"Hello, is this Guangyu Magazine?"

"Light entertainment is on the upper floor."

"Oh, okay, thank you." Fu Guoqiang said with a smile.

The woman who came out of the elevator vigilantly glanced at Zhong Yue, who was wrapped around Fu Guoqiang like a rice dumpling, and walked into the aisle with high heels.

"Let's take the stairs." Fu Guoqiang said.

Zhong Yue pointed to the elevator.

"No, this elevator needs to be swiped to get up, and we can't get up even if we go in."

The two walked towards the safety corridor on one side and walked up one floor.

"Hello."

"Oh, hello. The two are..."

"We're here to find Editor Liu, this is a letter of introduction written by someone."

The little girl wore a pair of retro black-framed glasses and smiled: "What era is this? I'm still interested in introducing letters? Wait, I'll go to Editor-in-Chief Liu, haha." She took the coffee she bought and looked at Zhong Yue curiously around the rough man who wrapped his whole body in black gauze, and walked into the magazine suspiciously.

Fu Guoqiang rubbed his hands and said, "It's OK. The director has agreed with his wife anyway. He is the editor-in-chief of the magazine, so don't worry, it won't embarrass you. If you have any questions, write a note to communicate. This is the post-it notes and pens that a girl bought for you today, for this."

Zhong Yue felt warm when he looked at the thick stack of post-it notes and ballpoint pens. The little girl saved even the draft paper on weekdays, so she was willing to spend money on buying post-it notes for herself.

He took it and nodded.

"The editor-in-chief asked you to come over, by the way, is it him or you, uncle?"

"He, he."

The little girl with big glasses in black frame said, "Okay. Uncle, just leave, come in with me."

"Hey, little girl, Qiu Shan can't speak, but he can understand the words."

"Ah?" The little girl opened her eyes wide and looked surprised.

Fu Guoqiang smiled embarrassedly, "You are waiting for a little while. Qiushan, then I'll leave first. If you have any questions, you can call."

"He is all dumb...I can't speak, why do you call the uncle?"

Fu Guoqiang smiled, "We have our own way of communication. Let's go, Qiushan."

Zhong Yue raised his hand and said goodbye to Fu Guoqiang.

"Is that uncle your father?" The girl in glasses looked at Zhong Yue with her big eyes flashing.

Zhong Yue shook his head.

"Is that your relative?"

Zhong Yue still shook his head.

"Okay, this office is edited by Liu. You can go in and talk to her."

Zhong Yue opened the door and walked in.

There was a very compact desk in the office, with lots of things piled up on it. Some fat middle-aged woman raised her head with glasses behind the bottom of the bottle and looked at Zhong Yue, "What are you doing when you are so tight in the dog days? Let's sit down first."

Zhong Yue felt it was necessary to shake hands first, so he reached over.

"Oh, my name is Liu Ping, sit down. I've read this letter and the paintings here." She looked at the door and continued, "I'll tell you one thing first, that is, Lao Liang and I have actually divorced. We have a six-year-old son. In order to give our son a complete family, we did not reveal the news of the divorce. He has lived in the horse farm for many years, so maybe for the sake of face, he himself was not embarrassed to say that now I live with my son, and we don't have much contact except when we see him during festivals."

Zhong Yue took out the note.

"Understand? Well, the handwriting is pretty good. It seems that he is a person with a good level of education. The matter is one code and one code. Our magazine does lack talent for illustration. In the past, he was very famous and always looked for pictures online. Later, the magazine was quite famous locally. The Internet uses pictures to involve copyright disputes, and sometimes it is difficult to match the text, so the illustrator needs to match the pictures."

Zhong Yue nodded.

Liu Ping frowned and thought to herself, why is this person so strange? She didn't even say a word, so cold? She continued: "Our magazine has a part-time illustrator. Now the magazine sales are good and it has been converted to a bimonthly magazine. It is obviously difficult to meet the needs with a part-time painter, so if you can do it, our magazine can hire you."

Zhong Yue nodded again.

"Mr. Zhong, do you have no objection? Why don't you speak?"

Zhong Yue wrote a note: "I'm sorry, my voice can't speak."

"Can't speak out..."

Liu Ping smiled awkwardly, "So, I'll give you a piece of material later, you will give you an illustration here, let me see how good your painting level is?" She picked up the picture in the letter and smiled, "This painting alone can't prove anything."

Zhong Yue nodded again.

"Okay, you can sit for a while and I'll go out."

Liu Ping walked out of the office and closed the door.

"Xiao Zhao, come here."

"What's wrong, editor? Give it, coffee."

"This one inside is a mute, do you know?"

The young girl with big black-framed glasses nodded, "I know."

"I know you're bringing it to the magazine? How hard it will be to communicate in the future!"

"This...isn't this your relationship account with the editor?"

Liu Ping held her glasses and frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Magazine is not a big listed company, it still has to do with households. It has nothing to do with it, but also has to do with households. Go, come over that article."

"oh."

Liu Ping took a sip of coffee, stared at Zhong Yue who had wrapped herself tightly in the unwrapped blinds, and murmured: "Even if the air conditioner is turned on, you don't have to wrap yourself so tightly, right?"

"Editor-in-Chief, manuscript."

"Okay, you go and process the manuscript." Liu Ping pushed her glasses and walked into the office, "Mr. Zhong, this is a manuscript, you match it... Why did you bring a brush and inkstone?"

Zhong Yue wrote on the post-it note: "I am a Chinese painter."

"Those who paint Chinese paintings... well, you can give the manuscript pictures first. If the style is right, our magazine will hire you."

Zhong Yue picked up the manuscript and looked at it. It was a story about the intrigue between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, so he took a small pen to outline the rice paper he brought.

At a dining table, two women, one younger and the other old woman, were arguing. When we interrupted, we didn’t need too much composition, it was just a small illustration, but only a corner of the paper, so there was no need to draw it too specific.

Zhong Yue handed over the painting, and Liu Ping took a look. The part-time illustrator before was an art student, and his paintings were quite normal. Looking at Zhong Yue's small illustration, it was completely different from the previous style, and I suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Zhong, can you sketch, or simply draw?"

Zhong Yue shook his head.

"That's it...why? It's the first time I've seen you with such an illustration. I have to ask our president, how about you come here again tomorrow?"
Chapter completed!