"Have you finished reading it? What do you think of this storybook?" Xie Ping asked with a smile.
"It's pretty good." He Ling squeezed out the words from between her teeth.
Xie Ping laughed again, but her smile didn't quite capture her meaning. "So, how does it compare to what you wrote?"
He Ling gritted her teeth and didn't speak for a long time.
As a storyteller, He Ling's writing skills are not very good, but at least she has the ability to appreciate stories.
Although she was reluctant to admit it, the person who wrote this story was more capable than her.
"You admitted it, huh? I thought you were too conceited to admit it. So, tell me, how could such a person's story be serialized in Fengya Bookstore, which you said was about to go bankrupt?"
He Ling's forehead was covered in cold sweat. She looked at Xie Ping, who had an indifferent expression, and said, "Boss Xie, I'm not too sure either. I can guarantee that there has never been a story like this "Yizhi Haitang" before. None of the writers at Fengya Bookstore have a style like this "Yizhi Haitang".
Boss Xie, believe me, this Yizhi Haitang is very likely the author of a new storybook."
Xie Ping looked He Ling up and down, and seeing that she was also puzzled, and not guilty or flustered, she believed her words a little, and her expression immediately looked much better.
She suddenly smiled and became much friendlier. "Alright, I didn't mean anything special. I was just a little surprised that such a remarkable person suddenly appeared in Fengya Bookstore. He Ling, don't be nervous. Sit down. Let's eat something and talk slowly."
After saying that, he gave a look to the young waiter next to him.
The young waiter bit his lip, stood up and gave up the chair.
He Ling wanted to say no, but she didn't dare to disobey Xie Ping, so she sat down and a cup of tea was handed to her.
He Ling took it a little stiffly, but didn't drink it.
"He Ling, you have no idea how popular this new issue of Fengya Bookstore is in Renhe County. There are crowds of people inside. At first, I didn't believe it either, until I sent someone to see it and saw the storybook. Then I started to believe it."
"He Ling, you and I both know the potential of this author. His storybooks will not only revive Fengya Bookstore, but will also take our Tianshui Bookstore to a higher level."
"He Ling, do you know who this crabapple tree belongs to?" Xie Ping asked the question she wanted to ask, staring at her.
He Ling held the teacup in her hand, tea smoke curled up, and the fragrance of tea spread to her nose. It was obvious that this was top-quality tea, but He Ling had no intention of tasting it.
She smiled bitterly: "Thank you, Boss. I don't know either."
"You've been in Fengya Bookstore for so long, you must have some clues. Or think about it, are there any new people in Fengya Bookstore recently?"
Newcomer!?
Somehow, the elegant face of a young man emerged in He Ling's mind.
Could it be him?
No, it's impossible.
Thinking of the boy's merciless mockery of her, He Ling's eyes darkened and she subconsciously denied this possibility.
He Ling shook her head, she really didn't know.
Xie Ping was a little disappointed that she didn't get an answer from He Ling, but she didn't give up her thoughts on this newcomer.
She pondered for a moment and said, "He Ling, you haven't been at Fengya Bookstore for long. How about this, can you help me find out who this person is? If you find out, I'll change the agreement you signed with Tianshui Bookstore to 40:60, you 60, I'll take 40. If you can sign this person, I'll give you an extra 50 taels."
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