Thriller Paradise Chapter 342: Miss
After the phone on the bedside table vibrated three times, Li Ruoyu stretched out his arm lazily.
"How do you know my mobile phone number?" Siyu answered the phone and said without saying hello at all.
"Uh..." Feng Bujue was stunned for two seconds, and replied: "I said... Then how do you know that I am calling?"
"It's a small bone...whoo..." Siyu did not shy away from blowing her nose once during the call. After removing the tissue, she continued with a thick nasal sound: "One time she accidentally said I missed my mouth, I accidentally wrote it down, so I know at the moment it was you who called."
"How careless she was to leak an eleven-digit number..." Feng Bujue smiled and said, "You still wrote it down'inadvertently'..." He couldn't bear it. Live to complain.
After these few unscrupulous nonsense, the two of them are also clear in their hearts: Feng Bujue undoubtedly asked for the number from a small sigh; and on the side of the rain, in fact, it has long been obtained from the sad soul. Knowing Feng Bujue's phone number, it has always been stored in the phone.
Then the question is, why do Xiao Tan and Mi Ling know everything?
Obviously, they have a good relationship, so they often have contact outside the game. As for how good their relationship is... In the days when Singles Day is approaching, I think it is better not to talk about such heavy topics.
"I have something to say." In a rather arrogant tone, Siyu signaled that Feng Bujue could change the subject.
Brother Jue naturally had to accommodate girls at this moment. He smiled and said: "I'll call to ask about your condition (I care about you)."
"I had a high fever last night, and it is now noon the next day. If there is something to do, you can only confirm the cause of my death by calling (I'm pretty good)." Siyu replied Tao.
"I can't help it. It was midnight when I saw Xiao Tan's message. That kid was in the script at the time, and I didn't have any place to ask your contact information." Feng Bujue replied, "Besides... …Even if I have your mobile phone number, it’s not good to call a patient in the middle of the night (in fact, I wanted to call you a long time ago, just because I’m afraid to interrupt your rest)."
"Oh, that's it (it's quite thoughtful)." Siyu replied coldly.
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue agreed.
Then the two fell into a short, but rather awkward silence. By the way, the content in brackets above is the subtext that these two socially disabled guys want to express.
"Since you have nothing serious, then wait until your illness is cured. Let's see you online." Feng Bujue still broke the silence.
"Okay." Siyu replied, paused for two seconds, and said, "Thank you for your concern...bye."
"Goodbye." Feng Bujue replied.
The two hung up their phones almost at the same time.
"Huh..." Feng Bujue took a long sigh, put his phone on the coffee table, then stood up from the sofa and stretched his waist: "What kind of a subtle atmosphere... I always feel better. In the script, killing monsters is still tiring."
The phone just broke here. The intercom at the door rang again.
"Huh? I didn't order a takeaway." Feng Bujue muttered, walked to the door, picked up the receiver, "Who?"
The voice of a young woman came across: "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Feng Bujue."
This voice is very strange, and Feng Bujue heard it first time.
"I am, who are you?" Feng Bujue asked.
"My name is Ann. It's your new editor. I need to talk to you about some work situations." The other party replied.
"New editor?" Feng Bujue was puzzled: "Then Old Chen (Feng Bujue's original editor) he..."
"Can I come up and talk?" The other party interrupted him.
"Oh, sorry, wait a minute." Feng Bujue quickly realized. It was impolite to let others stand at the doorway downstairs and talk to myself, so I pressed the door open button.
Two minutes later, the lady Ann took the elevator up.
Feng Bujue waited behind the door, staring at the corridor through the cat's eyes. So he opened the door without waiting for the other person to ring the doorbell.
"Hello. Unconsciously, I am your new editor, An Yueqin." An Yueqin has read Feng Bujue's material in the magazine. She knows that the person in front of her is "Unconscious", so she directly Introduced himself.
Feng Bujue looked at the stranger up and down while shaking hands with the other party.
This Miss Ann looks like twenty-five years old, with a delicate face, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and long hair tied behind her head; her posture is slightly delicate, but her height is 1.70 meters. Above; she is wearing a formal suit with a white shirt as the base, and a dark suit on the outside, which looks decent in terms of the depth of the neckline and the length of the skirt.
"Hello, hello..." Feng Bujue said: "Please come in." He let An Yueqin in the door, and when the door closed, he said: "Sit down and step on the cat carefully."
An Yueqin first looked around the room, then came to sit down on the sofa.
"Would you like something to drink?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Don't bother..." Ms. Ann wanted to say "Don't bother, just give me a glass of water", but she didn't expect this to come out.
"That's great!" Feng Bujue actually responded, and sat down on the sofa, "By the way, what happened to Old Chen?"
An Yueqin replied: "He has resigned."
"Ah? How could it be? What reason?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Excessive pressure." An Yueqin said.
"If you want to resign, just resign, and you didn't say hello to me." Feng Bujue continued.
An Yueqin looked at him: "Because his pressure mainly comes from you."
"Huh? What happened to me?"
"This is exactly what I want to talk to you today."
An Yueqin's tone is serious, but her expression always reveals a little domineering feeling. Although her age is similar to Feng Bujue's, her aura and coercion are more than twice as strong as the original Lao Chen.
"But...First of all, there is one thing about me. I think it would be better to tell you first." An Yueqin said, after a few simple operations on her mobile phone, she opened a search website and entered it. What? Then the page was displayed in front of Feng Bujue. "As you can see, I am the granddaughter of the chairman of Siri Group."
Feng Bujue naturally heard the name of Siri Group, just as he had heard of Microsoft or Nike. The word "Si Rui" symbolizes a business empire in their universe. At this time, the page that Feng Bujue saw was the result returned after searching the Internet for "Granddaughter of the Chairman of Sirui Group.
Feng Bujuannian said: "Oh...really. So, I'm...a subsidiary of your head office...a publishing subsidiary...a subordinate magazine...employee, yes Is this the case?"
"Not only that. Don't forget, most of your previous published works were distributed through this ‘subsidiary’ you call." An Yueqin continued.
"Hehe...it seems that I am leaning on Siri's mountain to eat." Feng Bujue smiled: "Then should I call you...Miss?"
"On the contrary, I told you my identity directly, just to let you not treat me differently." An Yueqin said.
"Well... that's right. Even if you don't tell me, based on my personality, I will find this thing very quickly. At that time... my attitude towards you will definitely change." Feng Bujue said bluntly He said: "Instead of this, it is better to pick out everything from the beginning."
"Yes, so please treat me as an ordinary editor who just took office today." An Yueqin said.
"I will do my best." Feng Bujue replied lazily. He was wondering in his heart: Where is this singing? The big chaebol devolved his rich three generations to the grassroots level for experience?
"Very good, then..." An Yueqin said: "Let's talk about business." She said that, she took it from her bag. Take out a magazine and put it on the coffee table.
"Uh...you didn't mean to comment on my manuscript last month, right?" Feng Bujue said.
"Of course not." An Yueqin pointed to the magazine: "I just want to ask, have you bought or read our magazine?"
Feng Bujue is also honest: "Before signing the contract with the magazine, and at the beginning of serialization. I also bought several issues. But I haven't watched it for half a year recently."
"Then please take a look first." If An Yueqin knew about Brother Jue's problem, she would definitely not say this.
Feng Bujue picked up the magazine without saying a word, and started flipping through it page by page. Although he has ten lines at a glance, it is impossible for him to finish reading these dozens of papers soon. And An Yueqin was not very good at interrupting each other. After all, she asked Feng Bujue to watch it herself.
So he dazzled. Twenty minutes passed...
Feng Bujue put down the magazine: "I'm finished."
"It's really'finished'." An Yueqin said in her heart, but she still said in her usual tone: "Can you tell me your overall impression of this magazine?"
Feng Bujue seemed to understand the other party’s intentions a little bit. He considered it a little and said, “The paper and printing are both good, and it's a top-notch standard on the market. The pricing is also reasonable and not unacceptable; the content is reasonable. There is no big problem, but the advertisements take up almost half of the space, which makes people feel a little watery."
"Well, that's right." An Yueqin said: "My opinion is roughly the same as yours. The paper sales of our magazine is much lower than that of the electronic version, because there are too many advertisements that make readers feel...buy yourself A magazine, but only read half of the content."
"But the paper media these days are like this...Without advertising, you can't even collect the printing cost." Feng Bujue said.
"So we need to reform." An Yueqin patted the magazine with one hand.
"This kind of thing that the marketing department manages...what are you doing so vigorously with me?" Feng Bujue was a little bit dumbfounded.
"The vegetarian meals in other departments are their business. As a member of a company, if you see a problem, you shouldn't stand by." An Yueqin interrupted.
"Huh~" Feng Bujue smiled, "Then what do you want?"
"It's not "thinking"." An Yueqin said: "This morning, my report has been handed over to the editor-in-chief's desk." She paused, "He has also agreed. Starting from this month, our magazine will be changed from weekly to bimonthly."
"Have you ever thought about..." Feng Bujue said: "If you are really an ordinary employee, and you just joined the company, you will leapfrog a higher level and throw a report on the top leadership desk... what will happen."
An Yueqin knew what Feng Bujue was referring to, and she replied loudly and loudly: "The editor-in-chief will adopt my opinion, it has nothing to do with my identity." Her tone was indeed very confident.
"Hehe...this classmate,'corpse position vegetarian meal'. In fact, it is a relatively unpopular idiom." Feng Bujue said in a teacher-like tone: "But'self-deception'...our daily life often I will use it."
An Yueqin leaned her body forward, staring at Feng Bujue displeasedly, "No, I've read your article, you almost wrote the word'narcissism' on your face. ...You must think that you have a unique level, right?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue leaned back on the sofa: "I'm just very level." He paused for a few seconds, and calmly chanted: "The hand dance stone is last month, the knee is crossed by the flower jade. Go here. Outside a pot, you are not in my heart." As he said, he picked up a cup of cold coffee that was already on the coffee table. It’s like tasting a wine, "How do you think it’s made for you?"
An Yueqin's being fooled by Brother Jue was actually a moment of silence. She had never seen anyone compose poems for herself in her life.
Three seconds later, Feng Bujue smiled and said: "Ha... don't think about it. This is Li Bai's "Drink Alone"."
An Yueqin was a little bit irritated, and a blush appeared on her cheeks quietly: "Is it great to quote the scriptures and gag?"
"Neither." Feng Bujue said: "These days, with a good background, a hard backing, and the most remarkable." He spread his hands: "You ask others not to treat you differently. This is a good idea, but you are the most Let me correct my style and attitude first.
You have to really feel like you can be an ordinary editor like Lao Chen. Just do your job well. Don't take the clerk's salary, **** the chairman's heart. That's arrogant, understand? If you leave the ancient times, you will kill your whole family, and if you leave the modern times, you will be fired.
Also, things like ‘vegetarian meals in other departments’. I thought about it before I said it. Even if it is a fact, it shouldn't be told by you. Don't you mean that the leader is stupid or blind? Do you want to do it? "
Feng Bujue’s attitude was extremely arrogant, "Finally, I will give you some friendship tips. When you just got here, I smelled the smell of brand-name perfume. This smell is like saying to your colleagues--' Stay away'. If you don't want to be the object of cold violence in the workplace, I advise you a few words, in the future, you should be approachable, wear casual clothes, use cheaper perfumes, and drive a frustrating car when you go to work. Important...Don’t make a small report behind your back."
Listening to Feng Bujue's words, An Yueqin's expression changed several times during the period. The aura that had disappeared when she entered the room had long since disappeared. At this moment, she looked like an intern, listening to her teacher talking about her life.
"Are you finished?" An Yueqin spoke only half a day later. At this moment, her expression was quite complicated, she seemed to be angry, but she showed a little grievance.
"It's almost...Don't get angry. You let me see you as a general editor." Feng Bujue said loudly, "If you change your mind now, I hope I will treat you as Miss, I can understand it completely."
An Yueqin ignored him~IndoMTL.com~ and started to talk about business: "From May, the magazine has been changed to a fortnightly issue, the number of pages has doubled, and the number of advertisements has decreased. Therefore, including you, all those that are being serialized Signed authors need to add 30% more content every month, and they have to..." She said word by word: "Press! Time! Hand in! Manuscript!"
Feng Bujue swallowed his saliva, and his face instantly turned pale. These four words were like a reminder to him.
Speaking of this, An Yueqin has stood up: "Your manuscript proofreading is done very well, and the story is very popular. Your only problem is the two words-out of manuscript. However, from this month, please Strictly follow the delivery date stated in the contract." She said, she walked to the door and reached out to open the door.
Feng Bujue rushed over and knelt down with a snap, "Miss! Let's discuss it again! If you have something to say! I am the villain..."
An Yueqin had already stepped out at this time, watching Jue brother kneel down unscrupulously, her mood improved inexplicably, and she wanted to laugh a little, but she still tried her best to squeeze her face and be serious. Authentic: "I will come again on May 15th. Please prepare the manuscript for June by then. I will contact you by email if I have something to do. The email address has not changed." She hesitated, and finally said: "Um...thank you... Goodbye." Then he turned and left.