Another World Under My Pen

"...That's how it is."

In a phone call to Zheng Ye, the editor of Shuxiang Chinese.com said with a wry smile: "You thought you could use the website to give him pressure, didn't you expect it? He didn't plan to put the archer on sale! And Lao Bai also told me clearly. , Shooting Eagle is a million words at most, and it will be completed in three or four months, so I don’t want to contact him again... Unfortunately, our section finally produced a good book, and it was completely hopeless. ."

In the words, there was a strong smell of complaint.

"..."

Zheng Ye could only reply silently to the old friend's complaint.

As an veteran editor with more than ten years of experience, Zheng Ye has rarely encountered such tricky situations. The two companies are independent, but the same group is naturally much closer to the Internet, so Zheng Ye only needs to communicate a little to get the cooperation of the website editor, but what he did not expect is that people simply stated that they had no plans to shoot the sculpture. On the shelves, let this heavy punch hit the cotton lightly!

This……

How could he do this?

After a moment of silence, Zheng Ye's heart became more irritable.

"I know, I will consider this matter again."

After hurriedly saying a few words with the website editor, Zheng Ye gritted his teeth and hung up the phone. When things got to this point, he was also a little numb-the result was far from what he imagined!

The publishing house's contract is a bit overbearing. Of course Zheng Ye knows this very well.

But this has never been a fair world. If the other party is a great writer, even a small well-known writer, Zheng Ye would not dare to give out that contract. He must be polite to talk to the other party. A contract that is worthy of others. But for a pure newcomer like Sun Peng, no matter how high the quality of this book is, which editor would be stupid enough to give a high price? Don’t everyone get this new contract?

"Damn, what is he thinking?"

The more he thought about it, the more headache he got, Zheng Ye couldn't help cursing angrily.

To be honest, Zheng Ye really likes the book "Shooting the Eagles", otherwise he would read so many manuscripts every day, and he would not have been paying attention to a declining novel. Especially when the nine-fingered beggar Hong Qigong appeared, and when Guo Jing and Huang Rong walked into the magical Lujiazhuang, Zheng Ye began to discover the true charm of carving carvings. It is precisely because of this that he can't wait to decide to sign a formal contract even at the risk of failure...

And even if the conditions are average, it is money!

Although the shooting of eagles is indeed very exciting, and the recent achievements have indeed begun to improve rapidly, when the big, medium and small gods are everywhere, where do you want to stand as a newcomer and new book? Are there publishers willing to publish? Really consider yourself a great god?

"Ugh……"

After thinking about it, Zheng Ye's gloom was transformed into a long sigh...

...

Compared with Zheng Ye's entanglement and depression, Sun Peng's side was calm and calm.

Of course, this calmness was that after he got his first month's salary, if Zhao Jinxiang really only gave him 6,500 yuan for the probationary period, Sun Peng said that after all the entanglements, he could only let go of him. "The head, make a plan to bargain with Zheng Ye.

With money, Sun Peng has patience.

Of course he understands that Zheng Ye's conditions are not too bad, at least for a newcomer who has no foundation, someone willing to publish your book is a huge victory, and what bicycle is needed! Just like the great gods on earth, who didn't come from the most basic signing before becoming famous?

Still that sentence, not reconciled.

If it’s a novel written by Sun Peng himself, without a second word, he must have signed Pi Dian'er Pi Dian'er, but when I think of signing Jin Da’s Legend of the Condor Heroes, what is the difference with Sun Peng’s heart ?

Sun Peng calmed down completely when the reminder of the salary arrived in his ears.

Maybe you can make a lot of money by selling on the website, but for Sun Peng, that little money is no longer important. As for physical publishing, he would not even consider it without good enough conditions! At least when the economic crisis is temporarily lifted, Sun Peng intends to try it out according to his own ideas, if it succeeds...

...

For Jinhua Advertising Company, the payday is always on Friday, because the bosses know very well that if the "artists" are allowed to get the money at the beginning of the week or the middle of the week, they may be back in the next few days. The area appears to go to work with dark circles in the morning. So after get off work that day, Sun Peng was anxious to go home to eat the love dinner of his eldest sister, and was blocked by his own boss before going out.

"Xiaopeng, don't go back tonight."

Lightly patted Sun Peng on the shoulder, Zhao Jinxiang smiled with Yan Yue: "I have already called your sister, let's eat out tonight... Just as celebrating your first salary, I invite you to celebrate. celebrate."

While smiling all over his face, Zhao Jinxiang felt extremely painful in his heart.

Ever since he got this kid into his own company, Zhao Jinxiang has never spent much time thinking about it. Of course, this is because of Sun Jing, and on the other hand, it is also because of Sun Peng’s ability to show up against the sky at work-to be able to throw out one great idea after another like when he first went to work without money. It can definitely be called It's an advertising genius. But what made Zhao Jinxiang helpless was that this cheap brother-in-law didn't seem to be very cold to him, especially after two Friday nights who wanted to invite him to dinner, they all refused without hesitation...

So tonight, Zhao Jinxiang went straight to Sun Jing's route.

"……Ok."

After hesitating, Sun Peng smiled and nodded.

I have been working in this company for nearly a month, and Sun Peng has gradually learned more about Zhao Jinxiang. Whether it’s what you see and hear on weekdays, or the news from other colleagues, it seems that Zhao Jinxiang is not bad—competent, hardworking, and decent, at least the people around him have not heard of anything. Gossip, so when Sun Peng’s awkward feeling of being snatched away by others gradually passed, his attitude towards her boss gradually improved.

The face of a dinner is still to be given.

For this evening’s meal, Zhao Jinxiang obviously made full preparations. Even if Sun Peng is not his future brother-in-law, Zhao Jinxiang must also embody the two great ideas that this kid has recently handed over today. Demeanor. In the advertising industry, the most important thing is creative talents, and those with high efficiency like Sun Peng are top talents, and they are definitely the employees that every advertising company boss dreams of!

The place to treat guests is a private restaurant in a hutong.

The Hutong private kitchen in Beijing has always been quite famous, especially in recent years, with the active social media, the compulsion is getting higher and higher. Many places with a little reputation have started the appointment system gimmick. Many people flocked to it, forgetting that it is actually a place to eat.

But as far as treats are concerned, this kind of private restaurant still has a lot of face.

After parking the car, Zhao Jinxiang took Sun Peng into it and said with a smile: "I've been to this place twice. The taste is really good. I always wanted to bring your sister here once, but unfortunately I always missed it... …Today happens to be, the three of us have not eaten together yet, haha!"

"Hehe, thank you Brother Xiang in advance."

Nodded absentmindedly, Sun Peng smiled and asked: "By the way, when will my sister arrive? Are we here a bit early...Huh?"

Suddenly stopped, Sun Peng's eyes flickered, and both eyes looked far ahead.

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