Acting like a baby is shameful but useful

It was supposed to be a poem by Gibran, but for some reason, the printed version became a poem by Bei Dao.

The colleague asked anxiously: "What should we do?"

Jian Chunsheng asked: "How many sets have you printed?"

The colleague said: "After discovering the problem just now, I have stopped the binding, but [-] volumes have already been bound."

Jian Chunsheng immediately said: "Immediately contact the person in charge of the printing factory to unpack the [-] volumes that have already been bound, reprint the wrong page, and then bind it into a volume. Make sure everything is finalized."

"Yes." The colleague nodded, "But in this case, the cost will undoubtedly increase. The company..."

"In the company, I will contact the editor-in-chief to clarify this matter." Jian Chunsheng patted his colleague on the shoulder, "Just do your job well."

The colleague nodded.

Jian Chunsheng breathed a sigh of relief, estimated the increased cost in his heart, called the editor-in-chief, and gave him a brief report on the matter here.

The editor-in-chief asked sternly: "You are in charge of this book, and you are the one who decides the final version for printing. How could there be such a big mistake?"

"I'm sorry, this time it was caused by my negligence." Jian Chunsheng admitted his fault, "I will try my best to make up for the impact caused by my negligence this time, and I will not delay the previously determined listing date and cause economic losses to the company. will also bear it."

Hearing what he said, the editor-in-chief's stern tone finally eased, "It's fine to reprint the wrong pages, the manpower cost of disassembling and binding [-] copies into a book is very high, and you can't afford it alone. I will report to the company to explain this matter. However, deducting the bonus is inevitable."

When Jian Chunsheng heard the editor-in-chief say this, he felt a surge of gratitude in his heart.

"Thank you editor! Thank you editor!"

After hanging up the phone, Jian Chunsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He frowned suspiciously.

With regard to the final draft, he was sure that there was no mistake in his proofreading. Gibran's poem became Bei Dao's poem, and such mistakes were even less likely.

Jian Chunsheng thought for a while, then turned his head and walked over to a person in charge of the printing factory, and checked out the final version of the electronic manuscript in the printing factory. It was Bei Dao's poem.

He asked: "After I came here to confirm the final version of the next printing, has anyone moved this manuscript?"

The person in charge of the printing factory shook his head and said, "No, since you came here, Xiao He from your company has been watching here."

Jian Chunsheng frowned even deeper. He took out a USB flash drive from his bag, and borrowed a computer from the printing factory to open it. This was a copy he copied to his own USB flash drive after confirming the final version at the printing factory. .

He found the electronic version of this book, opened it, and turned to Chapter 2, Gibran!

Now Jian Chunsheng can confirm that he was right when proofreading the manuscript. Why did Gibran's poem become Bei Dao's poem?

Someone must have tampered with it.

Jian Chunsheng looked at Xiao He who was explaining the matter to the workers on the other side, feeling suspicious.

Xiao He is an intern who has just joined the company. Like him half a year ago, if he passes the internship successfully, he can stay in Kecheng as an editor.

Could it be Xiao He?

But Xiao He didn't have any motive.Why did Xiao He change?If he changed it, why did he take the initiative to call to remind himself?

He walked behind Xiao He, and when he finished explaining to the workers, he said, "Thanks for your hard work."

Xiao He shook his hand and said, "It's not hard."

Jian Chunsheng smiled slightly, "Xiao He, have you been guarding the printing factory these two days?"

Xiao He nodded and said, "Yes, Editor Jian, didn't you tell me? You have to squat here for the past two days, in case something goes wrong. I didn't expect that something went wrong today."

Jian Chunsheng said: "I would also like to thank you for discovering this mistake as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be a real loss if you didn't find out until all the books were printed."

Xiao He shyly touched the back of his head.

"By the way, has anyone else from the company been here these days?" Jian Chunsheng asked casually.

Xiao He frowned, "Anyone else in the company?"

He thought for a while and said, "I remember... at noon the day before yesterday, Teacher Feng came to visit, and he had another book to be printed."

"That's it." Jian Chunsheng nodded, suddenly remembered something, and asked with a smile: "Have you not had dinner yet?"

Xiao He showed embarrassment and nodded, "After I discovered this mistake before, I was busy calling you and haven't eaten yet."

Jian Chunsheng nodded, "I'll order you a takeaway."

Xiao He happily said thank you.

But Xiao He didn't expect that Jian Chunsheng's "takeaway" would be so rich.

Two full sacks.

Donburi, cake, drink...

Xiao He's eyes widened in surprise, "So much? I can't finish it."

Jian Chun smiled, pointed to several workers in the fingerprint factory, and said, "Today's matter will trouble them, please invite them to eat together."

Only then did Xiao He come to his senses, his face flushed, "Oh."

"Then it's hard work for you to stay here." Jian Chunsheng said, "I'll go back to the company first."

"Okay." Xiao He nodded.

Jian Chunsheng turned and walked away, Xiao He frowned suspiciously, because he found that Jian Chunsheng was not walking in the direction of going out.

He thought, maybe Editor Jane is going to the bathroom.

An hour later, Jian Chunsheng walked out of the printing factory and looked up at the night sky.

He took out his mobile phone, the screen lit up, and it was still on the page of the message sent by Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng: Call me when you're done.

Jian Chunsheng smiled and called Zhou Heng.

"Okay?" Zhou Heng's deep voice sounded.

"Okay." Jian Chunsheng said with a chuckle.

"Where is it?" Zhou Heng asked.

Jian Chunsheng reported the address.

"Wait for me." After Zhou Heng said these two words, he hung up the phone.

Jian Chunsheng stood at the door and waited. About 15 minutes later, Zhou Heng's car drove over and stopped in front of him.

He opened the door and got in the car.

Zhou Heng looked sideways, "Is this the printing factory?"

He glanced at the behemoth in front of him.

Jian Chunsheng nodded, "Well, are you curious?"

Zhou Heng drove the car forward, not fast, "No."

"You've been waiting for me?" Jian Chunsheng asked.

Zhou Heng nodded, "Of course."

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Jian Chunsheng asked.

Zhou Heng shook his head, "No."

Jian Chunsheng smiled, "You really are..."

"Could it be that you ate it?" Zhou Heng raised the corner of his right eyebrow, showing a bit of "if you dare to say that you ate it, you can figure it out yourself".

Jian Chunsheng: "No."

"What do you want to eat?" Zhou Heng asked.

Jian Chunsheng glanced at him, and said dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Zhou, are you going to keep talking to me in this business-like, deadly cold tone?"

————Weibo@舟自娱520