As expected, Chu Li's apology Weibo attracted almost all the criticism, such as "A genius editor is no more than this", "Zhu Chuan's book is probably a rip-off", "Why don't you just stop writing books" and so on. The anger made readers unconsciously speak ill of Chu Li and denied everything he had done.
Fortunately, Chu Li was well prepared for this.
She didn't have a personal Weibo account, so those readers could only curse her on the official Weibo account, which gave her a little psychological comfort that she wasn't being cursed at... Chu Li knew that cursing on Weibo was the only thing these readers who had suffered losses could do.
Readers were not satisfied with this approach.
Suo Heng was not satisfied with this way of handling the matter.
Chu Li felt that Yu Yao would not be very satisfied with this way of handling the matter.
The only ones who were satisfied were probably the printing factory that had luckily escaped the disaster and Yuanyue Society that had saved an unnecessary amount of compensation... Chu Li didn't know whether Suo Heng would say anything to Yu Yao at this point, but later, after slowly opening QQ, she received a message from Suo Heng, which was just a few simple words -
【Why are you apologizing?】
Chu Li replied with an ellipsis, followed by "It's okay, just write your manuscript, remember to hand it in soon", and then opened the Q dialogue boxes of Jiang Yucheng, Zhu Chuan and Ah Gui respectively, asking them about the manuscripts -
The honest man Jiang Yucheng——
Jiang Yucheng has already given the full manuscript of "The Lost Amusement Park", and Chu Li hopes to add a short story with him...
【Jiang Yucheng: Why are you so anxious to get the manuscript?】
[The water army hired by Monkey: Teacher, please open the official Weibo of "Moonlight" and take a look. Such a big thing has happened. If I don't bring back some more manuscripts to prove myself, my body will be frozen! ]
【Jiang Yucheng: ……】
[The monkey’s hired navy: …Can we do it?]
【Jiang Yucheng: You've already spoken.】
[The water army hired by Monkey: Teacher, you really have the temperament of the male protagonist in Korean dramas sometimes. Try writing a romance novel next time. The male protagonist should follow your own personality setting, and you will definitely be popular. ]
【Jiang Yucheng: Hahaha, you really can say anything for the sake of the manuscript. If you don't like what Zhaochuan said, I will write 20,000 words a day for you for the rest of my life.】
[The navy hired by the monkey: …]
Garbage Ghost——
[The ghost behind you: Why are you so anxious to ask me for the manuscript? Didn’t you say that it’s still in time to hand it in next week? You need to take a breath before you hang yourself!]
[The navy hired by the monkey: Hang yourself? I have already done it. Now the body is floating in the wind on the official Weibo homepage of "Moonlight". Please queue up to visit. ]
[The ghost behind you: ...I saw the official Weibo of "Moonlight". It was blasted. It's really tragic. Among the four thousand comments, three thousand five hundred were greeting your eighteen generations of ancestors.]
[The monkey’s hired navy: Do you know what’s worse? ]
【The ghost behind you: What? 】
[The water army hired by the monkey: If you don’t submit the manuscript, I will be unemployed. ]
[The ghost behind you: ...]
Wen Pi Chuan——
【Zhuchuan: I don’t have any manuscripts to submit. 】
[The water army hired by Monkey: Where is the long series outline you promised me before? ! ]
【Zhuchuan: I don’t know what to write. I’m thinking about what to eat in the evening.】
[The navy hired by the monkey: Eat my big dick! ]
【Tsukawa: …】
【Zhuchuan: Can you be more polite? 】
[The navy hired by the monkey: Sure, take a stick from my grandson. ]
【Zhuchuan:. 】
[The navy hired by the monkey:. ]
above.
Chu Li was so anxious and angry, bearing countless insults and being scolded for three days and three nights, but he remained silent from beginning to end. The only thing he did was to urge the four authors under his command to submit their manuscripts.
Four days later.
When everyone thought that "the matter is over, Chu Li took the blame, thank her".
Chu Li came to Yu Yao's desk with a manuscript of three serials and two short stories totaling nearly 140,000 words. This was the manuscript that would be used for the April issue of Moonlight magazine. When he handed the manuscript to Yu Yao, Yu Yao roughly estimated the length and was shocked.
"That's a lot of words!" Yu Yao said. "Normally, 140,000 words would probably be the total for all the manuscripts published that month. This time, the authors you led alone account for so many words. Xiaoniao also has short stories by two other authors... So the proportion of novels in the April issue will have to be increased!"
"The authors have suddenly increased their word count," Chu Li said with a smile, looking innocent, as if she was not the one who put a kitchen knife on the authors' necks and asked them to write thousands more words. "Suo Heng has always been very good at increasing his word count on a daily basis. It's really rare that the other three Togashi Yoshihiro can also be so diligent."
"Oh, yes."
"There have been so many messes lately, and they are very kind to us by not abandoning the place and running away."
"Okay then," Yu Yao nodded and laughed, "It's rare that the authors are so energetic, so of course we'll continue. It doesn't matter if there are more words. This time we can just reduce the length and pages of other columns—"
As soon as Yu Yao finished speaking.
Lao Miao reacted. He had been sitting quietly in his seat, as if he was deaf and turned a deaf ear to the conversation between Yu Chuli and Yu Yao... When he heard the words "reduce the length and pages of other columns", he immediately froze up, pushed his chair back and poked his head out: "Wait, wait, wait... What is this? The length of each column is fixed, how can you just reduce it? When did you say you want to change the length? The coser column has done a special feature on the Sakura Festival this time, and we got back more than 30 photos alone. I was worried that there was not enough space, and you guys are still going to reduce it?!"
Chu Li turned around and looked at Lao Miao. Her face was expressionless at first. When she looked directly at Lao Miao's confused and angry face, the corners of her lips suddenly curled up——
The more authors and columns an editor is responsible for, and the more articles are published, the higher his position in the editorial department will be, and the more stable it will be. This is what you, Lao Miao, taught me personally through words and deeds...
Now that I have graduated, I can finally put my intelligence and eagerness to learn into practice...
How about it?
Surprised or not?
Is it surprising?
Seeing the expression on Chu Li's face, Lao Miao was slightly stunned at first, and then heard Yu Yao, who was sitting behind Chu Li, say calmly: "Moonlight is a novel magazine. There is no reason to delete the content of the novel in order to put more pictures... Besides, let's not talk about Jiang Yucheng and Zhuo Chuan, even Guiwa is a well-known author. As for how popular "The Great Ruler" has been in the past few issues, if you are not blind, you should have seen it. If you want to delete the content of their manuscripts, whose content are you going to delete? Jiang Yucheng? Or Zhuo Chuan?"
Lao Miao: “…”
Lao Miao: "But I have already finished the post-production of the photos here, and I have even planned half of the layout!"
Yu Yao shrugged and said casually, "Delete half of it."
Lao Miao frowned: "It's not my place to do such a troublesome thing, whoever tells me to delete it will do it——"
Yu Yao raised his eyebrows: "Wow, if it's not you who should do it, then who should do it? Me?"
Chu Li: "..."
Chu Li couldn't control the curve of her lips... Actually, she didn't need to control it, after all, she had been waiting for this day for a long time. At this moment, everyone in the editorial department who was not deaf could smell the strong smell of gunpowder in the air. Everyone looked at the smoke of the battlefield between Yao and Lao Miao in confusion...
"You can't even handle these things by yourself. Are you unwilling to do it? Or are you too lazy to do it?" Yu Yao smiled and said as if jokingly, "Everyone is very busy. Chu Li and Xiao Niao have a lot of manuscripts to proofread, and I still have to do the third proofreading of "The Lost Amusement Park". Who else can you count on to do it? I bow to you three times and ask you to come out, okay?"
Lao Miao choked, and finally realized the impoliteness and nitpicking in Yu Yao's words. His face suddenly turned a little ugly: "It's meaningless if you talk like this..."
"How else can you talk? Oh, by the way, you can always make decisions without my permission. Are you not used to receiving orders from me all of a sudden?"
The smile on Yu Yao's face disappeared——
"How about I call you boss?"
Everyone: “…”
Yu Yao stood up and put his hands on the table: "I might as well make it clear - I hope everyone here can clearly understand what I said today - I turned a blind eye before, just hoping that everyone can get along well and make our new issue of "Moonlight" a good one, so that one day it can be on par with "Star Track"... But maybe because I am too easy to talk to, or too silent, people always have the illusion that my existence as the editor-in-chief is dispensable."
Yu Yao: "I used to work with at Star Tracks for at least 11 or 12 authors, but now they are all well-known authors, and the worst of them have best-selling books with sales of 200,000. Let's put it this way, you have all the author resources that I can't negotiate with, because I'm the editor-in-chief, and I have the final say in Moonlight magazine. Talking to me is simpler, more effective and more direct than talking to any of you."
Yu Yao: "If that's the case, why should I talk to you?"
Yu Yao: "So I hope some people will stop thinking about those little tricks, thinking that they can surpass me and reach a height that they can never reach by joining hands with people from other departments... These are all unrealistic fantasies."
Yu Yao: "In the editorial department, there is no second-in-command except me."
Yu Yao spoke slowly and then sat back in his seat steadily.
Everyone: “…”
Lao Miao shut his mouth and looked at Yu Yao as if he was looking at Godzilla who had just come ashore;
Everyone in the editorial department was confused. Even Lao Li, who was usually the most indifferent and almost invisible, put down the typesetting he was doing, reached out and touched Ah Xiang beside him, asking her what happened with his eyes.
The little bird's eyes flickered, and I didn't know what she was thinking...
At this moment, the atmosphere was as tense as a taut string. Everyone was breathing cautiously. Even if a pin drop on the ground could be heard, the actual situation probably didn't matter.
In such an atmosphere, Chu Li, who was standing closest to Yao, smiled.
"Oh, it's not a big deal. Lao Miao, just delete the photos. It's just about 20 photos. There should be 7 or 8 left. Let's talk nicely. Harmony brings wealth."
Chu Li stepped on her high heels, pulled out her own chair, sat down in her seat, and gave Lao Miao the final blow at that moment—she could sense that when she said “harmony brings wealth” in a mocking tone, Lao Miao was probably about to faint from anger…
And at this moment, the editorial department is still eerily quiet.
People finally realized that the "Little God" incident was not over. The calm of the previous few days was just a prelude, and now the storm was about to come.
…
After work that day, Chu Li did not work overtime.
It was still daylight when we got home. Zhuchuan was lying on the sofa playing the mobile game that he had seen the advertisement for. I heard that he had spent 170,000 or 180,000 yuan on it so far. He already had two or three exclusive customer service representatives for the game. They followed him around every day, calling him "little brother" and almost asking him if he needed any special services.
This resulted in Chu Li coming up to him and making a few comments every time he saw him playing games.
On this day, when Zhuchuan heard the sound of the entrance door opening, he reflexively sat up from his position lying on the sofa with his legs trembling, turned off the background sound of the game, and held his phone with a serious face: "You came back so early today, did you get fired?"
"You're the one who got fired." Chu Li bent down and put on her slippers. "You're playing games, right? The music is so loud that I can hear it even if I stand outside the door. What's the point of turning it off after I open the door?"
“…”
Zhuchuan accidentally remembered that when he was a child, his mother pressed his head to make him practice piano. Every day, as soon as his mother left to buy groceries, he would climb down from the piano to watch TV. Then, the moment he heard movement on the stairs, he would run to turn off the TV and climb back to the piano...
Until one day his mother had an idea and touched the back of the TV, found that it was hot, then she took him out and gave him a good beating.
The sudden recollection of his childhood made Chuan turn up the game sound effects to the maximum as if to provoke him——
But when he looked up and glanced at Chu Li, he found that she was no longer as gloomy as she had been in the past few days, as if there was a raining cloud above her head wherever she went... Now she was cheerful and didn't look like she wanted to teach him a lesson at all.
After Zhuchuan quit the game, the living room suddenly became quiet after the noisy game music stopped. The man followed the little girl walking back and forth in the living room with his eyes. After a while, he finally couldn't help but asked curiously: "Yuanyue Society exploded? So happy?"
“Yuanyue Society didn’t explode, but Lao Miao did.” Chu Li lifted up the rice jar and stretched his head to look at the rice inside. “Today, Lao Miao got scolded by our boss—there is no second-in-command in our editorial department—hahahahahahaha, when the boss gets mean, he’s like a bomber, much meaner than you.”
"You don't have to add that last sentence."
"What you said last time was indeed useful. I knew that my tears in the office on Monday were not shed in vain..." Chu Li was halfway through washing rice when she poked her head out of the kitchen and gave a thumbs up to the man on the sofa in the living room with her wet hands. "Thanks for the reminder."
Zhuchuan looked at the person standing in the kitchen——
It was the first time in three or four days that she looked like a living person.
When she got home, she would be silent as hell, holding her phone, biting her lower lip, and browsing Weibo without saying anything... At this time, Chu Li had a light in her eyes when she spoke, and the corners of her lips were raised into a malicious arc, which made her look both annoying and cute.
Her hair was a little messy from the wind outside, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold. At this moment, she was clinging to the kitchen door frame like a koala, leaning half of her body to look at him...
Wearing the slippers he bought for me.
Standing in his home.
His people.
The man sitting on the sofa was moved, and he sat up a little straighter. The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up slightly. He looked into her eyes and said in a low voice: "Golden tricks are never free. What kind of reward should I get?"
The person clinging to the door frame was slightly stunned. Before he could ask the man what reward he wanted, he saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room like a big boss, raising his hand and silently tapping his lips...
“…”
It took Chu Li three seconds to understand what he meant.
Her face turned red like a cooked shrimp. She uttered an "ah" and shrank back into the kitchen, her forehead against the cold wall beside the door. Her eyes were wide open, her cheeks were red, and her heartbeat was so fast that it could have sent a high-energy warning to medical equipment!
At the same time.
The man sitting on the sofa watched her disappear at the edge of the kitchen door frame, but the hem of her skirt that was exposed at the door frame showed that she did not go far away, but retreated behind the wall... His brown eyes looked at the exposed hem with a faint smile, until he saw it swaying slightly -
The next second, the little girl in slippers rushed out of the kitchen like a gust of wind, came in front of him, held his face, and pecked his lips quickly!
The soft and slightly cool touch rubbed across his lips.
When she took a deep breath and tried to escape, the man straightened his upper body slightly, then held her head with his big hands, and easily deepened the kiss...
The tip of her tongue dipped into his teeth, and she tasted the faint smell of tobacco in his mouth. Her mind went blank and she only had time to think, "Ah, this guy is smoking secretly again, is he stuck?" - She was stunned for a moment, and then he seized the opportunity, and the moment their tongues intertwined...
It's not the first time.
The first ceremony was still a little weak.
“…Wow…”
The other party's overly direct demands made her whimper uncontrollably. She tried desperately to breathe clumsily, holding her breath until her face turned red. However, he was mean and refused to let her go. He kissed her until the corners of her lips turned red. Her eyes, which had finally become bright today, narrowed slightly, and watery.
It seemed like a century had passed. When Chu Li felt her bones collapsing and softening millimeter by millimeter, the man finally let her go...
She took a greedy breath of air, took a few steps back, and her left foot clumsily stepped on the heel of her right slipper. Then she screamed "Ah" and fell on the sofa with her four legs up in the air.
At the same time, she heard the man's smiling voice above her head: "I told you to cook something delicious to reward me tonight, what did you think of?"
“…”
Amid the man's vicious teasing, Chu Li grabbed the sofa pillow under her waist, wanting to smash Zhuchuan to death with it - but after thinking about it, it seemed that suffocating herself to death would be faster, so she pressed it tightly against her face, which was so red that blood seemed to be dripping out.