Provincial capital, Dahe Publishing House.

Deputy editor-in-chief Lu Dahe arrived at the office and made a cup of tea for himself first. He moistened his throat comfortably before picking up the latest newspaper and reading it.

It is a habit that Lu Dahe cannot beat when spending half a day drinking tea and reading newspapers every day, and many people secretly complain about it.

But Lu Dahe never cared about these gossips. He is now alone and above everyone else. Do you need to care about the gossips of the people below?

Moreover, Lu Dahe believed that studying newspapers was his most important job.

In the changing era, the seemingly inconspicuous words in the newspaper may be the thunder before the heavy rain, and a group of deaf and blind men cannot hear or see. Isn’t it just a good deal for him to be Lu Dahe?

"Bang bang bang ~"

The annoying knock on the door disturbed Lu Dahe who was reading the newspaper.

Lu Dahe frowned and looked up at the watch hanging on the wall.

It was only nine o'clock, and some guy who was not open-minded came to make trouble? I wonder if he, Lu Dahe, didn't like to be disturbed at this time?

As for the only president in the publishing house who can disturb Lu Dahe at will, he never comes to knock on the door. With an inside phone call, Lu Dahe has to run over to serve him happily.

"Come in."

The door opened and a young man with glasses walked in.

Lu Dahe looked at the person coming, took a sip of tea, and continued to read the newspaper with relish, as if he hadn't seen any more people in the office.

The young man was very cramped and blushed for a few seconds before saying, "Hello Deputy Editor-in-Chief Lu, I'm here to ask what to do about the novel "Luxing" next."

Lu Dahe raised his eyelids, looked at the young man from the top of the newspaper, and said slowly: "What should I do? The society has decided to do it. What are the young man doing so urgently?

In our industry, we must not be in a hurry, we must carefully check it for the sake of the majority of readers."

The young man stood there, listened to Lu Dahe's teachings for three minutes before taking advantage of the other party's drinking water and interrupted: "But Deputy Editor-in-Chief Lu, it has been several days since we received the submission. We always have to give us a reply, right?"

Lu Dahe put down the newspaper and stared at the young man coldly: "Central, how many years have you been in the club?"

The young man named Jingzhi was stunned for a moment and said, "It's been three years, editor-in-chief."

Lu Dahe raised his voice and scolded: "Do you think you are now qualified to guide me on how to work?"

Gentleman said in a panic: "No, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Lu, I don't mean that."

"Enough," Lu Dahe waved his hand seriously, and said like a flies: "Go out! Do your job well, don't interfere with other colleagues, and don't contact the author privately without violating discipline."

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With a strong anger in his arms, he left the chief executive's office. He really didn't understand what he did wrong and offended this immediate boss.

Last week, the publishing house received a novel submission, which fell into the hands of the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-charge is the editor who is responsible for direct connection with the author. He has to read the manuscript every day, determine whether there is a value for publication, and then report to the above to determine the final fate of the manuscript.

After opening the submission titled "Louching", he was immediately shocked and gave the highest level of evaluation.

Moreover, not only did he make the highest evaluation, but his colleagues also commented unanimously after reviewing each other.

But unexpectedly, after submitting this article, there was strange news.

Several mature and persistent colleagues said that the subject matter of this novel is too sensitive. Although it is very good and outstanding, it may not be allowed to be published.

But "Luxing" is really great. How could he give up if he has not achieved any results for a long time?

Today, I couldn't hold back my integrity anymore, so I entered the office of Deputy Editor-in-Chief Lu at an inappropriate time and was scolded.

I went back to my desk and sat down. I was in a daze for a long time and didn't come back to my senses.

"Oh, Xiao Geng, Xiao Geng?"

The eldest sister who was facing Jingzhi suddenly greeted Jingzhi in a low voice.

Gentleman woke up in shock and hurriedly said, "Sister Xu, what's wrong?"

Sister Xu whispered: "Did you go to Deputy Editor-in-Chief Lu and ask about the book "Luxing"?"

He said in a straightforward and strange manner: "Yes! Sister Xu, how do you know?"

"I will know when I see you," Sister Xu said mysteriously: "Listen to my elder sister, give up!"

"What? Give up?" Gentle and anxiously said: "Sister Xu, you have read that novel, too. It would be a pity if you give up."

"Worry," Sister Xu looked around before she said to Jingyi: "It's to ask you to give up, not the community."

He was a little silly and asked in confusion: "Sister Xu, what do you mean? Can you tell me clearly?"

Sister Xu pointed to the next door and lowered her voice and said, "According to reliable information, Xiao Feng next door has already contacted the seven-inch blade."

"What?"

"Why?"

Gentleman stood up suddenly, looked at Sister Xu in disbelief, and the flames that were trying to hold in her stomach suddenly emerged from her mouth and nose.

"Why? Why don't you know Xiao Geng?

Just because Xiao Feng is a college student, just because Xiao Feng is handsome, the editor-in-chief's girl, what are you doing?”

Before Sister Xu could finish her words, she rushed to the next office angrily.

A man in black sitting in the corner put down his teacup and complained to Sister Xu: "Old Xu, don't make trouble! No one looks good when making jokes."

Sister Xu glanced at the other party and said, "Hmph, why don't you stop Xiao Geng? Besides, Feng Bo is a man of five or six people all day long. If I don't believe it, you will be accustomed to it?"

The man in black beat him and said, "Ha, I'm almost retired, what else can I not stand with?"

Sister Xu looked at the other party with contempt: "You are the one who is the most traitor in the whole office."

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He rushed into the office next door and alarmed the three colleagues inside.

Two of the colleagues immediately lowered their heads and pretended not to see Jingxin.

Feng, who was sitting in the middle, raised his eyelids and looked straightforward, and said coldly: "Is there anything wrong?"

He was honest and straightforward and asked directly: "Did you contact that seven-inch blade?"

Feng Bo said unhappily: "You should ask the editor-in-chief for this question, not me."

He said in a straightforward and angrily: "I just want to ask you, do you understand the rules? It's obviously my manuscript, but you insist on grabbing it?"

The rules mentioned in the honest and honest are actually some potential rules in the club. Whoever receives the manuscript at the first time will belong to whom. Even if it is arranged by the above, you should refuse it.

But Feng Bo obviously no matter what the rules are, it will be a dish when it is cooked into the bowl. Whoever stretches out his mouth first will eat it first.

"If you have the ability, go and ask the editor-in-chief. If you don't have the ability, go out."

"If you have the ability, please say it again?"

"Say it eight times"

"Dingling~"

As the two were about to make a big fuss, the phone in the office rang.

Feng Bo immediately rushed to answer the phone, adjusted his tone, and said kindly: "Hello, Dahe Publishing House."

"Yes, I'm Feng Bo's seven-inch blade? You're Li Ye, are you?"

Gentleman suddenly became anxious and reached out to grab Feng Bo's phone number.

But Feng Bo looked at Jingshi sternly and reached out to make a "shhh" move.

Gentleman gritted his teeth and stopped his movements.

Internal conflicts cannot be laughed at by outsiders.

Feng Bo smiled proudly and said to the phone: "Yes, our opinion is that you will take the remaining manuscripts and make a decision on whether to publish them after our analysis and research."

"Why? Do you don't know what's wrong with your own manuscript? If you take the full manuscript of the novel, we will send professional editors to help you correct it."

"You don't have time to come? Why don't you have time to come?"

Before he knew it, Feng Bo's tone had changed, from being harmonious at the beginning to becoming arrogant.

"What did you say? You need to prepare for the exam. What are you really a high school student?"

Feng Bo's voice rose in an instant, and the last sentence was almost shouted out.

And in the Qingshui County Post Office on the other end of the phone, Li Ye was also speechless.

[Didn’t it mean that the editors of this era are all very enthusiastic and enthusiastic?]

[Didn’t it mean that the editors of this era are all very kind and righteous and open-minded?]

[But listening to the voices on the other side, this person is not old! Why is he so old and has a pretty big air?]
Chapter completed!