After receiving the interview result, Chu Li was asked to start work on the first of the next month. She spent the remaining half a month to find a place to stay in the city - a 40-square-meter studio apartment in a remote location but clean... Then she looked forward to the arrival of April 1st like a bride waiting to be married.
The night before she officially started working, Chu Li didn't sleep well. She informed all her relatives and friends of the good news that she had joined Yuanyue Society. She also privately called the author of "Little White Lotus in My Heart" whom she had been a fan of for ten years and vowed to publish the best book for him.
In short, I am filled with joy of finally stepping into the circle I have longed for.
…
At dawn the next day, Chu Li jumped up, washed, and dressed herself. Then, following the route she had already checked and silently reviewed several times, she hurried to the building she had visited not long ago.
When passing by the display cabinet of Yuanyue Society's works in the lobby on the first floor, Chu Li couldn't help but slow down his pace and take a few more glances: for a publishing house, only high-quality books are qualified to appear in the display cabinet - Chu Li hopes that one day, there will be one or several books made by himself that can be displayed there.
………………Although she saw the harsh reality one hour after making this wish——
Chu Li and other newcomers who passed the interview gathered in the conference room, waiting for the heads of various departments of Yuanyue Society to come and pick them up. She was a little excited inside - at this moment, she still felt like she was dreaming and couldn't believe that she was about to become an editor of Yuanyue Society - until she found that the names of the people around her were called one after another and she was the only one left. She began to feel uneasy about this, and finally she saw a person in high heels not far away, slowly pushing the door and walking in.
When she saw the person's face clearly, Chu Li's inner excitement was replaced by "whats the f*ck" - the person who came was none other than the lady who looked anxious to go home for dinner that day and asked her if she would work for 1,800 yuan a month.
As expected of April 1st, the scene before us was very festive. The late-coming lady didn't seem surprised. There was only one person left in the conference room, looking up at her stupidly. She walked slowly to Chu Li and said, "Chu Li?"
Chu Li jumped up from his chair with a bang: "Hello, I am——"
Lady: "My name is Yu Yao, and I'm the editor-in-chief of the new issue of Moonlight. Welcome to join our editorial team."
Chu Li was stunned for a moment: "Moonlight?"
Not "Star Orbit"?
Yu Yao raised her delicately drawn eyebrows.
Chu Li: "Moonlight! So happy!"
Yu Yao lowered his eyes and ignored the unusually raised ending tone, handed over the contract, turned to the first page, and said in a flat voice: "The probation period is tentatively set at two months. Both parties have the right to stop at any time during the probation period - you can leave at any time; I can also decide whether you will be a regular employee at any time. The monthly salary during the internship period is tentatively set at 2,500 yuan, with a full attendance bonus of 100 yuan and a daily meal allowance of 10 yuan. After all, it is a very difficult industry to make money. Is this ok with you?"
Chu Li had a face full of question marks, and Mr. L’s brainwashing words “It’s almost closed, it’s almost closed, it’s almost closed” echoed in her mind. She took the contract and forced a smile: “………………………………No problem, really, it’s Moonlight! I’m so happy!”
The contract was signed in this way.
Because at this time Chu Li was so poor that he couldn't afford the train ticket to run away immediately, go home and hug his mother's thighs to become a useless and idle parasite.
…
Ten minutes later, Chu Li stood in front of the office at the end of the corridor where he had gotten lost and met the fox. The small blackboard was still the same, but the office was no longer empty. There were about five or six people sitting scattered inside.
There was a fish tank at the door of the office, with a dozen parrot fish in it. When Yu Yao went in, he casually poured a scavenger fish that had been kept in a separate tank for a while to adapt to the environment into the tank. Chu Li felt that the shivering scavenger fish among the parrot fish was a bit like himself when he first arrived.
……Well.
Seeing the new colleague coming, although the people in the office seemed to be lacking in interest, they all reluctantly raised their eyelids to greet Chu Li.
"Ah, is there a new person here? I didn't know they would stuff us with people this time? Really, it's already crowded enough, it looks like the seat next to me will be occupied, where will I put my Fendi bag that I just bought on behalf of someone else over the weekend!"
A: Deputy Editor-in-Chief Lao Miao, a man who looks gay and is in a bad mood today, in his early thirties, and seems to be well dressed. Lao Miao is the main person in charge of the novels of Moonlight Magazine. In his self-introduction, he introduced that the authors he is managing include Zhuchuan, Hengsuo, Hema, Nian Nian and other great writers... Lao Miao sits right under Yu Yao's nose, next to Chu Li;
"Are you the copy editor? I'm the art editor Ah Xiang, um, that's it."
B: Art editor Axiang, who is silent with glasses on, loves to giggle and seems to be very patient.
"My last name is Li, you can just call me Lao Li."
C: Art editor Lao Li, male, over 30 years old, looks quite old-fashioned.
"Newbie... I'm also half a newbie, just call me Little Bird!"
D: Xiaoniao, a semi-new editor who joined the company a month and a half earlier than Hatsurei, has long curly hair, a forest girl style, speaks softly, and blushes easily;
The new colleagues all have different drawing styles, the only thing they have in common is that they are all very cold.
everyone.
——This is probably a magazine club that will make people with social phobia feel warm.
Chu Li complained in her heart while sitting down next to Lao Miao as instructed. She smelled the scent of men's cologne. She turned her head to look at Lao Miao, and then met his gaze. Chu Li sat up straighter: "Deputy Editor-in-Chief!"
Lao Miao: "Don't call me bureaucratic, just call me Lao Miao."
As Lao Miao spoke, he unceremoniously threw her a few website URLs and a unified account password, and told her that her job today was to sort out readers' private messages from the official Weibo and the "Moonlight" exclusive submission magazine mailbox, and select valuable emails and submit them in a separate copy.
Lao Miao: "If you don't understand, you can ask."
Chu Li: "Oh! OK!"
Even if your tone sounds like you'll break my neck if I dare you to ask.
Chu Li really wanted to ask if the submission mailbox is not used for submissions, but considering Lao Miao's attitude, she chose to shut up before doing anything and swallowed the question she wanted to ask: If the mailbox is full of manuscripts, what are the so-called "valuable" emails and what are the so-called "worthless" emails?
...But then she quickly understood the definition of the latter.
As soon as she opened the magazine's mailbox, the number "99" made her eyes blur. After a quick glance, Chu Li discovered that the emails in the magazine submission mailbox were definitely not just simple submissions. On average, there would be one serious submission in every twenty emails, and the rest were a mess of other emails. The types of emails can be roughly divided into three categories:
The first category is those who simply ask for directions and find a baby:
"Hello, if I want to submit an article to a magazine, should I submit it to this email address?"
"Please tell me where to send my magazine submissions";
"Where should I submit my article?"
"What is your standard fee for manuscripts? How do I submit my manuscript?";
"How to submit an article";
——For this kind of people, Chu Li kindly copied and pasted: Hello, please send your submission to this email address. Thank you (≧ω≦)!!!
The second category is the type of writing that shows off one’s writing skills:
"Hello, I am an author. Can I submit my writing to Noble Magazine? [In this sad and bright March, I stood by the classroom window and saw the afterglow of the setting sun pouring in. The playground outside the window seemed to be isolated in the tranquility of another world, and the fine dust was shattered in time]...";
"Hello, I have a sample draft here. I wonder if I can get some advice from the editor: [Everyone will eventually become a single person in their life. I will be the only one left on this road. I hold on to the memories that I think are precious, stop and go along the way, and cherish the beautiful things that I once had with him... But I am afraid that one day when I finally reach the end of this road, I will find that the things I am afraid of forgetting have already been forgotten by me. Fear will devour me.]..."
"Hello, do you accept poetry and prose here? Here is a poem: [The bright moon is in the sky, the moon's shadow is returning, and a few people are returning under the peony flowers]..."
——For this kind of people, Chu Li’s emotions went from “Wow” to “Fuck” and finally she became exhausted and numb and chose to ignore them expressionlessly.
The third type, asking about the author's life or death - this type of angle is quite tricky, Chu Li is not sure whether to reply or ignore, so she has no choice but to ask Lao Miao who sits next to her and gave this task to her...
Chu Li stretched his neck and lowered his voice: "Lao Miao, let me ask you something. For example, if a reader says, 'I am a fan of Menglu Dada. Our Dada's short story was published in the first issue of Moonlight Magazine, and Dada has never appeared since. Where is she?', how should you answer?"
The mouse in Lao Miao's hand stopped clicking. "You can answer her that besides her, no one else wants to read the author. The reason why the author no longer appears in our magazine is probably because of this."
Chu Li: "..."
Chu Li: "Then there is this question, about Zhuchuan. How tall is Zhuchuan? What kind of books does he like to read? Do you have any reading recommendations for new authors or middle school students?"
After Chu Li finished speaking, for some reason the entire editorial department suddenly became quiet, including Boss Yu Yao, who all raised their heads and looked at Chu Li - as if what she had just asked was actually the color of the underwear that Lao Miao was wearing today.
First Li: “???”
Chu Li's heart skipped a beat, and he felt something was not right. He smiled nervously and added, "Are these questions within the limits? I heard that Mr. Chu Chuan is a very nice person. Readers have asked him these questions on Weibo, and he occasionally responds. So if the questions were asked by a magazine—"
Shouldn't you answer it?
Before Chu Li finished speaking, Lao Miao let go of the mouse, and the swivel chair under his butt turned around to face Chu Li. The person sitting on the chair crossed his legs and looked Chu Li up and down. Then he smiled and waved to Chu Li: "Come here."
Chu Li stood up uneasily and came behind Lao Miao. Then he watched Lao Miao open his Q, then found a person named "Zhu Chuan" and started typing with his head down -
【Meow Meow: Teacher Chu Chuan, we newcomers have questions for you, can you please answer them? How tall are you? What kind of books do you like to read? Do you have any reading recommendations for new authors or middle school students?】
After typing, Lao Miao took his hands off the keyboard.
A few seconds later, the words popped up in the QQ dialogue box on the computer screen that Chu Li was staring at closely -
【Zhuchuan: Are you free? 】
【Zhuchuan: Should I be blocked?】
【Zhu Chuan: What is the reading list for middle school students? "Eighteen Styles of Longyang". 】
Lao Miao: “Look.”
First Li: “………………………………………………”
Look at the wool.
Chu Li: "This can't be Chu Chuan."
The look in Lao Miao's eyes when he looked at Chu Li instantly turned into a look of concern for the mentally retarded.