Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

When Fried Dumpling pushed away from the editorial department building, there was a depressing rush inside, no one dared to make any noise, and everyone was buried in their work.

She sat down at her seat and switched on the phone, and whispered to the editor next door: "Why are you not talking?"

"Just now a female video editor laughed and was told to cry by Editor-in-Chief Sun." The editor whispered deeply, "Don't hit him at this juncture, Editor-in-Chief Sun seems to be one of the major shareholders of the nib. Well. Bamboo God is too cruel, he doesn't miss old feelings at all, this is a deadly move."

Fried dumplings pouted, thinking, what old love?Others don't know, but as the responsible editor of Zhu Congsheng, she is very clear about the grievances and grievances between Zhu Congsheng and Nib these years. Transfer Zhu Congsheng to her, a small editor who has just entered the industry and needs resources but no resources and no experience.

"If you want me to say, this is not a deadly attack. If you really want to die, you won't send a lawyer's letter to notify in advance. In addition, it will take a long time for the subsequent trial and sentence. There is such a long buffer period. You can go to turnover, even if the sentence is really heavy, it may not necessarily fall." Jianjiao said.

"Even if it doesn't fall, it's disabled. Half of the authors who were supposed to send over contract extensions today said that something happened and they should take it easy... Those small literature websites are all overjoyed, and they are probably signing wildly at the moment What about the author who ran away from us." The dominance of the pen nib family was doomed to be broken, and the editor shook his head, "Did you see the author benefits released by Hongye yesterday? Ye Ziming is really rich, even for ordinary authors. A lot of money, I don’t know if the editor’s salary is also..."

When he said this, his voice lowered, and he didn't mention it vaguely. Fried dumplings nodded to him clearly: "Anyway, make a plan early."

"Xiao Wang!" Editor-in-Chief Sun yelled at the door of his office, with a gloomy face, "Are you stuck here again today? Hurry up and come in!"

The editor at the next table gave her a helpless look, knowing that Jian Jiao probably wanted to tell her to deal with the follow-up of Zhu Congsheng's termination of the contract, so she quickly got up and went over.

No one was surprised, after all, she was the editor in charge of Zhu Congsheng, who knew that after ten minutes, the quarrel in the office became louder and louder, and the sound insulation board could not cover it, causing everyone to look at each other.After a while, the young girl pushed the door out with red eyes, quickly returned to her seat, took her bag, and walked straight out of the door.

"Give her a salary, get it now!" Editor-in-Chief Sun chased out from the office, still yelling behind her in frustration, "The company is going to be killed, and you're helping those two sluts! Our website can't support you, who eats inside and out! Tell me about the personnel affairs, and write me clearly why she was fired, and I will see which website dares to use her..."

Jian Dumpling couldn't hear the words behind, so she quickly went downstairs, squatted in a deserted place on the first floor of the pen nib headquarters, wiped away her tears, took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Zhu Congsheng, explaining the termination of the contract that Editor-in-Chief Sun just said Follow up.

If she doesn't finish this job, she doesn't know how long it will be delayed until the next editor takes over.Jianjiao conveyed all the matters that Editor-in-Chief Sun had explained before she quarreled with her just now, thought for a while, and typed again: "Bamboo God, I was fired just now. This account belongs to the company, and they probably will soon I changed my password, and I have been very happy working with you for a few years, goodbye. In fact, He Guang Tong Chen is my favorite author (sorry Bamboo God), please be good to both of you, and work hard in the future!"

She sent this message, but before she got a reply, her account was forcibly logged out.

Jian Jiao stared blankly at the phone for a while before realizing that everything was really over.

By chance, she worked with the top Supreme God in this professional circle for several years, and now Zhu Congsheng has broken through the barrier and went to a higher space, but her career ended because of her anger.

She has no regrets, and if she chooses again, she will still speak up when Editor-in-Chief Sun insults He Guang Tongchen and Zhu Congsheng, but... Editor-in-Chief Sun is so narrow-minded and determined to take revenge. Today, he offended him face to face. It's really hard to find a job as a web editor anymore.

...It's really a pity, Jianjiao thought.How she loves words!It is precisely because of love that I can't bear to listen to slanderous words that confuse right and wrong, and I would rather not work than lose my heart.

She rubbed her face, took a deep breath, and found a bathroom on the first floor to put on some fancy eye makeup for herself—since she was leaving, she had to leave this wretched place with her head held high!

Just after putting on makeup, the phone vibrated, and the fried dumpling was picked up to see that it almost fell off—the caller ID: bamboo overgrown.

When Zhu Congsheng just returned to China, she exchanged mobile phone numbers with her for emergency use. She almost forgot about it, and picked it up in a hurry: "Zhu... Zhushen? What's wrong, it's about the termination of the contract, is there any problem? ?”

"Hi, Editor of Fried Dumplings." A young and energetic male voice said, "Bamboo God asked me to call you, have you found another one?"

"Eh? I... I was fired, and I didn't leave home." She looked at the caller ID again in confusion, it was a bamboo-grown phone, it was right!She then asked, "You are?"

The man on the other end of the phone laughed "puchi", "I am your favorite author even if you are 'sorry bamboo god'."

Jianjiao exclaimed and covered her heart, wondering for a moment which was more exciting, "He Guangtongchen called her personally" or "The cell phone overgrown with bamboo was in Heguang Tongchen's hands early in the morning".

"Speaking of business...it's great that you haven't found a home yet." The voice on the phone said seriously, "The studio of Zhushen and I is short of an editor and assistant who is familiar with our two works. I want to ask you, are you willing to join the job?"

Editor-in-Chief Sun drove away the young editor who dared to say loudly in front of him that "this incident was originally the fault of the pen nib". The "tuk-tuk" sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the marble tiles came from far and near, and the door was pushed open. The editors looked up and saw that it was fried dumplings that had gone back and forth.

Regardless of everyone's surprised gazes, Jian Jiao went straight through the editorial office and slapped Editor-in-Chief Sun's office door unceremoniously.

Editor-in-Chief Sun roared angrily inside: "Who?! Knocking on the door so loudly, are you looking for scolding—"

The fried dumpling opened the door and went in without closing it, causing people outside to peep - I saw her slap a stack of money on Editor-in-Chief Sun's desk, and said with a nod, "Editor-in-Chief Sun, my new boss told me Well, they dug me away today, I resigned on my own, not by you. The personnel department paid me two months’ salary extra according to the dismissal settlement, and it’s all here, what do you want?”

Editor-in-Chief Sun never expected such a thing to happen. He was so angry that he couldn't even bother to put on the most basic self-restraint when the building was about to collapse. He yelled at the young girl and said: "What do you think you are! Renewing your boss, daydreaming? I guarantee you won't be able to survive in this business, take your money and get out!"

Jian Dumpling didn't show any fear, but laughed instead: "You're the one who won't be able to get along in this business, right? Hey, Bamboo God misses his old love and takes me into his studio. He Guang Tong Chen has a straightforward personality and is not short of money. I waved my hand and offered me a double salary. I really don’t like the two-month salary of the nib. I think that my old company is about to be sued for bankruptcy, so I came back here to give it to you. Is it better than nothing? Accept it, anyway, you and the nib only care about money, otherwise how could you ruin your work, condone plagiarism, and bring yourself down to where you are today?"

She finished speaking in one breath, and took a pleased look at Editor-in-Chief Sun, whose face was distorted, and stopped yelling at him, turned her head and walked away with her head held high and her high heels upright.

"Don't worry now?" Lu Lianguang handed Tang Cu the phone to read the news, "She has arrived at the studio."

Tang Cu took it over and saw that the nickname of the account that was talking to Lu Lianguang was "King of Fried Dumplings", so he knew that this was the new ID of Fried Dumplings.

"I asked her to change to a new ID and start working again. Who knew she said her surname was Wang..." Lu Lianguang said depressedly, and sent this account to Tang Cuo as he spoke, "The editor of Sweet and Sour Studio is called Jianjiao Wang, it sounds like a roadside restaurant."

Tang Cu didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He still understood the character of the editor he was in charge of. When he heard that she was fired at this juncture, he made a good guess. Now that the matter was settled, he relaxed and leaned on Lu Lianguang, I am going to delete the old "Fried Dumpling" account on the nib.

Looking at the words "I like being with the light the most" in the last message, and thinking that Lu Lianguang used this sentence to joke with the little girl just now... Tang Cu suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and shook the road The bright arms attracted his attention.

"What's wrong?" Lu Lianguang immediately put down the phone and asked gently.

"I'm the one..." Tang Cu felt a little embarrassed, feeling that he was messing with the jealousy of an innocent little girl, but he couldn't be reconciled, holding back his shame and whispered, "I'm the one, she...she's not."

Lu Lianguang was confused, "Who is he? What are you?"

"I, I am the one who I like the most... the one who lives with the light."

Lu Lianguang looked at the blush on his fair face as he said this, and his breathing became disordered.

"Tang Cu, I wanted to stop for a few days, but you recruited me now." He said in a deep voice.

"What? Wait, don't, don't take it off...how can it be, it's daytime! Let's go at night...uh..."