After the phone on the bedside table vibrated three times, Li Ruo Yu lazily reached out her arm. She held the phone in front of her eyes and looked at the caller ID. At that moment, a strange light flashed across her haggard face.
"How did you know my phone number?" Passing Rain picked up the call without any intention of greeting him.
"Er …" Feng Bujue was startled for two seconds before he replied, "I mean … how did you know it was me?"
"It's Little Bonehead … Phew …" Passing Rain didn't shy away from blowing her nose during the call. After she removed the tissue, she continued in a nasal voice, "Once, she accidentally let it slip, and I remembered it by accident. That's how I know it's you."
"Just how careless could she be to let slip an 11-digit number?" Feng Bujue said with a smile. "And you remembered it 'by accident' …" He could not help but mock her.
After this conversation, both of them knew the truth. Feng Bujue had gotten the phone number from Xiao Tan, and Passing Rain had found out about Feng Bujue's phone number from Laughing Soul and had saved it in her phone.
Then the question was, how did Xiao Tan and Laughing Soul know about it?
Obviously, they had a good relationship, so they often contacted each other outside the game. With regards to how good their relationship was … On the day of Bachelor's Day, it was better not to discuss such a heavy topic.
"If you have something to say, just say it." Passing Rain used a rather rude tone to signal for Feng Bujue to change the topic.
At a time like this, Brother Jue naturally had to give in to the girl. He smiled and said, "I'm just calling to ask about your condition. I'm just worried about you."
"I had a high fever last night, and it is already noon the next day. If something really happened, your call would only confirm the cause of my death. I am fine," Passing Rain replied.
"I had no choice. When I saw Xiao Tan's message, it was already midnight. The kid was in the scenario at the time, and I had no way of getting your contact number. " Feng Bujue replied. "Furthermore … even if I had your phone number, it would be inappropriate to call a patient in the middle of the night. Actually, I wanted to call you a long time ago, but I was afraid to disturb your rest."
"Oh, so it's like that (You're quite thoughtful)." Passing Rain coldly replied.
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue agreed.
Then, the two of them fell into a short but rather awkward silence. It was worth noting that the content in brackets was the subtext of the two socially-challenged people.
"Since you're fine, I'll see you online when you're better." It was Feng Bujue who broke the silence.
"Okay," Passing Rain replied. She paused for two seconds before saying, "Thank you for your concern … Goodbye."
"Goodbye," Feng Bujue.
The two hung up almost at the same time.
"Phew …" Feng Bujue sighed in relief. He placed the phone on the coffee table and then stood up from the sofa to stretch. "What is this weird atmosphere … It feels more tiring than killing monsters in the scenario."
Just as he hung up, the walkie-talkie at the door suddenly rang.
"Hmm? I didn't order delivery, "Feng Bujue grumbled. He walked to the door and picked up the receiver." Who is this? "
It was a young woman's voice that came from the other end. "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Feng Bujue."
The voice was unfamiliar, and it was the first time Feng Bujue had heard it.
"I am, who is this?" Feng Bujue asked.
"My surname is An, and I'm your new editor. I have some work matters to discuss with you," the other party replied.
"New editor?" Feng Bujue was confused. "Then Ol 'Chen, Feng Bujue's previous editor, he …"
"Can I come up and talk?" The other party cut him off.
"Oh, I'm sorry, please wait a minute." Feng Bujue soon realized that it was impolite to have someone talk to him at the door, so he pressed the button to open the door.
Two minutes later, Miss An took the elevator up.
Feng Bujue waited behind the door. He looked down the corridor through the peephole, so he did not wait for the other party to press the doorbell and opened the door.
"Hello, Bujue, I'm your new editor, An Yueqin." An Yueqin had read Feng Bujue's profile at the magazine, so she knew that the person before her was Bujue, so she introduced herself.
Feng Bujue shook the other party's hand as he studied the stranger.
Miss An looked to be around twenty-five years old. She had a delicate face and wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Her long hair was tied up behind her head. Her figure was slightly delicate, but she was at least 170 centimeters tall. She wore a formal suit with a white shirt as the base and a dark-colored suit on the outside. The depth of the collar and the length of the skirt were both very appropriate.
"Nice to meet you," Feng Bujue said. "Please, come in." He invited An Yueqin into the room, and when he closed the door, he added, "Sit anywhere you like. Be careful not to step on the cat."
An Yueqin looked around the room before sitting down on the sofa.
"Do you want something to drink?" Feng Bujue asked.
"There's no need to trouble yourself …" Miss An wanted to say, "There's no need to trouble yourself, just give me a glass of water." She didn't expect that before she could finish her sentence …
"That's great!" Feng Bujue answered and sat down on the sofa. "By the way, what happened to Ol 'Chen?"
"He resigned," An Yueqin replied.
"Huh? How is that possible? What's the reason? "Feng Bujue asked.
"Too much pressure," An Yueqin said.
"Why did you resign just like that? You didn't even give me a heads up," Feng Bujue said.
An Yueqin looked at him. "Because the pressure came from you."
"Huh? What about me? "
"This is what I want to talk to you about today."
An Yueqin's tone was very serious, and her expression revealed a sense of overbearingness from beginning to end. Although she was about the same age as Feng Bujue, her aura and pressure were more than twice as strong as Ol 'Chen's.
"But … First, there's something about me that I think it's better to tell you first." An Yueqin tapped on her phone a few times, opened a search website, and entered something. Then, she showed the page in front of Feng Bujue. "As you can see, I am the granddaughter of the chairman of Sirui Group."
Feng Bujue had naturally heard of Sirui Group, just like he had heard of Microsoft or Nike. "Sirui" was a symbol of a business empire in their universe. The page that Feng Bujue was looking at was the result of a search for "granddaughter of the chairman of Sirui Group."
Feng Bujue said, "Oh … That's true. If that's the case, I'm considered … an employee of one of your company's … publishing subsidiary's … magazine publisher. Is that the situation? "
"Not only that, but don't forget that most of your published works were published through this' subsidiary company 'that you mentioned," An Yueqin continued.
"Haha … It seems that I am relying on Sirui to make a living." Feng Bujue laughed. "Then should I call you … Miss?"
"On the contrary, I told you my identity directly so that you don't treat me differently," An Yueqin said.
"Well … That's right. Even if you didn't tell me, with my personality, I would have found out soon. By then … my attitude towards you would have changed, "Feng Bujue said bluntly." Rather than that, it's better to be clear from the beginning. "
"Yes, so please be sure to 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, "What is going on? The big tycoons are sending their rich third generation to the grassroots to gain experience? "
"Very well, then …" An Yueqin said, "Let's get down to business." She took out a magazine from her bag and put it on the coffee table.
"Uh … You are not going to comment on my manuscript from last month, are you?" Feng Bujue said.
"Of course not." An Yueqin pointed at the magazine. "I just want to ask, have you bought or read our magazine?"
Feng Bujue was honest. "Before signing the contract with the magazine, and when it was first serialized, I bought a few issues. But I haven't read it in half a year. "
"Then please take a look first." If An Yueqin knew about Brother Bujue's problem, she would definitely not have said this.
Without saying anything, Feng Bujue picked up the magazine and began to flip through it page by page. Although he could read ten lines at a glance, it was impossible for him to finish reading dozens of pages in a short time. An Yueqin did not want to interrupt him. After all, she was the one who asked Feng Bujue to read it.
In the blink of an eye, 20 minutes had passed.
Feng Bujue put down the magazine. "I finished reading."
"You really finished reading," An Yueqin thought to herself. An Yueqin thought to herself, but she still said in a normal tone, "Can you tell me your overall impression of this magazine?"
Feng Bujue seemed to understand the other party's intention. He thought about it and said, "The paper and printing are not bad. I suppose they are the best in the market. The price is reasonable, and it is not that hard to accept. There is no big problem with the content, but the advertisement takes up almost half of the page, and that is a bit of a waste."
"Well, you are right," An Yueqin said. "My point of view is roughly the same as yours. The sales of our magazine in print are much worse than the electronic version because there are too many advertisements. It makes the readers feel like they have only read half of the content after buying the magazine. "
"But the paper media these days are all like this. Without advertisements, we can't even recoup the printing costs," Feng Bujue said.
"That's why we need to reform." An Yueqin slapped the magazine with one hand.
"This is the marketing department's business. Why are you discussing it with me so enthusiastically?" Feng Bujue did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"It is the other departments' business to do nothing. As a member of the company, I should not stand by and do nothing when I see a problem," An Yueqin interrupted.
"Oh." Feng Bujue laughed. "What do you want?"
"I don't want anything," An Yueqin said. "This morning, my report was handed to the editor-in-chief's desk." She paused for a moment. "He has also agreed. Starting in May, our magazine will change from a weekly to a bi-monthly publication."
"Have you ever thought about …" Feng Bujue said. "If you are really an ordinary employee, and you just joined the company, and you skip the line and throw a report to the top leader's desk … what will happen?"
An Yueqin knew what Feng Bujue was referring to. She replied firmly, "The editor-in-chief will accept my suggestion. It has nothing to do with my identity." Her tone was confident.
"Hehe … This student, 'Do not do any work' is actually a rather unpopular idiom." Feng Bujue used the tone of a teacher. "But 'deceiving oneself' … we often use it in our daily life."
An Yueqin leaned forward and glared at Feng Bujue with annoyance. "Bujue, I've read your article. You almost have the word 'narcissism' written all over your face … You must think that you are special, don't you?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue leaned back on the sofa. "I am very good." He paused for a few seconds and calmly recited, "Dancing with the moon in my hands, crossing my knees among the flowers in the zither. After this pot of wine, it is not my heart. " Then, he picked up the cup of cold coffee on the coffee table and took a sip as if he was tasting wine. "I made this up for you. What do you think?"
An Yueqin was tricked by Brother Bujue and was speechless for a moment. She had never seen anyone compose a poem for her in her life.
Three seconds later, Feng Bujue laughed. "Ha … Don't think about it. This is Li Bai's' Drinking Alone '."
An Yueqin was embarrassed into anger, and her cheeks blushed. "What's so great about quoting classics?"
"No, no," Feng Bujue said. "These days, having a good background and a strong background is the best." He opened his hands. "You ask others not to treat you differently. That's a good idea, but you'd better correct your own style and attitude.
If you really think you can be a normal editor like Ol 'Chen, then do your job properly. Don't take the salary of a salesperson and worry about the chairman's heart. That is overstepping your authority, understand? In ancient times, your whole family would be killed, and in modern times, you would be fired.
Also, things like 'people from other departments do not do anything', think before you say it. Even if that is the truth, it should not be said by you. Aren't you saying that the leaders are idiots and blind? Do you still want your job or not? "
Feng Bujue's attitude was as arrogant as it could get. "I'll give you one last friendly reminder. When you leaned over earlier, I smelled the scent of branded perfume, and that scent seemed to be telling your colleagues — 'Stay away from me'. If you don't want to be the target of workplace abuse, I advise you to be approachable, wear casual clothes, use cheap perfume, and drive a cheap car when you go to work. Most importantly … don't snitch behind people's backs. "
An Yueqin listened to Feng Bujue's words, and her expression changed several times. The imposing manner she had when she entered the room was long gone. At this moment, she was like an intern listening to a master talk about life.
"Are you done?" An Yueqin spoke after a long time. Her expression was quite complicated. She wanted to get angry, but she also felt a little wronged.
"That's about it … Don't get angry, you were the one who told me to treat you like a normal editor." Feng Bujue said proudly, "If you change your mind now and want me to treat you like a rich missy, I can totally understand."
An Yueqin ignored him this time and began to talk about business. "Starting in May, the magazine will be published bi-monthly. The number of pages will be doubled, and the advertisements will be reduced. Therefore, all the contracted authors, including you, will have to add 30% more content every month, and you must … "She said word by word," Press! Time! Hand! Drafts! "
Feng Bujue swallowed his saliva, and the color drained from his face. These four words were like a death sentence for him.
An Yueqin stood up. "Your proofreading of the manuscript is very good, and the story is very popular. Your only problem is one word — procrastination. However, from this month onwards, please strictly follow the delivery date on the contract. "She walked to the door and reached out to open it.
Feng Bujue scurried over and knelt down with a thud. "Missy! Let's discuss it again! Let's talk! I … "
An Yueqin had already stepped out of the door. Seeing her Brother Bujue kneel down without any integrity, her mood inexplicably improved. She wanted to laugh, but she tried her best to keep a straight face and said seriously, "I'll come back on May 15th. Please prepare the manuscript for June by then. If there's anything in the future, we can contact each other by email. The email address hasn't changed." She hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Mm … Thank you … Goodbye." Then she turned and left.
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