depression and depression.His novel is almost finished, it's just that no one will ask for it after tomorrow, and there's nothing he can do about it.He felt strangely sorry for it, like a father with empty pockets to a child about to drop out of school.

"If not, you write here." Zhuang Mo's voice pulled Ren Mingqing back to his sanity, but he found that he couldn't understand these words.

Zhuang Mo explained: "This is a bar, right? I can order any employee to drink with me - don't be afraid, of course I didn't mean that - I brought my computer." He took out his laptop and placed it on Ren Mingqing's before.

Ren Mingqing ran away in despair: "No need, Mr. Zhuang, no need..." He is a shy and introverted person, very resistant to other people's kindness, and seems to feel that he is not worthy of preferential treatment.Instead of being taken care of and favored by others, he is more used to suffering in silence alone.

Ren Mingqing was still blushing and heart beating when she returned outside.The manager scolded him for being a foreign worker, so he settled down and focused on the work in front of him.But when he came back from delivering the wine, Zhuang Mo was already leaning against the bar with his hands in his trouser pockets.He seemed to have no bones all over his body. He leaned against the wall with his neck tilted to chat and laugh with the manager. He glanced at him casually while speaking. There was an ambiguous smile on the corner of his normally serious lips. Brother son.

"...One thousand for three hours, no less." Ren Mingqing heard the manager bargaining.

"I don't!" Ren Mingqing blushed and walked between them.He didn't want to make money himself, but let Zhuang Mo spend it.He is weak and disabled, but he gets paid for his work, and he takes nothing for what is not what he deserves.

The manager clicked his tongue and obviously misunderstood the reason for his refusal: "Someone has taken a fancy to you, why are you unhappy, you fucking good woman?!" Working here, this kind of thing is normal.It's just that Ren Mingqing's legs and feet are disabled, even if someone is interested in his handsome but boring face, seeing his limping walking posture is also unappetizing.Guests like Zhuang Mo are popular, if it is normal, where would it be his turn.

"No, no, no..." Ren Mingqing blushed and wanted to argue with the manager, but started to stutter when she got impatient.

At this time, Zhuang Mo took his shoulders and whispered in his ear: "You can pay me the money after you get the remuneration."

"..." Ren Mingqing seemed to have opened the door to a new world. Thinking about it carefully, it would be a good strategy, but he had to take some risks, "I may not be able to submit a manuscript..."

"It seems that you must pass." Zhuang Mo patted the money on the bar and made the decision for him.

Zhuang Mo took Ren Mingqing and walked a few steps, then turned around and asked, "Can I take it out?" The bar is too noisy, and it's not a good environment for writing.

"No!" Ren Mingqing said anxiously, "It's more expensive to take it out!"

Manager: "..." Did he hear correctly?This kid is helping customers save money in the blink of an eye?Who is he working for?

Bai Shangshang, who was sitting not far away, witnessed all this and felt that she was going to share this gossip with Ye Shun immediately, right now.This is not to say that she doesn't care about the reputation of the two people involved, but that if she is not allowed to speak out, she will die.She didn't want to be a mean woman, but she didn't want to be a suffocated woman even more.

Hua Mian: The last time you and Brother Lie Huo came to the bar, you brought someone with you. Who is he?

Ye Shun: Editor of New Recruits

Hua Mian: He was at the bar again today, but he ordered a Young Master!

Ye Shun: ...

Hua Mian: He's gay! ! !

Ye Shun: Wait, which one are you talking about?

Hua Mian: Which one else?The one who is tall, handsome and looks rich

Ye Shun: Zhuang Mo?

Hua Mian: Guess which one he's prostituted?

Ye Shun: ... Do I know him too?

Hua Mian: Last time I kissed the waiter who was beaten up by my ex-boyfriend!I became Wan Chai Pier

Ye Shun: ...

Ye Shun: I just asked you to submit the manuscript, why didn't you reply?

Bai Shangshang quickly went offline and pretended to be dead.She actually finished writing, otherwise she would not appear here, but she felt that Ye Shun would not be satisfied, so she chose to submit it at the last second before the review meeting, leaving him with no choice but to submit it for review.

After Bai Shangshang finished gossip, his heart still itch.Ye Shun's reaction wasn't big enough, it was as if she had written a 20-word novel, and she didn't get a single comment after publishing it, which made her suspect that he was also gay.So she shared this amazing insight with half of her friends on her WeChat list, and then spent half the night re-emphasizing it.In the middle of the night, she realized that her nonsense could be written into a danmei novel, full of popular and vulgar plots.

But the two protagonists in the box were not quite the same as she had imagined... There was a little deviation, a big deviation.

The two sat side by side on the European-style sofa.The lighting in the room is ambiguous and the decoration is extravagant. It seems that the boss can't wait to post a note to remind the guests what this room is for.

"Are you ready?" Zhuang Mo asked.

Ren Mingqing nodded.

"let's start."

Ren Mingqing nodded again.

"Don't forget to put this on." Zhuang Mo stretched out his hand with a serious face.

In the palm of his hand lay two soundproof earplugs.

Ren Mingqing plugged his ears seriously, and then opened the word document.

The author has something to say: [Small editorial knowledge class] Will the editor unspokenly rule the author?

First of all, there are very few male editors in the circle, 10 of the 8 male editors are gay, and one is a sissy, and the last one is either straight or a prostitute, so it is unlikely that the author will unspoken rules unless the author sends it to the door.But at book companies, where executives, financial executives and publishers are generally male, some writers will want to cut corners.