a winter fire

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I thought Zhou Hanzhang would mock me a few words, but in fact he didn't, instead he smiled and waved me to leave quickly.

This time, I really didn't linger at all, I quickly packed my things and went back to the company to do business.

The snow is still falling, and it is quite heavy. When I left Zhou Hanzhang before, I was either downcast or thinking about how to "deal with" him next, but this time, I was satisfied.

The leader told me to sign Zhou Hanzhang's book, but he didn't say that it must be "Yong Lane". Besides, no one knows the name of his new book except me. The book I carry in my schoolbag is enough for business. It's a bit human, at least my job can be kept for the time being.

but……

When I went to the company, I kept thinking about one thing. I began to wonder why the book "Yong Lane" is so significant?

Probably I am really too superficial to understand the reason why money is not earned.

But then again, Zhou Hanzhang really did his best to me. I stalked me so much that it even affected his daily life. Instead of throwing me out, he gave me a new book. I have to think about how to repay him. he.

Just like this, I went back to the company in the snow. The team leader was not in the office. It is said that he was called by the leader to talk.

The marketing sister saw me coming back, and was a little surprised: "Why are you back at this time?"

Seeing that it's time to get off work, I don't show up at the company very much recently. They probably think that I will be fired soon.

"Come to report to the team leader." I sat down in the cold, holding my schoolbag, like holding a big baby.

The marketing sister is really fast, and she is already writing a resignation application.

"Sister, do you really want to go?"

"Instead of waiting to be laid off, it is better to find a way out by yourself."

"But if you are laid off, will the company compensate you?"

She smiled: "But I can't get over that hurdle in my heart."

She saved the resignation application, raised her hand and picked up a stack of books on her desk: "Didn't you say you wanted to borrow these books from me when you first came here? I gave them all to you."

I was a little flattered: "Really?"

"Really, I changed careers directly, and I don't want to carry these books with me anymore." She said, "Sometimes I wonder why we are in this business."

She took a sip of water and smiled: "It is said that a good editor must be altruistic, not only that, but also be able to endure. A successfully published book is the treasure of the author and the editor. We all hope that it will be as good as it is when it is born." With a golden spoon in my mouth, I hope that sales and word of mouth will rise all the way, but the reality is often not as expected, and many good books have no chance to be seen at all.”

She raised her eyebrows and asked me, "Do you know why?"

I nodded. Although I can only be regarded as an "editor apprentice" so far, I don't know much about the job content of her marketing editorial position, but I often buy books and read books, so I can probably understand a thing or two.

Nowadays, book lists can be seen everywhere. Where there are lists, there are "operations". After all, the lists are also manipulated by capital. It is not denied that there are good books on the lists, but some books have limited audiences and the ability of publishers. And the funds are limited, even if it is published with great effort, the final result may be from slow sales to destruction.

When the books I made by myself were destroyed, it felt like a kind of spirit being destroyed. I watched that spirit turn into pulp, and sold it to the pulp mill at a price of one kilogram.

This is really tormenting people, and it will take away the energy and spirit of people.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't pass on this kind of negative energy to you." The marketing sister put down her glass and stretched her waist, "I didn't work in marketing before. When I first came here, I was a book editor. At present, our company does not have a dedicated book marketing position, and we, the editors, will find a way to recommend it after the book is published. It is really difficult, but it is really rewarding to make a good book.”

She looked at me with a smile: "It is said that our industry has high barriers to entry and low income, which is unbearable for ordinary people, and I often have doubts about what supports my monthly salary of several thousand yuan. Keep going. In a city like ours, it’s thousands of yuan a month, and more than half of the salary for renting a house is gone. But I have to say, I’ve been working for more than ten years, and I still remember the first time I got it to make it myself. When I read the book, it was snowing heavily that day, and I ran to have a drink with the book alone, and felt that my ideal had come true.”

I felt a little uncomfortable hearing it, but I didn't know what to say. In our industry, which has been bad-mouthed every day, there are always a large number of people with passionate ideals and beliefs supporting us.

"Come on," she said to me, "burn it up before being cornered by reality, and run for the ideal again, it's good, at least you won't regret it when you get old."

After she finished speaking, she got up to fetch water, and I sat there holding my schoolbag and pondering over her words.

"Team leader!" Before I could figure out what to do, I saw the team leader coming out of the leader's office.

The team leader was also disheartened, and he was extremely depressed.

"Why are you back?" The team leader glanced at me.

I quickly took out Mr. Zhou's notebook and ran over to find the team leader.

The team leader sat there sighing, muttering about our department losing money again at the end of the year.

"Team leader, I got Teacher Zhou's new book."

"Oh."

oh?So indifferent?

"Wait a minute, whose new book is it?"

I smiled slightly, somewhat proudly: "Teacher Zhou, Zhou Hanzhang."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-11-1615:54:50~2020-11-1706:57:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Yunshen 1;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Boss Xi’s dog leg, Cang Ji’s Xiao Jinglin 1;

Thank you to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Boss Xi’s son-in-law, no need for four or six bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!