Shoulder to shoulder

Meals are eaten in the shopping mall, and the bathroom needs to go out of the store and make two turns to get there.

Jian Xuezhou got up and walked in front, and Bi Guo followed her closely, turned the first corner, and left the crowded area.

There is a whole green plant landscape wall and a recessed hidden space, which is much easier to talk about than a real toilet.

So Bi Guo grabbed Jian Xuezhou's wrist when she was about to turn the second bend.

Jian Xuezhou looked back at her and asked her what she meant with his eyes.

Bi Guo dragged the person into the secret space, let go, opened his mouth a few times, his cheeks puffed up like a puffed fish.

Jian Xuezhou looked funny, and was not in a hurry, waiting for her quietly with arms folded.

Bi Guo finally said, "I, I don't like that person."

"Which one?" Jian Xuezhou asked.

"That man." Bi Guo said.

"Didn't I introduce it to you? Didn't remember the name?"

"remember."

"Remember that you are still here telling me if you like it or not?" Jian Xuezhou raised his eyebrows, feeling a little funny.

The man in Bi Guo's mouth is Xin Yuan. He is a well-known best-selling author. He has published two books before, but he has not signed a death contract.Now that the third book is in preparation, he took the initiative to find Jian Xuezhou for dinner, and he originally intended to cooperate with White Oak.

Jian Xuezhou can run or not on this trip, that is to say, seeing that Bi Guo is going to be bald in the past two days, he deliberately gathers people together and makes an appointment for a dinner.

When Bi Guo told Jian Xuezhou about his plan one, two, three, he was straightforward, and now he was serious, and even used the word "dislike" to exclude Jian Xuezhou's good intentions.

Jian Xuezhou couldn't figure it out, but combined with what Bi Guo had done before and after, he felt quite able to figure it out.

If this little brat knew what was good and bad, he wouldn't just say to Wang Ze that the book signed by him was "too bad".

Probably the expression on Jian Xuezhou's face became serious, but Bi Guo didn't answer her question right away.

She lowered her head and hesitated for a few seconds, and when she looked up again, not only did she not admit her mistake, but the light in her eyes turned even more stubborn.

"Remember, I don't like it even more." Bi Guo said.

Jian Xuezhou smiled angrily and asked her, "What don't you like?"

"The books he wrote are devoid of nutrition." Bi Guo picked the most high-sounding one and said first.

"Heh..." Jian Xuezhou almost wanted to slap her, "Which books do you think published by White Oak are nutritious? Whose books do you think are nutritious among the website authors you are looking for?"

Bi Guo lowered his eyes and said, "It's different."

"What's the difference?"

"Internet literature is Internet literature. Internet literature can be Su Shuang, it can be drama, and it is all based on the strength of the work itself to attract readers."

"What do you mean?" Jian Xuezhou looked at her.

Bi Guo glanced at her secretly: "Even if the online articles are not nutritious, at least they don't pretend to be aggressive, don't show their faces, and don't engage in false marketing."

Jian Xuezhou couldn't hold back, raised his hand quickly and accurately, and knocked on Bi Guo's head.

"Ah!" Bi Guo covered his head and yelled.

Jian Xuezhou turned around and walked back, Bi Guo trotted to follow, and asked her like a donkey: "Sister Jian! Did I say something wrong!"

"You are right, you are very right." Jian Xuezhou's voice was calm, but his face was already so cold that it could drop ice.

After several trials, Bi Guo dared to touch Jian Xuezhou's hand before entering the store: "Sister, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." Jian Xuezhou twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a fake smile, "I just don't want to worry about you."

Bi Guo was taken aback and didn't dare to speak at all.

When the two returned to the dinner table again, their status had completely changed.

Jian Xuezhou's attitude is much colder, and when he doesn't speak, he is a standard iceberg beauty.

Xin Yuan started the topic several times, but was dismissed by Jian Xueyi's word on Monday, and the awkward atmosphere enveloped the four of them like a dark cloud.

But Bi Guo went from being wrong at the beginning, to being inexplicably angry, and now, he has completely become cautious.

She took care of the food for the four people at the dinner table, poured water, called the waiter, and performed the duties of a junior to the fullest.

Overall, this meal was very strange.

Both sides came with the purpose of discussing business matters, but in the end they couldn't get a word of business down. The four of them looked at each other, puzzled by each other.

It started in a hurry and ended in a hurry.

After sitting in Jian Xuezhou's car, Biguo's excessive jealousy and emotions finally disappeared, and the tension after doing something wrong reached its peak.

She looked at Jian Xuezhou, who stared straight ahead expressionlessly. The car was driving in the neon lights of the city, and the air was anxious and quiet.

"Sister." Bi Guo called out, his voice as soft as possible, "I have read Xin Yuan's book, and I have no problem with chicken soup literature, but he is not writing, he is packaging himself as an idol."

"Speaking of writing novels and stories, I still have a little understanding of how an author grows and succeeds, and I can give guidance as an editor. But if I want to create characters and shoot beautiful photo albums, I am not good at it. Can't take it."

Bi Guo turned sideways and lightly poked Jian Xuezhou's arm: "Sister, I know you are doing my best. I am very grateful to you. If you are angry and want to punish me, you can do whatever you want, but you said you will leave me alone... ..."

Bi Guo smiled: "We live together, we don't see each other when we look up, we are under the same roof, how can we not care about it?"

She babbled a lot, like a little Tang monk chanting scriptures.

Jian Xuezhou felt that the scene and feeling were a little familiar. Thinking about it carefully, the same situation happened last time, but two days ago.

They were also angry with the little wolf cub, and the same two drove home, and when the wolf cub talked about them all the way, they couldn't get angry at all when they got home.

Jian Xuezhou glanced at her, and said sarcastically, "You're not good at taking photo albums?"

Bi Guo smiled and showed a row of shiny teeth: "Sister, you always praise me for taking good photos, but in fact, my level is very average."

Yo, these words have become a compliment.Jian Xuezhou grinned and didn't answer.

Bi Guo said again: "I still write novels better."

Jian Xuezhou uncontrollably thought of the life-saving talisman that this person mentioned before, so it can be seen that he was really worrying about it today.

"Oh." Jian Xuezhou sent her a word.

Bi Guo was shocked and stared wide-eyed: "Of course, what I'm talking about is the comparative value of my skills. My level is the bottom end in the industry."

Jian Xuezhou didn't speak, and Bi Guo blinked: "It's incomparable to my idol."

"You have an idol again?" Jian Xuezhou asked smoothly.

"As I said," Bi Guo looked very serious, "The author I like is my life's dream."

Jian Xuezhou turned his head and saw that the light in Bi Guo's eyes was even brighter than the lights outside the car.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat and she almost blurted out: Do you still remember Zhou Xingqiao?

But such a thing as being passionate, in the end it locked his mouth.Jian Xuezhou became famous early, and the sooner he became famous, the more burdened he would be.

With the words "young writer" on her back, she is destined to bear more doubts. What's more, her creative direction has never had many readers.

In a narrow circle, he can be regarded as a character.But once out of this circle, who knows who "Zhou Xingqiao" is.

Because of this inner fluctuation, Jian Xuezhou had nothing to say all the way.

Bi Guo also calmed down, and only when he got home, he went to a small shop to buy a cup of rose jelly that Jian Xuezhou liked, carefully held it in front of Jian Xuezhou, and said to her: "Sister, I will apologize to you."

Jian Xuezhou took the jelly, and Bi Guo happily said, "I know you're so good, I've stopped being angry for a long time."

After a whole night of tossing, the next Monday, I still have to get up early to go to work.

Bi Guo was full of energy and rushed towards the bus stop with his bag on his back. Jian Xuezhou watched from afar, and once again couldn't help sighing in his heart: It's good to be young.

In the next two days, Jian Xuezhou went on a business trip, and when he came back, after counting the time, he had already reached Bi Guo's deadline.

So the taxi didn't go home directly, and turned a corner to White Oak.

There was still half an hour before get off work, Jian Xuezhou went upstairs and went directly to the editorial hall on the 26th floor.

After two steps in, she found that Bi Guo was not at the work station, and Wang Ze's place was still empty.

The personnel clearly said that Wang Ze came to sell the vacation today.

Jian Xuezhou walked over and asked Hao Mengmeng who was staring at the computer intently: "Where is your team leader?"

Hao Mengmeng trembled visibly to the naked eye, looked up at Jian Xuezhou, and answered her in a trembling voice: "Team leader, here."

"where?"

"Just... just went to the small meeting room."

Jian Xuezhou glanced at the place next to Hao Mengmeng: "Where's Bi Guo?"

"I went too." Hao Mengmeng replied quickly this time, "I went with the team leader."

"Okay." Jian Xuezhou turned around, instead of going in the direction of the small conference room, she went upstairs.

Since Wang Ze said how to deal with it, Jian Xuezhou can't appear in the working meeting of the group now.

In the first year she came to White Oak, she decided on the grouping system. The personnel changes and specific performance appraisals of each group were formulated within the group. As long as it was within a reasonable range, the upper management of the company would not interfere.

What's more, Jian Xuezhou also told Bi Guo that she would not care about this matter.

In the general manager's office on the 27th floor, Jian Xuezhou opened the door and walked in. The indoor windows were bright and clean.

Jian Xuezhou came to the computer, entered the password, and entered an interface that only she had permission to view.

Of the four small conference rooms on the 26th floor, two are in use, and one of them is indeed the Huaze group.

Jian Xuezhou can't go to the scene to interfere, but can only be a bystander, watching the progress of the matter from the perspective of monitoring and overlooking.

To her surprise, not only Wang Ze and Bi Guo, but also Han Ju and Zi Xuan were present at the group meeting of Hua Ze Group.

Although Zixuan was sitting and covering up a pornographic model, Jian Xuezhou could still see that her belly was already very big.

White Oak has always strived to be at the top of the industry in terms of employee benefits, and the maternity leave is extended. Zixuan has not been to the company for a long time.

There is no need to come now, even if there is something to deal with, the network contact is enough.

The four of them sat facing each other in a strange pattern.

Wang Ze, Han Ju, and Zi Xuan were in a row, and Bi Guo was alone, holding a folder that had already been handed out.

Wang Ze asked a question, and Bi Guo began to answer. Her lips moved, her expression was obviously emotional, but her body movements were smooth, and she was still able to control the situation.

Wang Ze glanced at the document in his hand after listening to a few words, Han Ju simply ignored Bi Guo, and just stared at the document, while Zi Xuan, who had wrinkled the document in his hand, stared at the person opposite without blinking. .

Suddenly, Zixuan stood up, threw the documents out of his hands, pointed at the few pieces of paper, and looked excited.

Jian Xuezhou endured it, but he still couldn't, took out the earphones from the drawer, and turned on the monitoring device.

Still within her purview, but would have been for the minutes in case it was needed.

Jian Xuezhou put on the earphones, and asked himself in a low voice: Do you have selfish intentions?

The volume was not adjusted, and Zixuan's high-spirited voice burst out from the earphones: "What do you know! You are right now, if this book can't be sold, whose fault is it!"

Jian Xuezhou frowned, a little unbelievable that an old editor who had been there for many years could shout such a question to a newcomer.

Publishing is doing business, and it is absolutely not anyone's responsibility if the book fails to sell.There may be problems in any link, from Jian Xuezhou, who makes the decision, to the editor of the preliminary review.

Whose is it?There are so many unsold books in the warehouse, not all of them belong to the company.

This is the risk corresponding to the income, how can it be thrown to an employee.

But that employee, who was so full of money and didn't work enough for a week's workday, took it directly.

"It's mine." Bi Guo said.

Jian Xue slapped his palm on the table on Monday, shaking the water glass and making his fingertips numb.

Zixuan sneered, and asked her, "What's the algorithm?"

"If the company loses money with this book, I will make up for the loss." Bi Guo didn't hesitate at all.

Jian Xuezhou didn't take a picture of the table this time, she looked at Bi Guo's stupid, pure, and fearless face, and gritted her molars.

Zixuan said: "Can you afford it?"

Bi Guo replied: "This is none of your business."

Zixuan smiled at Wang Ze: "My lord, remember to ask Bi Guo to sign a letter of responsibility, which is clearly written in black and white, so as not to slap your ass and run away when you don't accept it."

Wang Ze didn't speak, but waved to her, signaling her to sit down.

Zi Xuan rattled the chair, and finally sat down.

Wang Ze was about to speak, when Bi Guo looked at her: "Leader, I just need you to give the most fair judgment, can this book be signed B?"

Wang Ze said: "Yes."

"Okay, that's it." Bi Guo stood up and stared at her, "I will bear the loss, so all the editing commissions are mine?"

Wang Ze smiled: "You are not yet qualified to be an editor-in-chief, and you will need Han's assistance for the rest of your work."

"Hanju, will you share the loss with me?" Bi Guo turned his head and asked.

Han Ju looked up and said indifferently, "Of course not."

Bi Guo spread his hands: "Look, team leader, I don't want to. So I'll do this job alone. Whether I earn or lose, it's all my own."

"What about mine?" Wang Ze asked with a smile.

Bi Guo also laughed, and continued to provoke in a joking tone: "Then don't ask for it."

Seeing this, Jian Xuezhou, a bystander, felt somewhat refreshed inappropriately.

Does she have selfishness?

As long as it is an individual, there is no selfishness.