genius editor

On Saturday morning, Ye Shun heard that Brother Liehuo had passed away, and felt deeply unfortunate.When he returned to the office, there were only him and two rookies left in the office, and he would undoubtedly take the lead; but now Brother Liehuo is not only the executive editor of the magazine, but also in charge of the operation of the entire company. All wages must be signed by him.When Brother Riehuo was handing over to Ye Shun on the phone, Ye Shun tactfully told him that the workload was too much for him.Brother Lihuo thought about it for a while, and suggested that he leave the follow-up affairs of the editorial department to Tian Tian: "Although the little guy has no experience, he is willing to endure hardships. He has just finished a round of work, and you will hand over the work with the printing factory to him. Take it as an experience, take him with you."

Ye Shun was dubious, he didn't know why Brother Lie Huo felt that Tian Tian was worth cultivating, he looked so unreliable, he was a child, and he was afraid that big trouble would happen if he dealt with the printing factory.Ye Shun hoped that Zhuang Mo would help, so he put aside Li Huo's suggestion and assigned tasks to Zhuang Mo.But as soon as he talked to Zhuang Mo, Tian Tian actively interposed between the two of them: "I'll do it! Let me do it!"

Ye Shun wondered: When did Tian Tian become so active?He looked at the idle Zhuang Mo, and the overexcited Tian Tian, ​​and always felt that there was some dark PY transaction involved.

Zhuang Mo got up just right, and picked up his suit: "I'll go to the hospital to see the two leaders and report on the work situation."

Ye Shun: "..." How come he never thought of such a good excuse for being lazy? !

Zhuang Mo went to the hospital, went straight to Wu Lan, and reported to him about asking Song Peng's team to develop a WeChat applet. "New Painting" has accumulated a large number of readers in the past ten years, and some articles are only published in magazines. There are neither physical books nor online channels. In fact, they are out of print. If there is a place to store these contents, it must be Gather a wave of nostalgic fans and prepare for the future launch of the platform.Song Peng was eager to take the order, and the price he offered was not expensive, probably within 10 yuan, which was acceptable.

"What do we need a website for?"

"No one reads magazines these days."

Wu Lan was poked at the sore spot, and gave him an angry look: "So you are going to engage in your old business again?" Thinking about it, this guy used to be the boss of Guanwen, and he can't change it if he quits shit. "Don't you want to start a stallion website again!"

"With your plate, I can't handle the red dot." Zhuang Mo said, "First build a WeChat applet to attract a wave of traffic, and then acquire several small platforms to integrate our own website."

Wulan knows that if the company wants to develop, it cannot sail against the current and stand still. In the Internet age, it is a dead end not to work hard on the Internet.He also wanted to take this step before, but suffered from aging thinking and no connections. Now, seeing Zhuang Mo's strategizing, he acquiesced in Zhuang Mo's development concept for Jingyu.

But he immediately snorted: "I have no money!" Jingyu himself is about to go bankrupt, and he bought other websites? !What an idiot!

"If you don't have money, go for financing." Zhuang Mo said as if buying vegetables in the vegetable market.

Wu Lan's expression became serious: "The reason why I would rather go bankrupt than accept Guanwen's investment is that I'm afraid of being kidnapped by capital, which will affect our review standards for content."

"You can find someone outside the circle with a lot of stupid money, just invest money, not participate in the operation, and the company will remain in our hands."

Wulan: "..."

Wu Lan: "Is there such a good thing?"

"Now the country is vigorously promoting the cultural industry, hot money is coming in quickly, and everyone wants to get a share of it. A thin camel is bigger than a horse. With the copyright accumulation of "New Painting" for so many years, if you spread the word and ask for financing, investors will Step on your threshold. If you trust me, I can come forward and negotiate a good price for you."

"You want me to sell the company?" Wu Lan understood the hidden meaning in his words and narrowed her eyes.

"You are not strong enough alone, and you don't have enough money. If the company wants to develop, it must involve various forces. Do you still want to build a family business that will last forever? If your equity can be exchanged for one or two hundred million, Why not sell some of it?"

Wu Lan felt difficult to breathe.Although he is a respectable editor who treats money like dirt, Zhuang Mo calmly said one or two hundred million, how could he not even have six figures in his bank card? !

"Why do you help me like this? What benefits do you want?" Wu Lan made no secret of her vigilance.Zhuang Mo was too shrewd, he suspected that he had no good intentions.

Sure enough, Zhuang Mo slowly began to negotiate conditions: "Within two months, I will turn Jingyu into a profit, and you will give me stock options. I will buy shares at a price lower than the market price, and then help you complete the financing .”

"You take advantage of me?!"

"This is called technology investment." Zhuang Mo spread his hands, "Could it be that you think I will work for you for no reason?"

Wu Lan thought longer this time: "So you want to be Jingyu's shareholder?"

"Yes." He worked hard to bring Jingyu back to life and brought more resources to Jingyu. If he didn't have the right to speak, how could he ensure that Jingyu used these resources on Ren Mingqing?He is not so kind. To make a wedding dress for others, the person with the greatest vested interest must be his author.

Wu Lan sighed: "It seems that you think highly of my little ruined temple? Do you believe that Jingyu has development potential?"

"If it's me at the helm, yes; it's someone else, no. So it's not that I can't live without Jingyu, it's that Jingyu can't live without me."

"Then why are you coming to Jingyu? Why don't you just go wherever you want?!" Wu Lan also had a bad temper, so she didn't want to listen to his bragging.

"Jingyu is better than Jingyu." Zhuang Mo said, "I want to start from Jingyu to make the layout of the entire industry chain, and hold everything from the content source to all downstream industries in my hands."

Wulan: "..."

Wu Lan: "You really are a businessman."

"Businessman? No, of course not, I'm an editor." Zhuang Mo turned his face and looked at the sunshine outside the window, "I want to integrate resources as much as possible and praise my author. Only when I stand tall can he stand tall Gao, we all prosper and all lose. So I must become strong so that he will not be alone without a backing."

Wu Lan had been an editor all her life, and suddenly at that moment, she wondered if she had any misunderstandings about editing work.

At the same time, Tian Tian happily worked overtime in the office.Now he is no longer angry about working overtime, and he is no longer jealous of Zhuang Mo's leisure.Zhuang Mo did not have to use it, because he took his salary.Since he gets a double salary, doesn't he have to do the work for two people?Isn't the working time extended to 16 hours?Of course he doesn't go to work except to sleep, so as long as he can go home from get off work, he is making money.

Tian Tian's heart is full of gratitude, and he can't wait to compare Zhuang Mo's heart. Thanks to Zhuang Mo's blessing, his current monthly salary is 8554 yuan, which is [-] yuan a month if rounded up!white collar!Authentic white collar!

Naturally, Ye Shun didn't understand why a kid who just graduated from university could be so motivated, even when he was barely coping with the desk work and wanted to go out to visit dealers instead of brother Lihuo, he said empathetically "you go" .No wonder Brother Liehuo thinks he is worth cultivating. It is not easy to find such a natural workaholic.

Ye Shun knew that they were not on the same side. Considering that the magazine had already reached the final stage, there should be no problem. He left Tian Tian alone in the office to proofread: "After a while, Xiaosong will finish the typesetting. You can check it one last time, sign it, and send it to the printing press. The factory will do."

Tian Tian said: "I still haven't finished proofreading half the book!"

Brother Liehuo collapsed after half of his proofreading yesterday, so Xiaosong arranged half of the book, and now the rest became Tian Tian's work, Xiaosong urged him, and the printing factory also urged him, Tian Tian felt bitter.

Ye Shun was surprised that he did proofreading by himself: "Look for outsourcing."

Proofreading is also one of the tasks of editors. A manuscript can only be delivered to the printing factory after three proofreads. Because of the heavy workload, the company originally had a special post for proofreading.After colleagues left one after another, Brother Lie Huo took all the work of publishing, proofreading, and printing to the two of them, and Ye Shun originally complained.At this time, he wanted to go out to visit the dealer, so he asked Tian Tian to find someone to help.

What he means by "seeking help" is to outsource to a special proofreading team to complete the three schools. Some editors will take this external order because they are struggling to make ends meet.However, Tian Tian misunderstood what he meant.

Tian Tian wanted to find someone to help, but it was not easy, so he found a few well-connected netizens, sent them the manuscript, and asked them to help read the typos and sick sentences: "You guys have to read it six times for me! Six times!" He was the executive editor for the first time, and wanted to pursue a 200% effect.

There are many people and strength, and the text was quickly returned to him.Tian Tian hurriedly passed it to Xiaosong, and then sat behind him to urge the manuscript: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

As an American editor, Komatsu has become accustomed to working patiently under the pressure of editors.

The author dragged the manuscript, and the editor worked overtime; the editor dragged the manuscript, and the American editor worked overtime. He was very used to it. At this time, with a ponytail that hadn't been washed for 10 days, he patiently arranged the magazine.Fortunately, he was not idle last night. He finished all the designs that needed to be done, and only needed to fill in the proofreading draft. The progress was fast.By 6 p.m., the magazine finally came out.

"You check again..." The unshaven Xiaosong pushed his thick black-rimmed glasses, the bloodshot eyes made him look like a hell lord.

Tian Tian flipped through it in a hurry, signed it quickly, and passed the film production documents to the printing factory.As soon as the document was sent out, both of them breathed a sigh of relief together as if they had been constipated for ten days and finally unblocked.

"Are you going home?" Tian Tian asked.

Xiaosong shook his head, picked up the canvas bag with one hand: "I have to go to the hospital to accompany brother Lihuo."

Tian Tian joked: "The relationship is really good!"

Xiaosong is young and old, with an unshaven beard, long hair, and a little tweet behind his head. He looks like an artist with a weird temper, or a young and Dangerous boy who has been whitewashed. He did not expect to be so affectionate and righteous.

Now that Xiaosong took on the task of taking care of the executive editor, Tian Tian didn't plan to go: "Please convey to brother Lihuo that the magazine has been produced!" He was so excited that yeah.Xiao Song pushed his glasses and solemnly said that he must bring them.

Tian Tian stayed in the office and worked overtime until he signed the printing confirmation form returned by the printing factory, and then dragged his exhausted body back to his small rental house.

At 8:[-] p.m. the next day, Tian Tian was playing games at home, and the printing factory called him, saying that the magazine had finished printing and asked him to come over to check and accept it.Tian Tian thought to himself: The efficiency of the Great Printing Factory is high. Just yesterday when the final edition was given, [-] copies were printed.

He rushed to the printing factory excitedly, excitedly touched the glossy coated paper cover, and felt the paper with the residual warmth of the machine at his fingertips... He began to understand Brother Lihuo's saying, "Seeing the finished product will give you a sense of accomplishment." "What's the matter.He turned to Multidimensional Element's "Duansheli" at the first time, read the article again without blinking his eyes, and covered his face with the magazine and took a deep smell of the nice-smelling ink: Multidimensional Element's novels are printed in typeface , It feels even better!

This was the first time he personally participated in the process of making a book. Although his contribution was minimal, it still made him feel that his week had not been wasted.He literally flipped through the magazine that he grew up with with tears in his eyes, and his emotion was no less than that of an old father who saw the birth of his son.

According to brother Lihuo's instructions, he flipped through the finished product from beginning to end, and there were no typographical mistakes.With a sigh of relief, he folded the book once the dust had settled, reached for the disposable paper cup, and ran so far without moistening his throat.Unexpectedly, when drinking water, he accidentally dropped a drop of water on the cover, and he said "hey" and wiped it with his hand, which unexpectedly matched the Internet words on the cover.

Tian Tian: "!"

Uh... It seems that Brother Lihuo said last time... Be cautious when using internet language?

The author has something to say: [Edit knowledge small class]

Will the real magazine be as scary as the emerald magazine in "The World's First First Love" before the film is released?

Yes, because authors are forever procrastinating.The author likes to dance on the edge of the dead line.