when the moon whispers

Six accomplices in the case
Forty-Four Publishing (Part 2)
Lanqiao Publishing House has been established in Sheng'an City for almost 20 years. I started my business by doing pirated printing on an online literary platform. After I got some money, I got a license and suddenly started a physical book business of online articles. I laid the foundation in three to five years, and followed the trend and joined forces with a film and television producer. The vice president of the company has led the development of the platform and made several IP authors popular. Look, this posture can still reap the dividends of the bottom line for another three to five years.

The publishing house has just moved from Laodong Lake to Fengnan New District after the Chinese New Year. The most luxurious single-family office building in the entertainment industrial park is still being renovated. Bypassing the front desk where packing cartons are piled everywhere, posters on the road to honor on the corporate culture wall are being changed. Frames of photos of the Rabao and various award events were still spread out in piles on the ground. The intern responsible for sorting them brought a cup of coffee back from the bar, and weighed the little work at hand, comparing it with the pictures in the company brochure. The memorabilia slowly hung these messy photos on the wall.

Gu Xing reached out and grabbed Jiang Mo, who was about to rush into the office area. He turned around and said apologetically to the intern who was frightened by the two police comrades who were wearing headphones and flashed their IDs. , and then waited for the child, who was squatting at the foot of the wall with his legs weak, to run back to the front desk in a panic and call the administrative boss to come downstairs for help. The cat followed suit and stood at the end of the cultural wall, looking out curiously.

The blinds in the glass room of the conference room on the first floor were suddenly rolled up to the top.

At first glance, the atmosphere in the room didn't look like a meeting. The tension was tense. The student sitting at the door looked like he was crying and shaking his shoulders. The lady across the table was holding the car keys in her hand and frowning aggressively. Tap on the table.

Jiang Mo first turned around following the bright lights and swaying figures in the glass room, his eyes wandering around the room that was inexplicably opened, and then caught the door that seemed to have unintentionally opened the blinds while answering the phone. The curtains checked to see who was coming, and he hurriedly opened the door to greet the figure who came out. He raised his chin and raised his brows at Gu Xing.

"...Big wave." Jiang Mo snorted a little surprised, "Master, that secretary Chen Zuoyi."

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"I heard from the vice president that the boss has been on a business trip these days. He should be busy with the film and television copyrights of the new book of the publishing house. I have just arrived here. Although I said I entered the president's office, what does the boss look like? Eyes and nose, I'm really not sure. I've been familiar with the company's business in the past two days. I've basically been talking to Editor Chai, and the eldest sister who scolded people in the glass room - ahem, the vice president should have received a call. We are still in a meeting right now, so I have to ask you two to follow me to the reception room upstairs to wait for a while, I think it will take a few minutes."

Xue Yilian finally didn't have to make a living with a philandering young man like Chen Zuoyi, and the clothes on his body didn't need to be so graceful. He stepped forward to greet her from a distance, and his face and eyes became much more relaxed. She first nodded to the impatient Editor Chai in the glass room, and talked to herself, leading Gu Xingjiangmo to the elevator entrance before turning back, looking at their expressions as they were about to interject a question, and laughed slowly. He said: "I found this job myself, two police officers. I didn't expect you to find me here... When I first received the call, I thought Mr. Chen's death had nothing to do with me."

"...Doesn't it matter?" Gu Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Xue Yilian's face that softened completely after being stiff for a moment, and waved his arms casually, "But Boss Luo introduced me to Fu'an Xingcheng, right? ? Let’s not talk about Chen Zuohui, Chen Zuoyi’s case has not yet been decided, so they just let him go?”

"It's not just about letting him go. Those old guys on the board of directors are eager for me to pack up and run away. The resignation procedures were completed at a lightning speed." The elevator in the low-rise office building was a bit slow. Xue Yilian raised his fingers and pressed it as if urging. After a few clicks, he lowered the corner of his mouth in disdain, "I guess you all heard about the current situation in Fu'an Xingcheng during the investigation. The situation within the company needs to be reshuffled. Sooner or later, everyone under Mr. Chen will have to get out. Sooner or later If my son leaves, I can still get some compensation. But..." Xue Yilian paused for a moment, raised his hand to hold the open elevator door, and looked at the people who were looking at the walls of the stairwell covered with book covers and posters. Jiang Mo tilted his shoulder and lowered his voice slightly, "But I don't know if it's inconvenient to ask. I know that Mr. Chen has invested in Lanqiao, but his case... why is it related to the publishing house? Already?"

"The interest exchange is here, it is a routine inquiry."

After all, Xue Yilian once walked around Vanity Fair with Chen Zuoyi. The place that could sway the head of the criminal investigation detachment to visit in person would most likely contain some unknown trickery and absurdity. Gu Xing didn't intend to explain despite her obviously disbelieving look. Instead, he took advantage of the conversation that came to his door and suddenly asked back: "When you were working as a secretary for Chen Zuoyi, you came to the publishing house to talk with him. Something?"

"I've definitely never been here before. I went to the old building over by Labor Lake once during the shareholders' meeting last year. But at that time... the work that I, the secretary, mainly dealt with was life matters, and I didn't even enter the door. Again. It’s been unclear for a long time——”

Xue Yilian shrugged his shoulders without hesitation, and thoughtfully invited people to the reception room. He turned around and suddenly made a "hiss" sound, and asked hesitantly: "Over there in Fu'an Xingcheng... someone mentioned it." What?"

However, before she could finish her words, the vice president who had been stalling and resisting on the phone a moment ago pushed open the door panel of the reception room and took a seat in a hurry. He raised his hand to stop Secretary Xue's unsteady chatter and extended his hand to greet Gu Xing politely. Grip the ground.

"Captain Gu, I've heard of him for a long time. There was a writer and teacher in our publishing house who wanted to come to you to learn about life. I wonder if you still remember him. We have met him."

Gu Xing was very familiar with the job of doing Tai Chi. Jiang Mo pretended to be an observer for less than ten minutes before Gu Xing winked and went to the restroom, and walked around the office area without stopping him. I wandered to the door of the bathroom at the end of the corridor in the high-ceiling office area on the second floor. I was about to turn around with little success when I heard the faucet turn on in front of the bathroom vanity next to the door and the wall, followed by an annoyed sound. Lamenting, opening your mouth is just a bunch of careless chatter.

"I'm really impressed by this crappy class. That Song Zhiwen gets the royalties and doesn't do any work. I hold the title of editor and do all the work of a gunman every day... I serve her like an old Buddha." Yes, even if I have a bad expression, I will be scolded when we meet. After scolding, I will be ordered to beat Xiao Tu - Tu Siyao was originally signed by you. Next month, you will take maternity leave and hand it over to me. This, now that things are happening like this, am I no longer like Zhu Bajie? Who did I offend?"

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"The firewood in the creek is soft and the blanket is warm. The raccoon slave and I won't go out."