“Boss, what’s wrong?”
Some employees couldn’t help but express concern.
You Rong slumped on the chair: “Chu Kuang said that I should finish the novel before bidding for such a novel. Do I dare to bid for such a novel?”
Yes, You Rong didn’t dare to make an offer!
He has been the editor-in-chief of “Que Reading” magazine for ten years and has read countless excellent short stories. This one is definitely one of the top novels in his ten years of working life. Of course, this is especially true. Rong’s personal opinion, after all, everyone has different views on literary and artistic works.
But You Rong believed it.
Anyone who has watched “The Gift of the Magi” will find it difficult to give a bad review, because the story is so touching, especially the ending of the story, which is unexpected and makes sense after reflection.
But there is no doubt about this:
I have to win this novel myself!
“Two hundred thousand?”
Lin Yuan thought for a while and agreed. After all, the other party only provided a channel to publish “The Gift of the Magi”, and he was not selling the copyright of the novel, so he was not too harsh.
“What two hundred thousand?”
Lin Yuan was shopping with his sister at the moment. When her sister heard Lin Yuan’s phone call, her ears suddenly perked up. However, Lin Yuan did not intend to reveal his identity and just said perfunctorily: “Salary and the like.”
“Let’s go, Yaoyao!”
When Lin Xuan heard this, she pulled her sister back and said, “The dress just now was indeed very beautiful. Although it cost more than three thousand yuan, who gave you such a rich brother?”
Lin Yao simply couldn’t bear it.
Although Lin Yuan seems to have become rich, saving money is a deep-seated habit of these children. Neither Lin Yuan nor Lin Xuan nor Lin Yao will become lavish because of their sudden wealth.
Lin Yuan said: “Then let’s go back.”
Lin Xuan snorted: “What a stingy brother.”
Lin Yuan showed a miserly smile in a cooperative manner. He would not admit that the two sets of down jackets he bought for Lin Yao before were not worth less than 3,000 yuan, otherwise his sister would be burdened by wearing them.
Lin Xuan began to answer the phone frequently, probably because she needed to deal with the work piled up during the annual vacation. After several consecutive calls, Lin Xuan lay on the sofa depressed and complained: “The seniors in the company said that writers will delay their manuscripts every Spring Festival. This year I’ve finally seen it. It’s estimated that 50% of writers will open the window next month, and the editor-in-chief is probably planning to kill me.”
“What do you mean by opening the sunroof?”
Sister Lin Yao seems to be very curious about this.
Lin Xuan explained: “Opening the skylight in the early days refers to a professional term for magazines or newspapers. The layout was originally specially arranged, but the author was unable to submit the manuscript in time and the section
“Boss, what’s wrong?”