Entertainment: Since being divorced by Tianhou's wife

Chapter 380 Special Press
Listen to Shen Chuhe's words.

Lin Mo smiled, feeling a burst of warmth in his heart.

After talking briefly with Shen Chuhe, Lin Mo hung up the phone.

the next day.

When Lin Mo arrived at the office, at the corner of the corridor in the office, he happened to bump into Cheng Meng over there.

Cheng Meng was talking to someone. In front of her was a woman wearing black long velvet stockings, a short-sleeved jacket and a black skirt. She was petite and beautiful, but she looked a little tired.

The woman was standing in front of Cheng Meng at the moment, with a melancholy look on her face: "My aunt Meng, look, you said before that you were going to write a book and publish it, how are you preparing now?"

"If the manuscript has been completed, then give it to me. I still have a task to complete this month."

When the man spoke, he looked at Cheng Meng with helplessness in his eyes.

Hearing what he said, Cheng Meng also had a headache: "This matter... I really wanted to write something before, but I've been busy recently, and I really don't know what to write about."

"Otherwise, can you see if anyone else wants to write?"

The woman looked sad when she heard the words: "Aunt Meng, don't, you used to watch me grow up anyway, no matter what, for the sake of me being so pitiful and helpless, you have to help me this time .”

"I haven't been able to get a manuscript for a long time. If I can't get another manuscript, my year-end award will be ruined."

Cheng Meng looked at her and smiled wryly: "That's not true, you are a professional editor after all, and you have worked in the publishing house for so many years, so you shouldn't be able to find talents, right?"

"Besides, you used to be very Buddhist, why are you suddenly busy looking for some manuscripts?"

Hearing this, the woman gritted her teeth: "Then you can't blame the new president."

"A greasy middle-aged old man, holding a chicken feather as an arrow. Everyone was so happy to go to work and lie down after get off work every day, so there must be some kind of performance system."

"Every editor needs to produce a book every month, isn't it difficult!"

Hearing her words, Cheng Meng didn't know what to say for a while: "If it really doesn't work, just talk to your president directly and ask him to give you some time?"

"After all, there is no rush to write a book. You can't just write something casually, and then go wrong."

Hearing what Cheng Meng said, the woman suddenly frowned again: "I really want to, but I have been exempted three times. This time, the president announced it in public. If I can't get it out If it is the manuscript, then he will not only deduct the money, but also ask me to clean the toilet."

"Then I became angry at that time. I slapped the table in front of many colleagues, and then I made a military order. If I can't get the manuscript, I will have no face!"

When she mentioned this, she was filled with righteous indignation, and her voice was full of sadness, and she sighed.

Cheng Meng looked at her like this and thought for a while: "Well, I can call you and ask if there is any teacher or professor in the school who wants to publish a book."

"However, this possibility feels relatively small, and you have to be mentally prepared."

Before Cheng Meng finished speaking, she happened to see Lin Mo, and said hello with a smile: "Morning."

Lin Mo walked over: "Morning."

Cheng Meng: "Come on, just let me introduce, this is Lin Mo, who is also our school's piano teacher now."

The frowning and sighing woman glanced at Lin Mo, then nodded, and then said weakly: "Hello, hello, my name is Cheng Xiaoyu, a poor girl who was abandoned by my aunt after failing to get an appointment. woman."

Cheng Xiaoyu introduced herself.

Hearing her words, Cheng Meng looked helpless: "What's all this, why are you so pitiful, who abandoned you."

"You child."

Cheng Xiaoyu: "Aunt Meng, since you didn't choose to abandon me, you must help me find an author."

"If I can't complete this task, I won't be able to feel proud in front of that middle-aged, greasy, wicked president."

"You must also be reluctant to see such a poor, weak and beautiful woman like me fall into such a shameful moment!"

Cheng Meng stopped talking.

She has a bit of a headache. Cheng Meng likes Cheng Xiaoyu, a junior, because she is interesting enough.

is talking.

Lin Mo was suddenly curious: "Are you from the publishing house?"

Cheng Xiaoyu nodded: "Yes, I'm from Yangyin Culture Publishing House."

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, and thought for a while.

Yangyin Culture Publishing House?
Seemingly seeing what Lin Mo was thinking, Cheng Xiaoyu also said straightforwardly: "You must have never heard of our publishing house, and that's normal, because our publishing house is too small and can't be ranked in Yanjing. No."

"This is the case. If the upper management does not allocate funds today, we will go bankrupt tomorrow."

Cheng Xiaoyu spoke simply.

Cheng Meng had no choice but to help explain: "Don't listen to her nonsense, this Yangyin Culture Publishing House used to belong to our Yangyin, and later became independent, and now it belongs to the business establishment."

Lin Mo nodded and thought for a while: "What kind of book do you need to publish?"

Cheng Xiaoyu: "Actually, there are no special regulations, as long as it is not illegal and can be sold."

"In the past, we didn't have any pressure on performance. Now we have changed it, lowered the base salary, and instead got a commission based on the sales of published books. It is simply too much to make a sales list every month!"

"It's all the fault of that middle-aged greasy old president!"

When Cheng Xiaoyu said a few words, he never forgot to complain, especially when it came to their president, he gritted his teeth and was so angry.

Lin Mo: "I happen to have a story on my side that I want to publish. I wonder if it can be suitable for your side."

Listen to Lin Mo's words.

Cheng Xiaoyu glanced at Lin Mo in surprise: "Wow, you're hiding something, I can't tell, you're still a writer?"

She suddenly became excited and said, "Author, what books have you published before?"

"Which publishing house published it, how many copies were sold, and was it reprinted later?"

Lin Mo coughed: "This... I haven't published a book yet."

Cheng Xiaoyu was startled: "Oh, no."

Cheng Meng also helped to speak: "That's the first time, and the first time is also possible. When this time is successfully published, there will be a published book."

Cheng Xiaoyu also came back to his senses, and quickly said, "Yes, it doesn't matter!"

"Since you are here for the first time, then give it to me!"

(End of this chapter)