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Zhuang Mo declined the lunch invitation of all the new colleagues, and went to Lian's house to settle his residence.He walked through the financial center and saw Tan Si's interview being played on the huge roof screen, so he couldn't help but stop.Wearing a white shirt and jeans, Tan Si still looks like an ordinary young man from before, but his exquisite hairstyle betrays his personality.He talked endlessly about how he struggled from being a little dick to the top of the list of writers: typing while working part-time, taking a cold shower in the middle of the night to refresh himself, writing all night in an Internet cafe full of second-hand cigarettes... The host was inspired by this The story is deeply moved, even though these plots have been shown thousands of times in different channels.

The last night when he left Guanwen came to Zhuang Mo's mind.After the handover, he walked out of the office. Behind him, Xu Wei walked to his place and told the people below to throw away his notebook: "The bookshelf is full of manuscripts, which take up too much space." Among these manuscripts are the complete volumes of "The Paradise" Text revision, there are also Tan Si's publicity proposals, ranging from five-year planning to small character image design. In the era of rampant PPT, Zhuang Mo still likes to sort out the workflow with paper and pen.

The pages behind were flying, and in the door that was gradually closing, Tan Si was leaning on the edge of the pool table and wiping the cue sticks, smiling indifferently, and had nothing to do with himself.

When Zhuang Mo thought of this, he was neither sad nor angry, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.The man he once fought for now seemed so alien that he was watching a reality show.Tan Si on the big screen began to introduce a film project he had recently participated in. Zhuang Mo started his legs again, strode forward, and resumed his own pace.

"Are you renting a house?" When approaching Lian's house, a hesitant voice came from under his feet.

Zhuang Mo lowered his head, facing a pair of big and bright eyes, filled with regret.It was a face between a teenager and a young man, dressed in a cheap T-shirt and shorts, with a pair of dirty sneakers on his legs - obviously not the fashionable effect that the manufacturer deliberately pursued.Probably out of the mentality of "It's already so dirty anyway...", the young man smashed the cans, and sat on the steps in front of the Lian's house with his slender legs open, with a pen and paper in his hand. Write down.Under Zhuang Mo's gaze, he hastily hid the pen and paper in his trouser pocket, took out a few small cards, and stood up bravely: "If you rent a house... I have a bedroom there, long-term and short-term rentals are fine. Air conditioning There are utilities, bathrooms, kitchens, refrigerators and microwave ovens, which cost [-] yuan a month, and you can inspect the house at any time.”

The card reads: Ren Mingqing, 138xxxxxxxx, Room 13, Building 1408, Golden Dragon Garden

"Okay, thank you." Zhuang Mo took it politely, because the young man was too much like a junior high school student who was handing over a love letter but was afraid of being rejected.

Zhuang Mo's good attitude made Ren Mingqing heave a sigh of relief.In fact, Ren Mingqing regretted it as soon as he said it. The man in front of him is obviously not his target customer.He exudes an elite demeanor, he should have just parked a luxury car in a nearby parking lot, and he also has a three-story out-of-print villa in a national 5A scenic spot on the outskirts of the city.He would never rent his 15-square-meter second bedroom, and would be displeased by his offense.At this time, the man said thank you to him with a normal face, which was already a HE that exceeded his expectations.He smiled shyly at the man, and instead of trying to sell him, he turned around and left with a blushing face.If it was normal, if the other party accepted his small card, he would definitely take someone to see the house immediately, but now this... rent a house?Impossible, impossible, impossible in this life.

Zhuang Mo glanced at his receding back, and found that his left leg was slightly limp.No wonder the legs are so slender, it turned out to be disabled.

Zhuang Mo pushed the door open, and sat down to inspect the house amidst the warm welcome from the agent.The agent caught a glimpse of the small card in his hand: "The little bastard outside the door gave it to you? Don't rent his house."

"Oh?" Zhuang Mo's eyes scanned the listing listing, and he had no intention of doing so.

"He rented a small apartment in Jinlong Garden, but he didn't have a serious job, so he couldn't pay the rent soon, and started looking for a co-tenant. Do you understand? He is a second landlord. It is stated in the rental contract that subletting is not allowed. I don't know when I will be evicted by the landlord. The most important thing is—" The agent lowered his voice, "He hits people every time!"

This time, Zhuang Mo's eyes finally moved to his face: "Him, hit someone?"

"It's true! Three tenants were kicked away!"

"He has bad legs. He is very thin. He is also very shy."

"But he beat people! It's absolutely true! A few days ago, he just beat up a big man in the Northeast. It is said that he was drunk in the middle of the night and quarreled with him.

Zhuang Mo looked in the direction in which the young man was leaving, and felt that his contrast was huge and his personality was bizarre.

In the afternoon, Brother Liehuo took two novices to familiarize themselves with the work process: "A meeting is held in the middle of each month to discuss the theme of the next monthly issue; a call for papers is issued to the outside world, and manuscripts are received and proofread by old authors; new manuscripts in the mailbox are usually processed. Complete the first and second trials; you also have to participate in the compilation of some columns and interactions; select topics for the authors you bring at the beginning of each year, and publish a booklet before the summer and winter vacations... What's the problem?"

Tian Tian rolled his eyes at Zhuang Mo: Look!See what people say!Everyone is new, why are you pretending in front of me?

"There are still five days before the deadline for submissions, and there are still 5 words of space left. Hurry up and accept a wave of manuscripts, and get to know the authors by the way. Do you know our acceptance requirements? Short stories of 7000-15000 words, youth Xiang, the remuneration is 150-300 thousand words." Brother Liehuo gestured to Ye Shun, "You sort out the authors and divide them into several belts. Zhuang Mo has relevant experience in the industry, and Xiao Tian was born in the Department of Chinese. The style is very familiar, and there is no problem with the review level."

Tian Tian walked obediently to Ye Shun's side and watched him open the QQ list, and the groups of "Key Authors", "Common Authors", and "Lay Dead Authors" popped up. The total number of friends has reached 3000, and new news is still emerging.Tian Tian was dumbfounded: "You know so many authors?"

Ye Shun smiled tactfully: "There are quite a lot of people writing books now." He clicked on "Key Authors", copied all the friends under the group to Tian Tian, ​​and briefly explained the personalities and writing characteristics of each author.Tian Tian found out with shame that he really didn't know any of these people.Those who used to be serialized in "New Painting" were Sihai Zongheng, Xuanyuan, Tan Si and other bigwigs, but now they may only be Bai Shangshang who is barely famous.

Ye Shun talked for a while, but Tian Tian didn't even hear her name, so he couldn't help asking: "Where's Bai Shangshang?" He was quite curious about this beautiful writer.Although he no longer bought "New Painting", every time he passed the newsstand, he would check to see if there was a cover photo of her.

Ye Shun stopped laughing: "She is my author, I will bring it myself." His tone was serious like a warning.

Tian Tian stuck out his tongue, and returned to his place holding the phone.Zhuang Mo had already sat down in the cubicle next door.He didn't go to Ye Shun's side to take over the work at all, but asked Brother Liehuo for all the samples of "New Painting" in recent years. At this time, he was submerged in several tall stacks of magazines, flipping through each one quickly .Because of the extra pair of silver-rimmed glasses, the originally handsome and indifferent face added a bookish look.

"Aren't you going to make an appointment? The deadline is five days later." Although Tian Tian thought he was annoying, but the two of them were newcomers here, and he couldn't help but want to make small talk with Zhuang Mo.

QQ flashed, Brother Liehuo reconfirmed the task of soliciting papers in the work group: "After three days, everyone must submit at least one manuscript."

"How did it become three days?!" Tian Tian frantically copied and pasted the self-introduction and reminder information to each author.

"You need to reserve time for reviewing the manuscript. If the manuscript fails, you have to make it up again." Zhuang Mo finally refrained from opening his mouth. "The time is too tight, and 99% of the authors you contact can't do this job. Why don't they take it urgently?" If you don’t accept the manuscript, you won’t be able to write well.”

Tian Tian: "..."

Tian Tian: "That's better than giving up on yourself."

Zhuang Mo didn't respond.Tian Tian glanced at him, and found that he was very meaningless, still doing his own thing in a rigid manner, which made his personal attacks look extremely pale and weak.He launched an offensive again angrily: "There are many online writers who can update [-] a day, and a manuscript in three days is very easy for them."

"Novels and short stories are two different things, and web articles and magazine manuscripts are also two different things." Zhuang Mo closed the magazine in his hand and quickly changed one. His reading speed can be called ten lines at a glance, "And generally speaking, With a hand speed of 150 updates per day, I don’t like your [-]-word remuneration.”

"Brother Lie Huo said 150-300 thousand words?"

Zhuang Mo finally looked at him squarely, as if a kind old father was looking at his silly son with Down syndrome: "150-300 thousand characters in the solicitation letter means 150 thousand characters."

Tian Tian: "..."