As more and more readers received the wrong version of the online book, the complaints on the Internet became louder and louder. Chuli did not immediately issue an apology announcement because Yu Yao and Chief Editor Xia were still fighting for the last ray of hope with Yuanyue Publishing House. From the perspective of protecting the author and the reputation of Yuanyue Publishing House, they did not want to end the matter with "an editor came out to apologize and then it was over" without any substantive action...

Because editors understand authors best, if something like this happens, it will quickly spread among authors, and this will be something that authors will take into consideration when they want to discuss cooperation with them in the future.

But the boss of Yuanyueshe disagreed.

He was completely convinced by Liang Chonglang and Lao Miao. Since the cosplayer photo album and art album they were currently working on had always been very popular in magazines, and since these two projects had already been launched, they could not lose the cooperative relationship with the printing factory that had the accident.

——It was a very awkward situation. In fact, the boss of Yuanyue Publishing House might understand the reasons why the editors led by Chief Editor Xia insisted on their decision, but he finally chose to stand on the side of Liang Chonglang, who was head of the marketing department.

"Why?" Chu Li asked.

"Teacher Xia is going to retire," Yu Yao paused on the other end of the phone, "This time he is really going to retire, because the results of the last physical examination showed that he is not suitable to continue working under various circumstances...so Liang Chonglang has already sat half of the position of vice president."

Chu Li held onto his phone and frowned subconsciously. Teacher Xia's retirement and Liang Chonglang's appointment meant that the editorial group headed by Teacher Xia might be completely suppressed from now on...

After hanging up the phone at night, Chu Li was so upset that she couldn't sleep well all night. In her dreams, she was chased by Liang Chonglang and Lao Miao with a 40-meter-long sword...

When I woke up in the morning, my soul seemed to be hollowed out, and the dark circles under my eyes were thick and eye-catching, as if I was possessed by a ghost. I made breakfast and brought it to the table and sat down next to the man. He was playing a mobile game and was doing his daily top-up.

This game is a small software advertisement that Zhuchuan recently took on. The other party paid him 100,000 yuan to write a few short stories for the game...

And he spent $150,000 just playing this crappy game.

Chu Li sincerely believes that there are not many such mentally retarded authors in the world.

"Did you sleep well last night?" asked the man who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down without raising his head.

Chu Li, who was pouring orange juice for him and trying to urge him to drink it quickly, paused as she watched the man lower his head and play the game seriously. She wondered why he was not so serious when he was typing. Then she remembered that he had not submitted the manuscript of the serial outline. Then she thought about how this man did not cooperate with her work at all. Then she thought again and again that her job was almost gone because Teacher Xia was leaving. Then she thought again and again about how she lost Teacher Xia's protection in her dream last night and was chased by Lao Liang and Lao Miao with 40-meter-long swords. She cried and called for Zhechuan, but Zhechuan did not come to save her...

The fire starts from the bottom of my heart.

Humph, and you still say you like her!

Putting the orange juice on the table with a "bang", Chu Li snorted loudly, "Drink it if you want or not", grabbed his shoes, stepped on the angry flames, slammed the door and left.

Zhuochuan was startled by the slam of the door and almost threw his phone away. He raised his head and glanced through the window at the determined back of the man limping out, with a face full of question marks.

………………………………What’s wrong with him?

……………………Aren’t you just asking her if she slept well last night?

…

Zhuo Chuan never thought that he was shot long ago because he did not appear in Chu Li's dream to save the beauty. Meanwhile, Chu Li arrived at the editorial office of Yuanyue Society's "Moonlight" magazine. Except for Lao Miao, the atmosphere in the entire editorial office was as heavy as a crematorium.

Chu Li suddenly recalled her first day at Yuanyue Society. At that time, she felt that the atmosphere in the editorial department was like a Japanese drama. Everyone had big and small problems and work attitudes, as if waiting for the protagonist to break through them one by one.

But the reality is...

What the hell is this Japanese drama!

A year has passed, and the salted fish are still the same salted fish!

Chu Li walked to her seat and sat down. As she sat down, she glanced at Yu Yao, who was obviously also in a very bad mental state due to insomnia last night. She looked at Chu Li, shook her head, and then glanced at Lao Miao, who was humming a song while selecting photos for the coser's upcoming album.

“…”

Chu Li adjusted her state and sat firmly in her seat without saying anything. After sitting down, she did not open QQ but opened the official Weibo. She read all the private messages and comments one by one. The anxiety in her heart that had slightly subsided after a night was rekindled, and she soon entered the state...

Then she clicked on Suo Heng's Weibo, and found that after the five Weibo posts yesterday, Suo Heng had posted two more apology Weibo posts, each of which was more serious than the previous one...

The following comments were merciless:

Yes, most readers find that when they have no other options with the publisher, they can only turn to the author to resolve the issue… They may clamor for an explanation from the author, or express their disappointment to the author in anger, as if their sincerity has been betrayed by the author.

This is actually normal.

Because in the eyes of readers, the author's status in the publishing house is different, and the author has a lot of say, so when there is a wrong shipment, a defect in the book, or even when the order is placed but not received, the author will be asked why other readers have received theirs but his has not been shipped yet...

In fact, the author can't do much in this regard. He can only take a screenshot or copy and paste the information to the editor to ask what to do. Even the editor can't take care of these things. The marketing department can't ask a certain network dealer for a specific order. In the end, nothing comes of it.

The author was blamed for turning against the author and being irresponsible after selling the book and taking the money.

After a night of fermentation, the comments under Suo Heng's Weibo were simply unbearable to read. Chu Li took a few glances and suddenly thought of the girl who sat in her seat when she arrived at the editorial department that day. She had long hair and pale skin, and her whole body exuded an aura of nervous tension and fragility. She lowered her head and said that she didn't want to write anymore and she had had enough.

At this moment, it was amazing. Chu Li, who was sitting in front of the computer, suddenly understood Suo Heng's feelings at that time... As a writer, perhaps it is indeed different from other ordinary jobs. Most of them came to this line of work because they "liked it", right?

From writing an 800-word essay in high school, which would make me cry and scream, to calming down and writing 3,600,900 words every day, typing out line after line, and carefully describing the world I want to show to the readers -

From the moment the first reader showed up and said with a smile, "I like you, sir," I felt as if I had all the joy in the world.

The joy of receiving the first payment for writing;

I have gained more and more readers, and after many years of updating or submitting manuscripts, I sit in front of the computer tirelessly, waiting for editors' feedback and readers' comments, watching them express different opinions and discussions on my works, and following the readers' emotions to feel happy or depressed...

Until one day.

When the motivation brought by the initial joy becomes more and more distant, I start to care about my popularity;

I started to care about whether my work could be sold;

When I see other authors whose works are selling well at the same time, I feel pressure in my heart while blessing them.

Editors may discriminate based on grades;

When problems arise in the sales of a work, readers will not only condemn the seller, but will also not spare the author from their overwhelming crusade...

It accumulates over time and finally explodes.

When she sat here, crying and saying "I don't want to write anymore" and "I've had enough", looking back at her happy self when she first started out as a writer and realizing how far away she was from that moment on, how despair must she have felt?

She was just a young girl in her twenties. While other people of her age were depressed and unable to sleep all night because of office fights and gossips from others, she had to face the condemnation of hundreds or even thousands of people.

On Suo Heng’s Weibo, the “I’m sorry” that was posted every few hours was like a knife stabbing Chu Li’s heart and hurting her eyes.

The weird and awkward feeling she had in the train yesterday afternoon finally reached its peak. She didn't even have to secretly take out the eye drops she had prepared. A large amount of liquid naturally flowed out of her eye sockets, and big tears "clicked" onto the keyboard in front of her.

Yu Yao, who was sitting in his seat, seemed to have heard something. He looked up at her and was slightly startled.

Lao Miao stopped typing on the keyboard and clicking the mouse, turned his head and glanced at her;

Chu Li raised his hand, wiped his eyes, and stood up.

"Let's stop here. I'll post an apology on Weibo," Chu Li said. "Just say that it was because of my negligence that the printing factory got the order of the print orders wrong. Because of my negligence, the editorial department didn't get the sample books before the bulk goods were shipped. Is that okay?"

Everyone was silent.

Chu Li lowered her eyes and looked at Lao Miao. Her gaze was extremely cold, even though tears were still hanging on her eyelashes at this moment... The entire office was terribly quiet, and only her voice was heard -

"But, Lao Miao, please tell Liang Chonglang that I did this not because I compromised, I was afraid, or I thought you were right. I did this only for my authors. If those readers who suffered losses must find someone to give them an explanation, that person should not be Suo Heng."

The first words of courtesy fell.

No one spoke for a while.

Lao Miao was silent for a few seconds, then smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's up to you. You can scold anyone you want, as long as you can think it through and resolve the issue." Chu Li also sneered at him, pulled out his chair and sat back in his seat.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yu Yao sitting in his seat, looking at Lao Miao with a hostile look that she had never revealed on the surface before.

“…”

Chu Li opened her Weibo account and began to draft an apology. She numbly typed the words of apology, taking the blame on herself. Gradually, her heart finally calmed down.

Because she knew that at this point, there was actually nothing she could do anymore.

Next it is Yu Yao's turn to enter the battlefield.