The Ming Pao newspaper office is in an office building.
When Jiang Yao entered, the receptionist with curly hair and a professional outfit had just finished answering the consultation call.
Jiang Yao took out the reply letter from the newspaper and said politely: "Hello, I'm here to sign a contract."
The receptionist took a cursory glance at the reply. When she saw the work and the author's name, her eyes froze slightly. She looked at Jiang Yao again and said, "Just wait."
Then he stood up from his seat, stepped on his high heels and walked into the office area.
The notification was probably sent, Jiang Yao and Azhong stood at the door waiting patiently.
Office of the Associate Editor.
"Editor Feng, the person you want me to pay attention to has arrived. He is very impressive and has a bodyguard by his side. He treats our newspaper office as a dragon in a tiger's den." The receptionist reported to the person behind the desk.
The woman who was called Editor Feng nodded towards her and warned, "Place her in the reception room first and leave her alone."
The front desk girl often does this kind of thing for the boss. When she heard the words "leave her alone", she understood instantly.
After coming out of the deputy editor's office, the receptionist walked back slowly in high heels. She chatted with her colleagues for a while on the way, and by the time she returned to her desk, less than half an hour had passed.
She didn't explain anything, and led Jiang Yao and Azhong to the reception room expressionlessly: "The editor-in-chief is still in a meeting, just wait."
Azhong was dissatisfied with her attitude and choked: "It took half an hour to confirm that the leader was in a meeting? Are you trying to trick us?"
The receptionist gave him a blank look and didn't even bother to explain.
Azhong wanted to speak again, but Jiang Yao shook her head at him.
Jiang Yao worked as a social animal in later generations, and the attitude of the front desk generally represents the attitude of the leaders behind the scenes. Ming Pao has no shortage of contributors, and it is normal for the editor-in-chief to have a arrogant attitude. She came here temporarily today and didn't make an appointment in advance, so it didn't matter if she waited.
Jiang Yao took out the class notes she took today, pulled out her chair and sat down, looking at it calmly.
However, until she digested all the notes from today's class, the editor-in-chief did not show up.
Rubbing her neck, Jiang Yao looked at the watch on her wrist and saw that more than an hour had passed.
Seeing that she had stopped reading, Azhong next to her said:
"Young lady, I went out to ask, and the front desk replied that the editor-in-chief was still in a meeting. But I saw her bringing coffee to people in the reception room next to her, but she didn't even pour us a glass of water. It's really too much!"
Jiang Yao frowned slightly, not knowing what the other party was planning, but signing the contract today would probably be difficult.
Forget it, make an appointment with the front desk today and come back another day.
Jiang Yao got up and came to the front desk.
The lady at the front desk was holding the phone receiver and talking on the phone with a sweet look on her face.
Seeing Jiang Yao coming over, the sweetness on her face instantly turned into impatience. She hung up the phone, then raised her chin and rolled her eyes:
"Hey! Are you bothered? I told you that the editor-in-chief is still in a meeting. He will naturally come over when it's over and ask questions. Can't you see that I'm busy?!"
Jiang Yao sneered: "What you call busy is talking on the phone with your boyfriend? Then your company is really good at charity."
Spend money every month to hire employees to fall in love.
Being poked in the painful spot by Jiang Yao, the lady at the front desk rolled her eyes even more fiercely, her eyes almost turned to the Tianling cover: "What does it have to do with you? You bastard!"
"Who are you scolding? Be respectful!" Azhong stood up to protect Jiang Yao, staring at the front desk with a fierce expression, "If Sanba is the same, you are more like Sanba. The neck lines on your neck are almost like adult rings. , I still have the nerve to call myself sweetheart, I yue——"
Azhong made a vomiting motion.
The front desk lady immediately became furious: "Hey, do you understand privacy? You actually eavesdropped on someone else's phone call! You bad boy!"
Azhong: "Smelly 38!"
Front desk: "Dead boy!"
Seeing that the two were about to start fucking, Jiang Yao quickly pulled away from Azhong and said to the front desk: "Since your editor-in-chief is in a meeting today, let's make an appointment at a different time. You can go in and ask for instructions on which time is more convenient."
The lady at the front desk spread her hands and said in a very strange tone: "Our editor-in-chief has a busy schedule. You have to wait no matter what time you make an appointment."
This attitude is both arrogant and rude.
Jiang Yao came here to sign a contract, not to beg for food. She had been waiting for more than an hour, and there was no need to waste time here now.
But what’s very strange is that since the editor agreed to sign her, why was the receptionist’s attitude so bad?
Something is wrong.
"Azhong, let's go." Jiang Yao called to Azhong and prepared to leave.
In addition to Ming Pao, she also had other options, and she didn't necessarily have to hang herself from this tree.
After turning around and taking two steps, the voice from the front desk came from behind: "Hey, Editor Feng is here."
Jiang Yao stopped, turned around, and met a woman wearing a black slim-fitting dress and looking like an office lady.
"Ms. Jiang, stay here. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Let's go to the reception room to chat?"
The other party made a "please" gesture.
Jiang Yao wanted to see what kind of medicine Chief Editor Feng was selling in his gourd, so she followed him over.
Azhong stood at the door of the reception room and waited.
In the reception room.
Jiang Yao took out the letter from the newspaper and put it on the table.
Editor Feng casually picked up the letter and glanced at it, then threw it back lightly. He crossed his arms and looked Jiang Yaosuo up and down before saying with a faint smile:
"Sorry, Miss Jiang, we just had a meeting and decided not to sign your novel."
Jiang Yao had long expected that there might be twists and turns in the contract signing. From the time she stepped into the newspaper office to the editor's words and a series of actions taken together, it seemed as if the other party was deliberately tormenting her.
However, she still asked: "What made you decide not to sign?"
Editor Feng flicked his nails with a hint of arrogance:
"It was the editor below who made a mistake and sent you a reply. Today, several of our chief editors met and unanimously felt that your novel's writing style is poor and the story is old-fashioned, which makes people have no desire to read it. Miss Jiang, with all due respect. , you are not writing a novel, you are just creating literary garbage."
"I don't want to see you sending garbage to our newspaper next time."
Jiang Yao has never worked in print media, but she also knows the basic work process. How is it possible for an editor to just send replies to people? Moreover, she learned from her roommate Xu Mingxia that Mingpao has several editors-in-chief, and whether the final manuscript is accepted or not is not decided by one editor-in-chief but by a vote of the team.
"Editor Feng, are you sure the editor sent the wrong reply? The signature on the reply belongs to your entire Mingpao editorial team. I don't think any editor would be bold enough to send a reply to the author privately on behalf of the editor, right?"
"Also, are you sure you have read my novel? The story is old-fashioned? But the whole Xiangjiang novel world has not yet appeared in this kind of subject matter I wrote."
Jiang Yao looked directly into the opponent's eyes with piercing eyes, pressing closer and closer.
Editor Feng obviously did not expect Jiang Yao to be so difficult to deal with. Usually when sending these authors away, he would just pick a few shortcomings in the writing, and the other party would leave with low self-esteem.
However, she is the editor-in-chief of Ming Pao after all. If she says she won’t adopt it, she won’t adopt it.
"I am the editor-in-chief and I have the final say. The pile of rubbish you wrote is simply an insult to the readers' eyes! Okay, my time is precious and I don't have time to waste on mediocre people like you. Let's go now."
She stood up, walked to the door, and then slammed the door of the reception room shut.
But in Jiang Yao's eyes, it seemed like he was running away.
She recalled it and was very sure that she had no personal grudges with Editor Feng. Why did he target her so much?
Logically speaking, if the manuscript is rejected, just send another reply letter, or simply let the front desk tell you.
Do you need to humiliate her personally?
Just as she was thinking about it, Jiang Yao suddenly noticed a booklet commemorating the founding of Ming Pao in the corner of the reception room. She walked over and took one to find out who Chief Editor Feng was.
When she turned to the end where the editorial team was introduced, her eyes rested on the name of Chief Editor Feng - Feng Meilin.
Feng Meilin, Feng Meizhu?
With such similar names, Jiang Yao suddenly felt that everything made sense.
This Feng Meilin is probably Feng Meizhu’s sister!
What happened today was simply revenge on her!
Moreover, this Feng Meilin was not the editor-in-chief at all, but just the deputy editor-in-chief. Even if she was rejected, Jiang Yao would have to hear it from the editor-in-chief himself, not from a deputy editor-in-chief who was originally hostile to her.
"Azhong, let's go in." Jiang Yao picked up the reply letter on the table, raised her legs and rushed into the newspaper office.
"Hey, what are you doing! You're not allowed in!" When the lady at the front desk saw the two people rushing in, she immediately shouted at the top of her lungs and hurriedly caught up from behind to stop them.
Ah Zhong is the sharp sword in Jiang Yao's hand. Before the master can say anything, he has already pulled the front desk aside like a chicken: "You bastard, get out of here!"
The person at the front desk suddenly fell down and grinned, sitting on the ground and screaming.
With Ah Zhong opening the way, Jiang Yao successfully fought her way to the door of the editor-in-chief's office.
Jiang Yao was beautiful, and she was accompanied by Ah Zhong, who was wearing a black suit. As soon as the two of them entered, the reporters and editors in the office thought it was a celebrity coming, so they dropped their work and stared at her intently. .
Jiang Yao smiled at everyone gracefully, then turned and knocked on the door of the editor-in-chief's office.
Editor-in-Chief's Office.
Zha Liguo pursed his lips slightly, leaned forward slightly against the desk, folded his hands and supported his chin: "You said that Miss Jiang doesn't want to sign a contract with our newspaper?"
Zha Liguo is the editor-in-chief of Ming Pao and Feng Meilin’s boss.
Feng Meilin nodded: "Ms. Jiang disliked that the price we offered was too low, and said that Xiangjiang Daily offered more, so she didn't want to sign a contract with us. The novel has not yet become popular and the money is so important. It is difficult for such a utilitarian person to really Just concentrate on creating."
"Also, I heard that she used to live in the Mainland. She only has a primary school diploma. With such an education, she can't even read. How could she be able to write novels? Isn't it written by someone else? Not long ago, she married a wealthy man from Xiangjiang. , I guess I am just coveting fame and fortune when I submit articles to newspapers, and I just want to say it to make it sound good."
"Really?" Zha Liguo frowned slightly. Most editors had read Miss Jiang's novel and received good feedback. It was specifically targeted at female readers. It would be a pity if they couldn't sign the contract.
Feng Meilin didn't bother to study her boss's expression, and couldn't wait to hand over a stack of compiled manuscripts:
"Editor-in-Chief Cha, take a look at the first draft of this novel. I just received it this week. It has great potential. Moreover, the author graduated from the Chinese Department of Xiangjiang University and went to Cambridge University in the United Kingdom to study for a PhD in literature. He has literary literacy and professional Everything is guaranteed.”
Zha Liguo took it and was about to flip through a few pages when there was a knock on the door of the office.
