Shi Jin originally thought that the matter of Weiyu Publishing House was over.

But Xinmei Publishing House didn't know where it got the news from.

He was sitting in his study typing when he received Shi Yi's call.

The sudden ringing of the cell phone sounded particularly harsh in the study room where the only sound was the typing of keyboards.

His thoughts were interrupted, Shi Jin frowned and answered the phone.

Shi Yi's familiar loud voice came from the other end of the phone. His usually cheerful voice was now a little serious: "Shi Jin, where are you now?"

Shi Jin paused while typing on the keyboard: "I'm at home, what's wrong?"

"Are you free now?"

Shi Jin glanced at the document full of words and pursed his lips: "You say."

"This..." Shi Yi looked at the big man sitting in front of him with a conflicted look. The other party seemed to have noticed something and looked over at him, and a sharp light flashed across the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

Shi Yi gritted his teeth and said, "It's not very clear over the phone. Anyway, you should come to the publishing house first."

Shi Jin saved the document and turned off the computer: "Okay."

He agreed without even asking. He really trusts me.

With this thought in mind, Shi Yi was deeply moved.

He glanced at Wei Chan not far away and saw that he seemed to be concentrating on reading the documents. So he covered the microphone with his hand and lowered his voice carefully: "I don't know what happened specifically, but it seems that Editor-in-Chief Wei knows that you have contact with Weiyu Publishing House. You have to be careful."

Weiyu Publishing House?

Shi Jin frowned and recalled what happened last time.

Half a month has passed since the last time I met Fu Yanyu in the restaurant. Now Wei Chan comes to him to talk about this?

Something seems to be wrong.

"Okay, I can't say anymore." Shi Yi's nervous voice came from the receiver: "Editor-in-Chief Wei is staring at me. I'm going to hang up first. Come quickly."

Beep, beep—

The phone call was hung up.

Shi Jin stood there for a while, and finally walked into the bedroom.

——

Working day.

Almost everyone in Xinmei Publishing House is busy.

Shi Yi had just been released from the editor-in-chief's office when he was dragged by his familiar colleagues to rescue the situation. He wished he could kill several people right there.

He scratched his thinning hair and sighed worriedly, "When will this day end?"

When a colleague who was typing away on his computer heard this, he stopped typing and poked his head out from beside the computer: "Eleven, if even you say that, then ordinary editors like us don't have a life."

Shi Yi widened his eyes and pointed at his shiny forehead: "Look at my hairline. It gets brighter day by day. I don't even need to turn on the light when I go out in the middle of the night. The brightness radiates within a one-kilometer radius."

"Puchi." The colleague laughed when he heard that, and his eyes moved around Shi Yi's shining forehead, with some sympathy in his eyes.

She stroked her still thick long hair and comforted Shi Yi: "Don't you have Shi Qian under your command? The money he earns for you alone is enough to pay off several of our great authors. When you finish this piece, take some time to get a hair transplant."

Shi Yi lay on the table with a dull look on his face, "Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are."

"I think my hair won't be able to be transplanted before it falls out completely."

My colleague covered his mouth with his hand and smiled, then turned back to continue typing on the keyboard.

The sound of keyboards clacking echoed in the office. Shi Yi lay on the table to recover some blood, then stood up again with full energy: "Get to work! The sooner I retire, the sooner I can get a hair transplant!"

"Teacher Eleven." Xiao Zhang, who was in charge of printing materials in the printing room, came over with a few thin sheets of paper: "Here are the materials you asked for. I have printed them for you."

"Ah?" Shi Yi raised his head in confusion: "I didn't ask you to print out the information. Did you remember the wrong person?"

Xiao Zhang glanced at the information in his hand and nodded affirmatively: "That's right, it's Teacher Shi Qian's information. Isn't this the author you brought in?"

Shi Yi was even more confused: "Yes, I brought it, but..." I didn't ask you to print the information for me.

"I want it." A big hand with distinct joints took a few pieces of information from Xiao Zhang. The owner of the big hand pushed his golden glasses and said in a cold tone, "Thank you."

The huge office suddenly became quiet.

Xiao Zhang said with a red face: "No, you're welcome."

Wei Chan glanced at the information in his hand and fixed his eyes on Shi Yi, who was trying to shrink his neck and reduce his presence: "When Shi Qian comes later, just ask him to come to my office."

The invisibility failed. Shi Yi scratched his head and nodded: "Okay, I understand."

Having achieved his goal, Wei Chan took the information in his hand and turned away.

Everyone in the office watched his back until the figure in the gray suit entered the editor-in-chief's office, and then they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The editor sitting next to Shi Yi was a young girl named Tangyuan. She was so cute with her round face.

Tang Yuan took a few gulps of water from the water cup to calm himself down, but there was still some lingering fear on his face: "Our new editor-in-chief is really powerful. When he looked at me, I felt like I was being stared at by a robot."

After thinking for a moment, she added: "It's the kind of robot that kills people."

"No way." An editor named Big Cat, who was sitting opposite Tang Yuan, said, "I met Editor Wei in a bar on Bar Street some time ago. He was not like he is today."

Tang Yuan opened his eyes wide: "Can you tell me about it?"

"Actually, I didn't look at it very carefully. I was a little flustered when I saw the editor-in-chief, and I left after playing for a while." Big Cat thought for a moment and said, "That day he was sitting at the bar with a glass of wine in his hand. He seemed to be wearing a light-colored casual suit with his collar unbuttoned, revealing a large area of ​​his chest."

At this point, Big Cat swallowed his saliva and said, "You know what, Editor-in-Chief Wei has a really nice figure."

"And then what? Keep talking."

When the big cat came to its senses, it met more than a dozen pairs of curious eyes in front of it.

"Uh..." He realized belatedly that something seemed amiss, but since he had already said this, he could only continue, "Then I saw a woman approach him, but Editor-in-Chief Wei rejected her."

But later when he left, he seemed to see a handsome young man beside Editor-in-Chief Wei.

But he couldn't say that.

So, facing the many curious gazes of the editorial department, Big Cat spread his hands innocently and said, "No more."

"well--"

This is the sigh of people whose gossip desire is not satisfied.

"However," Tang Yuan suddenly raised his head, his round eyes shining, "This also shows that our Editor-in-Chief Wei is not as serious as he appears in the office. Who knows, maybe Editor-in-Chief Wei is actually a very nice person?"

"Yes, that's right."

Xiao Zhang from the printing room suddenly spoke weakly, her face flushed. Facing the gazes of everyone, she felt a little shy, but she still insisted on finishing what she wanted to say: "And Editor-in-Chief Wei is also very good-looking."

"Yo yo yo——" Another editor who was familiar with Xiao Zhang smiled and bumped Xiao Zhang's shoulder, saying in a teasing tone: "Someone is feeling amorous."

Xiao Zhang blushed and said nothing, but he agreed.

So everyone laughed kindly.

Once the gossip started, I had no mind to work anymore.

Big Cat simply pulled a chair over to Tang Yuan and said, "Hey, Tang Yuan, I heard that one of your authors is very good-looking? He is said to be the most handsome author among our new coal authors."

Tang Yuan thought about it and suddenly realized: "Oh, you mean Qingyun, she is indeed very beautiful, pretty and talented, super outstanding."

"But if you want to say who is the prettiest, Miss Qingyun shouldn't be it." Tangyuan's eyes roamed among the crowd for a moment, and then fixed on one of the editors: "If it's the prettiest person, it should be the little fox under Brother Paomian."

Instant Noodles raised his head in confusion: "Huh?"

Tang Yuan blinked: "I remember you said before that the little fox seemed to have participated in a beauty pageant before writing a book, and even won the second place."

Instant Noodles nodded and said, "Yes, the little fox participated in a beauty pageant before. Why? Do you want to meet her?"

Tang Yuan put his hands together, eyes full of stars: "Is it okay? Instant Noodle Brother."

Instant Noodles touched his round belly and said with a smile: "No."

Looking at Tangyuan's disappointed face, Paomian explained: "Little Fox is not in Chuncheng now. When she comes back in a while, I will ask her if she is willing to come out and play."

Tang Yuan cheered: "Great!"

Paomian pointed at another editor with a smile: "But I heard that Qiaoqiao has just signed a handsome guy. You can go ask Qiaoqiao."

Tang Yuan then leaped onto Qiaoqiao: "Sister Qiaoqiao——"

Shi Yi sat upright in his seat with a profound expression on his face.

Fortunately, he kept a low profile on weekdays, so Shi Jin's beauty did not spread in the editorial department.

Otherwise, he would be the one being harassed by Tangyuan, the face-obsessed girl.

As for Yan Ba ​​and the like, even if Shi Yi had never met other authors, he could be very sure that this title belonged to Shi Jin.

After all, over the years, he has never seen anyone better than Shi Jinchang.

Thinking of this, Shi Yi straightened his chest, looking proud.

"Hey? That's right." Big Cat suddenly turned around and patted his shoulder: "Eleven, what does Shi Qian, your subordinate, look like?"

Hearing Shi Qian's name, Tang Yuan also looked over: "Yes, yes, Shiyi, what does your Shi Qian look like? I've always been curious."

"Let me guess, let me guess!"

Qiaoqiao raised her hand: "He writes suspense novels so well, I guess he must be a man!"

"Go away." Big Cat smiled and pushed Qiaoqiao: "Do you need me to tell you this? Didn't we already know that Shi Qian is a man?"

“Hehehe.”

Qiaoqiao was not embarrassed at all. She tilted her head and made another guess: "Then I guess he is a young man wearing glasses, uh, the kind of otaku."

"No way!" Tang Yuan retorted: "I think he should be an elegant middle-aged uncle, wearing glasses and having a neat beard, looking like a university professor!"

"Hahaha." Big Cat laughed and said, "You young and middle-aged people have all guessed, so let me guess the old age. I guess Shi Qian should be a knowledgeable white-haired elder."

Paomian touched his head with a smile and looked at Shi Yi: "Eleven, did anyone guess it right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, three pairs of eyes stared at him at the same time.

Facing three pairs of inquiring eyes, Shi Yi stood still like a mountain. He only glanced at a few people and pretended to be profound: "Hmm - I guessed one point correctly."

He placed emphasis on the word "point", but several people's attention was on "guessing correctly".

So Tang Yuan patted his chest and said, "I must be right."

Qiaoqiao was not to be outdone: "I think my guess is more reliable."

Big Cat interjected silently: "Maybe in the end I'll be found to be right."

As a result, he instantly received death glances from the two female warriors in the editorial department.

"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't say you guessed it right." Shi Yi wanted to keep it a secret: "Shi Qian, he——"