Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

"Editor Gao He?" The new editor Yi Linshou replied without hesitation, "He is a very reliable senior."

Editor Juchuan, who was working beside him, vomited falsely.

At eight o'clock in the morning—this is a very comfortable time—Editor Gao He rushed out of the editorial office with his folder, and what he left on his post was a scribbled leave form.

Editor Juchuan clicked twice when he saw that kind of paper.

In this era, is there still someone who writes a leave note with a pen and paper?

At this time, the editor-in-chief Yi Linshou just took the coffee and walked over, only to see her senior call her over with earnestness.So she ran over in a hurry.

"Senior Tachibana River?"

Relying on his several years of experience, he is considered an old man in this office.Ju Chuan asked: "Look at this word, what do you see?"

Editor-in-chief Yi Linshou only saw a line of messy fonts that seemed to faint.

She said: "...It's kind of ugly. It's like spinach that's wilted the next day."

"I thought you would brag about this word out of conscience—"

Several question marks popped up in Yi Linshou's head.

Editor Juchuan patted the editor on the shoulder, "You have to learn to see the essence through the phenomenon." Under the puzzled eyes of the other party, he showed a caring smile like an old mother, "What you see is not just a piece of advice, but Your predecessor—Editor Gao He sacrificed his life for performance and worked diligently for his spiritual quality.”

Editor-in-chief Yilin Shou paused.

"Understood, I will learn!" She said against her conscience.

Editor Gao He looked like a dog when he walked out of the editorial office, a typical industry elite's attire.

He is now going to No. 4 Dongqing Road, which is the home of the author Osamu Dazai, to press for the manuscript.

There are not many editors who dare to go to the author's house to urge the manuscript.One is because in the modern age with advanced networks, all communication can be carried out online; but sometimes when the negotiation fails, party A will call party B [-] times and party B will not answer.At this time, it is much more effective to come to the door.

However, in order to cope with various problems in life and delayed manuscripts, the vast majority of authors will not disclose their home addresses to their editors—in fact, no normal person will casually give their home number tell others.

For Osamu Dazai, an editor is a magical creature that sits between the realms of strangers and the useless but impossible.If you retreat four times and return five times, you will be a stranger.

Strangers = people who are not allowed to tell others their house number.

So during the period when he just took over the author Osamu Dazai, all the communication between editor Gao He and the author was carried out online.

The very usual communication between the editor and the author... until the author's manuscript was submitted on time at the beginning and then it was not handed in for several months, and there were several big shots who wanted to make each other famous by name. After that, editor Gao He felt that he had fallen into hell.

The other party died without replying to the text message.

die.All.No.back.

The boss said that if the manuscript is not available, the next day he will see the head of a certain young and middle-aged man in the Mediterranean on the desk in his office.

—Of course it's an exaggeration.

But editor Gao He really panicked.

However, there is no such thing as an absolute path.God always favors those who work hard like him.

One day in July, the cicadas were noisy and the forest was more than quiet.Just as Editor Gao He was lying on the table thinking hard about what kind of hard work could impress the draft writer, an intern assistant came into his sight.

"I heard that he came in through connections." Editor Juchuan turned his chair and said to him, "But minors can only fight in the office."

At that time, editor Gao He focused all his attention on how to get the manuscript, and he didn't want to pay attention to the other party at all.

Dusk slipped away from his blank mind.Editor Gao He only felt that he had wasted a day of his life.

He has lost a day of his life.

A certain leader said that workers are the most honorable.

Editor Gao He only felt that he was ashamed of the spiritual connotation of this sentence.

He made coffee and decided to get down to business.Passing by the desk of the intern assistant who was underage, very unreliable at first glance, who came in through the back door.

His eyeballs were about to pop out.

There was a messy stack of copy paper on the desk of the other party. The A4-sized paper was densely packed with black fonts, and the top one on the top of the pile had a bold black title: "Setting Sun"

"setting sun"?

Is that the monologue with women as No.1? ?

Is it the one he has been urging desperately for the past few days? ? ?

"Ah... Mochizuki-kun."

The kid who came in through the back door was called Mochizuki.Editor Gao He thought that was probably a pseudonym.

But the other party's hair color is indeed as bright as moonlight.It was so bright that he once thought that the other party had dyed his hair and polished it.

The white-haired boy turned his head when he heard the call.Those golden-purple eyes formed lakes under the light.

"Mr. Gao He?"

The first thing the boy did after he walked into this office was to remember the names of all the people present.

It is a truth to have a good relationship with colleagues.

Editor Gao He tried his best to show a generous smile, "Mochizuki-kun, you are holding the manuscript of Osamu Dazai."

"It's a teacher's novel."

Editor Gao He felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that the other party's address seemed a little more intimate than his.

"Are you proofreading the first seven chapters?" So far, "Setting Sun" has been serialized to Chapter 7.

The boy had a rather puzzled look on his face.

"The first seven chapters have been proofread a long time ago. The teacher asked me to check whether there is any conflict between Chapter 9 and the previous ones. She suddenly forgot whether she had written about Meizhi before."

"There is no such character. Chapter 9...Chapter 9?!" Editor Gao He's mind became dull, "It's not Chapter 7, it's not Chapter 8, it's Chapter 9?"

Could it be that he misremembered the serialization of "Setting Sun"?

"Uh," facing the senior's sudden madness, the boy flinched, "The teacher just remembered that I haven't handed in the manuscript for a long time, so—"

Editor Gao He just wanted to laugh at him.

Just remembered?Is his daily reminder something that doesn't exist?

The boss can't afford to be provoked.

Especially the kind of big boss with several local tyrants standing behind him.

It was from that day that editor Gao He realized that this boy was a good entry point.

After all, the other party got manuscripts that even he couldn't get.

Judging from his many years of experience in the industry, there must be tricks in it.

Under his fierce pursuit or the opponent's mouth breaking, the white-haired boy said, "After all, I have to go back and cook for the teacher."

Editor Gao He's question at the time was: "If you work overtime, you can get a raise in salary. Do you want to consider it?"

The other party immediately refused, saying: "After all, I have to go back and cook for the teacher."

Editor Gao He's brainstorming began.

Mr. Osamu Dazai actually used a minor. Is this the loss of humanity or the loss of morality?

So on the same day, editor Gao He enthusiastically proposed to send the other party home.

For good reason: the trams stopped; taxis cost a lot of money; they foster camaraderie.

The new little colleague really believed his nonsense and was willing to let editor Gao He send him home.

On that day, editor Gao He found a new way to urge manuscripts—door-to-door.

Atsushi Nakajima rested his chin while waiting for Osamu Dazai to finish his breakfast.

No rushing to wash dishes or piling up dishes to wash at night.

He loves weekends.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

"Remember to see if it's that troublesome guy Yagi Toshinori first." Osamu Dazai yawned.

Yagi Toshinori was a guest who came to visit a few days ago.It was a thin, blond man with skin sunken into his bones, and Atsushi Nakajima was often worried that he would collapse in his own home.

The first time Yagi Jundian vomited blood at his home, he was scared to death.But the teacher was so used to it that he didn't show the slightest bit of frightened expression.

The teacher made Mr. Yagi No.2 the most troublesome person he has ever encountered in his life.

As for the number one... Sorry, he hasn't seen it yet, or heard it mentioned by the teacher.

Atsushi Nakajima opened a small crack in the door, and the old face that had already entered menopause almost slipped in.

"Senior Gao He!" He subconsciously screamed.

Editor Gao He put on a face (he made sure that there was nothing wrong with his attire), "Good morning, Mochizuki-kun. Is Osamu Dazai at home?"

Atsushi Nakajima immediately switched his status to intern assistant Mochizuki.

The honest boy couldn't help but glance back at the dinner table.

"Idiot? Even a fool like this knows I'm at home." Osamu Dazai yelled.

Atsushi Nakajima is now so embarrassed that his face is burning a little.

"Um……"

He knew the purpose of Editor Gao He's visit.

"The teacher said she hasn't had much inspiration lately."

— One of the major (false) reasons why authors procrastinate.

"But it's been three months this time, and Mr. Osamu Dazai has changed from the author of the weekly update to the author of the monthly update."

"Ji, Ji Geng's author?" Nakajima Atsushi said this with some trembling.

Editor Gao He grabbed the door of their house in an octopus state, which put Atsushi Nakajima in a dilemma.

"Teacher..." He had no choice but to ask Osamu Dazai for help.

However, when he turned his head again, the black-haired woman had long since disappeared.

It's time to slip away.

He felt quite hopeless.

Editor Gao He was also very desperate.

"If I can't deliver the manuscript to Mr. Ju Yong (the boss) tomorrow, I can go to see him."

This is the deadline.

A few days ago, Atsushi Nakajima was studying at Xiongying, and Osamu Dazai didn't go out every day, so he had to hit a wall.

Today is the only chance.

Atsushi Nakajima looked very embarrassed.

The embarrassing fingers are almost tied into a bow.

The author has something to say: / The publication order of the works in this article (Ms. Dazai Osamu's three-dimensional work) is different from its original publication order.

/Why is editor Gao He the best in the audience? ? ?And Uncle Ou appeared on the stage, and Uncle Ou is committed to mediating the relationship between the husband and wife.

/Please don’t mention Shuanghei in this article, I love you

/ The ball is closed! ! !