Bian Qin, the editor at the publishing house, tidied up the things on his workbench without even looking at the visitor: "Sorry, we don't accept submissions."
Qu Jian'er raised an eyebrow: "I haven't said yet."
Bian Qin was annoyed. He waved the man away, saying, "No matter what it is, I won't accept it."
He's currently embroiled in a lawsuit with the publishing house due to contractual issues, and has no interest in handling ordinary publishing matters.
I don't want to accept good manuscripts for unscrupulous companies anymore.
I can only lament the wickedness of people and my bad luck in not discovering the loopholes in the signed contract.
Qu Jian'er leaned leisurely against the table: "Young man, your forehead is dark, and you suffer from insomnia and nightmares at night, along with hot flashes and sweating. Besides kidney deficiency, you've also been voodoo dolled."
Bian Qin's lips twitched: "..."
No man would be happy to be told he has kidney deficiency, but unfortunately, he does... he knows it.
So I didn't bother arguing with the person in front of me.
He mistook the fully armed Qu Jian'er for a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, someone who could perform the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine: observation, listening, questioning, and palpation.
Qu Jian'er hit the nail on the head and continued, "If I want to publish a translated book and a paper, I can sign a contract with you alone, instead of with this publishing house."
These are words of utmost trust.
It is more persuasive than any other word.
The male editor overheard sneer: "Who do you think you are, some great writer? Anyone can talk big."
Qu Jian'er didn't even glance at the other person.
The top editor looked unconvinced. He leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed: "Every job he handles ends up failing, and he's been fired himself. Miss, I advise you to think twice."
Hear the facts.
Bian Qin fell silent.
But the person in front of me insisted on doing so.
When Bian Qin failed to sign Qu Jian'er, he was instead signed by Qu Jian'er herself.
He was still somewhat dazed.
Qu Jian'er was swift and decisive: "Firing you would be their loss. How much money did the publishing house swallow up from you? We'll have a team to help you get it back. Your priority now is to help me secure the copyrights and make sure you have all the rights."
After saying that, she was very reassured about Bian Qin's character, left her contact number, and left.
They didn't give Bian Qin a chance to react at all.
He didn't even give the gossipy editor a second glance.
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