Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

When the fried dumplings pushed away the editorial office building, there was a depressive hustle and bustle inside. No one dared to make a loud noise and was all working hard.

She sat in her seat and turned on the phone, and whispered to the editor next door: "Why don't everyone talk?"

"A female editor just laughed, and was told to cry by editor Sun." The editor said in a low voice, "Don't hit his gun at this juncture. Editor Sun seems to be one of the major shareholders of the pen. Yeah. The bamboo god is so cruel, he doesn't care about old feelings at all, this is a dead hand."

Fried dumplings pouted and thought, what old feelings? Others don’t know. As the editor in charge of Bamboo Grove, she is very clear about her grievances about the Bamboo Growing and the pen tip over the years. If you don’t remember the old love, the pen tip would have long been indifferent to the Bamboo Grove, or else she wouldn’t. Transfer Zhu Congsheng to her newcomer, who needs resources but no resources, and a little editor who has no experience.

"If you want me to say, this is not called a dead hand. If you really want to die, you will not send a lawyer's letter to notify in advance, plus the subsequent trial and judgment will take a long time. There is such a long buffer period. You can go to the turnover, even if the sentence is really severe, it will not necessarily fall." Fried dumplings said.

"Even if it doesn't fall, it will be disabled. Today, half of the authors who were supposed to send in the renewal contract said that something was going on, and they had to take a moment... Those small literature sites were all happy to die, and they are probably signing madly at this moment. What about the authors who ran away from us." The pen-tip family dominance situation is destined to be broken, the editor shook his head, "Do you see the author's welfare released yesterday by Hongye? Ye Ziming is really rich, and it is the same for ordinary authors. A lot of money, I don’t know if the editor’s salary is..."

When he said this, his voice lowered, and he passed it vaguely without mentioning it, and the fried dumplings nodded to him clearly: "Anyway, make plans early."

"Xiao Wang!" Editor-in-Chief Sun shouted at the door of his office, his face gloomy, "Are you stuck here again today? Come in soon!"

The editor at the table next door gave her a helpless look, knowing that the pan-fried dumplings mostly wanted to explain to her the follow-up of the termination of the contract with Zhu Congsheng, he quickly got up and passed.

No one was surprised. She was the responsible editor after all. After ten minutes, the quarrels in the office became louder and louder, and the soundproofing panels couldn't cover it, causing everyone to look at each other. After a while, the young girl pushed out the door with red eyes, quickly returned to her seat and took her bag, and walked straight to the door.

"Pay her a salary, now!" Editor-in-Chief Sun chased out of the office, still cursing behind her, "The company is going to be killed, but you are helping those two sluts!" Our website can’t afford to eat something like you! Tell me about the personnel and write me clearly why she was fired. Which website I dare to use her..."

In the latter words, the fried dumplings could not be heard. She quickly went downstairs and squatted down on the first floor of the pen tip headquarters where there was no one, wiped her tears, took out her mobile phone to send a message to Zhu Congsheng, and explained the cancellation of the contract that Editor Sun just said. Follow up.

If she doesn't finish this work and waits for the next editor to take over, she doesn't know how long it will be delayed. Fried dumplings conveyed all the matters that Editor-in-Chief Sun had explained before she quarreled with her. After thinking about it, he typed: "God of Bamboo, I was expelled just now. This account belongs to the company. I guess they will need it later. I’ve changed my password, and I’ve had a great time working with you for a few years. Goodbye. In fact, God Heguang Tongchen is my favorite author (I'm sorry, God of Bamboo). Please do your best, and come on in the future!"

She sent the news, and before she could reply, she was forced to log out.

Fried dumplings looked at the phone blankly for a while, only then realized that everything was really over.

By chance, she has worked with the top supreme god in this professional circle for several years. Now Zhu Congsheng has broken through the barriers and moved to a higher space, but her career ended because of a high spirit.

She has no regrets, she will choose again, she will still speak righteously when Editor Sun speaks insults and the light is insulting dust and bamboo, but... Editor Sun is so careful and obsessed, she offended him face-to-face today, I am afraid that she will be the subject It's really hard to find a job as a web editor anymore.

...It's really a pity, I thought to myself. How much she loves words! It is precisely because of love that I can't bear to listen to the slander that reverses right and wrong, and I would rather not work than lose my heart.

She rubbed her face, took a deep breath, and found a bathroom on the first floor to put some dazzling eye makeup on herself-since she was leaving, she had to leave this broken place with her head high!

The makeup was just applied, the phone vibrated, and the fried dumplings were picked up, and they almost didn't fall-the caller ID: bamboo clumps.

When Zhu Congsheng just returned to China, she exchanged her mobile phone number for emergency use. She almost forgot about it and picked it up in a hurry: "Zhu... God of Bamboo? What's wrong, is there a problem with the termination of the contract? ?"

"Hi, fried dumpling editor." A young and energetic male voice said, "God of Bamboo asked me to call and ask you, have you found the next home?"

"Huh? I...I was fired and didn't leave home." She looked at the phone display in confusion again. It was a cell phone overgrown with bamboo. She asked, "You are?"

The man on the other end of the phone "pouch" laughed, "I am you, even if I'm sorry, I still want to be my favorite author."

Fried dumplings exclaimed and covered his heart. For a while, I didn't know which of the two things, "Heguang Tongchen personally called her" or "The bamboo cluster cell phone was in Heguang Tongchen's hands early in the morning" was more exciting.

"Speaking of business... you haven't found the next home yet, that would be great." The voice on the phone said sternly, "Bamboo God and my studio are missing an editor and assistant who is familiar with the works of the two of us. We I want to ask you, would you like to join the job?"

Editor-in-Chief Sun drove away the young editor who dared to say "it was the fault of the pen" in front of him. The editorial department was silent, and finally waited for Editor-in-Chief Sun to send out a fire and then finish his speech. He just listened to the momentum. The "boom" sound of his high-heeled shoes hitting the marble tiles from far and near, the door was violently pushed open, and the editors looked up, and they turned out to be fried dumplings.

Regardless of everyone's surprised eyes, Fried Dumplings went straight through the editorial department and unceremoniously patted the door of Editor Sun's office.

Editor Sun roared inside: "Who?! Knock on the door so loudly, is it —"

The fried dumplings opened the door without closing the door, which attracted people from outside to peep at the neck-I saw that she patted the stack of money on the desk of Editor Sun, and nodded: "Editor Sun, my new boss told me Yes, they dug me away today. I resigned on my own, not dismissed by you. The Human Resources Department settled according to the dismissal, and settled my salary for two more months. They are all here, you point?"

The editor-in-chief Sun never expected such an incident. He was so angry that he was full of smoke. When this building was about to fall, he didn't bother to pretend even the most basic restraints. He cursed a few swear words at the young girl and said: "What do you think you are! You have a new boss, daydreaming? I promise you can't hang around in this business, just get away with money!"

Pan-fried dumplings didn't panic, but laughed: "You are the one who can't hang on in this business? Hey, the bamboo god takes me to his studio. He Guang Tongchen has a cheerful personality and no money. I waved my hand and gave me a double salary. The two-month salary at the tip of the pen is so small that I really don’t like it now. Thinking that my old company is about to be accused of bankruptcy, I came back and gave it to you. Talk is better than nothing? Accept it, anyway, you and the pen tip are all focused on money. Otherwise, how could you ruin your work, condone plagiarism, and become so self-sufficient to where it is today?"

She finished speaking in one breath, happily admiring the distorted editor-in-chief Sun, no longer yelling at him, turned her head upright and walked away on high heels.

"Don't worry now?" Lu Lianguang handed the phone to Tang Cu to read the news, "She has already arrived at the studio."

Tang Chui took it and saw that the nickname of the account talking to Lu Lianguang was "Fried Dumpling King", and knew that this was the new ID of fried dumplings.

"I told her to change to a new ID and start working again. Who knows that she said her surname is Wang..." Lu Lianguang said depressed, and he sent this account to Tang Cuo as he said. "The editor of Sweet and Sour Studio is called Jian Jiao Diao Wang, how it sounds like a roadside restaurant."

Tang Cuo didn't think there was anything wrong. He still understood the character of his editor. When he heard that she was dismissed at this juncture, he guessed it. Now that the matter is resolved, he relaxes on Lu Lianguang. I'm going to delete the old "fried dumpling" account with the nib.

Looking at the words "I like the light and the dust the most" in the last message sent, I thought that Lu Lianguang just joked with the little girl with this sentence... Tang Tuo suddenly felt uneasy and shook his way. The lighted arm attracted his attention.

"What's the matter?" Lu Liguang immediately put down the phone and asked gently.

"I am..." Tang Tuo was a little embarrassed, feeling that he was eating the vinegar of an innocent girl, but he was not reconciled, enduring shame and whispered, "I am, she... she is not."

Lu Lianguang was confused, "Who is he? What are you?"

"I, I'm the one who likes the most... and the light and dust."

Lu Lianguang looked at the redness that flew up on his white face because of this sentence, and his breathing suddenly became chaotic.

"Tang Cu, I want to stop for a few days, but you recruited me now." He said in a deep voice.

"What? Wait, don't, don't take it off...how can it be, this is daytime! At night...well..."