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Chapter 15 Teacher Liu's Class Begins

Shanghai, Sprout Editorial Department.

At night, the conference room is still brightly lit.

Smoky, editor-in-chief Zhao Changtian looked at the final edition of the magazine, frowning.

Budding Magazine is a semi-monthly publication, with the first issue of the first half and the second half of the NO.15. March is about to pass, and the final draft of the first half of April is still undecided.

The reason for the entanglement is that when the problem arises, the deputy editor Hu Weishi and the deputy editor Zhang Yu disagree.

Hu Weishi is a short-haired young woman with exquisite makeup. At the age of 24, she took the position of deputy editor-in-chief of "Sprout". It is imperative not to focus only on cultivating young writers, to expand the audience, and to focus on young people.”

"It's nice to say that we are running a magazine, not a newspaper." Zhang Yu disagreed: "Without the magazine's literary nature, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Hu thinks Germinal still needs to exist."

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Zhao Changtian rubbed his temples: "Okay, what's the point of arguing, since both sides can't persuade, let's decide by voting."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the two manuscripts in his hand: "The one in my left hand is "Flying Gravel". I read it. Although the writing is immature, the story is well told."

Hu Weishi chuckled, this manuscript was dug out by her, if the quality is not good enough, she won't compete with Zhang Yu.

As an editor, good copy is your weapon.

"The one on my right hand is Mr. Li Kongxing's essays. I read it, and it's very sophisticated. Everyone knows Mr. Li Kongxing, so I won't say more."

Zhao Changtian put down the manuscript and took a puff of cigarette: "I agree with Feili to stand on the left, and I agree with Mr. Li Kongxing to stand on the right."

On the left is Hu Weishi, and on the right is Zhang Yu.

The chairs in the conference room were moved, and after a while, Zhao Changtian counted the number of people, and with a smile on his lips, he said with a smile: "It seems that everyone is giving me a problem. Feili has six votes, and Mr. Li Kongxing has six votes."

Hu Weishi and Zhang Yu didn't speak, they looked at Zhao Changtian together.

Zhao Changtian snuffed out the cigarette and laughed, "Always give young people a chance, I'll throw flying gravel."

after the meeting.

Hu Weishi walked out of the conference room with his editor in charge, and when he reached the door, Hu Weishi stopped under the light and said to a girl behind him: "In the future, if there are any manuscripts from Nanjiang, please bring them to me as soon as possible." .”

Nanjiang is Han Qiao's pen name. Seeing that the martial arts novels are not going to work, this guy has his eyes on "The Long Clan" written by Mao Zedong.

What a villain!

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Han Qiao naturally didn't know that he had become the point of battle between Germinal's two chief editors.

Yesterday, I ran for a day, and my muscles and bones were sore. I went back to the rental house, took a quick shower, fell into bed and fell asleep.

The next day, Hengdian began to drizzle.

Han Qiao woke up to the sound of jingle bells, and checked the time, it was 6:30 in the morning.

Laid on the bed until seven o'clock, two villains were fighting in their minds, and one said: "Han Qiao, Han Qiao, you are a man who is going to be the movie king, how can you be so slack."

Another villain crossed his hips: "I was tired all day yesterday, what's wrong with sleeping a little longer today, what! What!!"

The noisy Han Qiao was upset and got up in a rage. The cold air came in from the window, making it chilly.

Han Qiao glanced out the window, it was raining, he must be sleeping for half an hour.

He fell on the bed covering the quilt and fell asleep.

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"Fuck, why is it ten o'clock?"

Han Qiao's jaw dropped in shock. He clearly remembered that he only slept for half an hour, so three hours passed.

You can't stay in bed now, get up quickly.

Pick up the toiletries and rush out the door.

in the living room,
Liumei Ge You was lying on the sofa, with a pretty face without makeup, a pair of long legs resting on the table, reading a book bored.

Han Qiao took a peek and said, "Brother Domineering is in love with me."

Ouch, I didn't expect Mr. Liu, the dignified and cold-faced royal sister, to have such a small hobby, which is hidden.

Behind the book is a pair of big black eyes full of murderous intent.

Han Qiao hurried away.

After washing, Han Qiao walked to the living room and was about to enter the house.

Mr. Liu's flat voice came: "Xiao Hanzi, come here."

Han Qiao didn't respond, I'll come if you ask me, wouldn't it be embarrassing for me.

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"Young Master Liu, these two days are quite free!" Han Qiao put down the washbasin and collapsed on the sofa.

No wonder Liu Mei likes Ge You lying on the sofa, the sofa is indeed much more comfortable than the wooden bed.

Liu Mei smelled a puff of moisture, and moved to the side in disgust.

"I've encountered something in the past few days. What about you, why didn't you go to the play today?"

"I overslept this morning, but it's raining outside." Han Qiao turned his head to look at Liu Mei.

In his previous life, Han Qiao also chose concubines on his mobile phone, but the beauties produced by different makeup and P pictures, the beauty of willow eyebrows are pure and natural.

"You've only been playing tricks for a day, so you're so slack, and it's raining, so there are special subsidies." Liu Mei put down the book, hating iron for being weak: "You have been fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, and you won't be able to do it next month." No money for rent!"

OK!The revolutionary friendship that was a trench yesterday is the face of capitalists today.

Han Qiao didn't want to talk to her, so he went back to his room to change his clothes.

After changing clothes and coming out, Liu Mei was no longer in the living room, leaving a note on the table.

Han Qiao picked it up and looked at it. The handwriting on the note was beautiful: "6:30 in the evening, class begins."

Han Qiao smiled, and thought Liu Mei was quite interesting, and she could be said to be "one promise fifty".

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Hengdian is drizzling, and there are few people on the road.

Han Qiao didn't have an umbrella, but fortunately Juxian Village was not far away, so he ran into the rain with his clothes on his head.

Juxian Village.

Han Qiao opened the door, Aunt Li sat behind the counter, kowtowed melon seeds and watched TV.

The current TV is still black and white, and there are few channels. However, Han Qiao saw that Aunt Li was watching it attentively, so he went to the counter and saw that "Yongzheng Dynasty" was playing on the TV.

This TV series can be called a classic, full of old drama bones, and the emperor's professional excavator Tang Qingqing interprets it.

Han Qiao tapped on the counter, and Aunt Li looked back, with an aunt's smile on her face: "Oh, isn't this Xiao Han, how come I forgot my sister when I had a girlfriend."

Han Qiao felt a chill behind him, and when he looked back, Liu Mei looked at him expressionlessly with a pretty pale face.

After shaking his head, Han Qiao quickly interrupted Aunt Li's imagination: "Sister, don't talk nonsense, Teacher Liu and I are roommates."

Aunt Li stood up, saw Liu Mei at the door, and put down the melon seeds in her hand: "Xiao Liu, come here quickly, my aunt will cook something delicious for you."

"Auntie, this is the meal money owed a few days ago, please."

"No trouble, no trouble." Aunt Liu turned her eyes around Han Qiao and Liu Mei.

Han Qiao asked, "Sister, where is my uncle?"

Aunt Li pointed to the upstairs: "Your uncle is playing chess with his chess friends. Xiao Han, have you eaten yet? If not, you and Xiao Liu can sit at the same table. I'll cook something delicious for you."

Feeling the chill behind him, Han Qiao ran upstairs without looking back: "Sister, I've eaten, I'm going up to find my uncle."

(End of this chapter)