The love apartment begins with entering the police station

Chapter 684 A chaotic afternoon

At the same time, now literature network company.

Dali and the other two dressed in formal attire and came to the online editor's office together.

As soon as I entered the place where the editors were working, I could smell the smell of gunpowder as soon as I walked to the door. Various editors were calling to urge for updates, running around in the corridor, and papers were flying everywhere. The editors' hair was all messy.

Zhao Haitang was surprised and asked, "Is this an editorial office or a battlefield?"

Curry swallowed and said with some fear: "It looks like they haven't slept in many days."

Dali, wearing a professional suit, introduced himself, "If the author delays updating, the editor won't be able to rest. Come, let me explain the work. I am in charge of 20 authors. Each author must write at least 3000 words a day, and some must write tens of thousands of words. What we have to do is to call and urge them to update!!!
Make sure every author meets their deadlines and be prepared for unexpected situations.”

"What unexpected situation?"

"For example, among the authors I'm responsible for, there's one called Nicholas Zhangsan. He just told me that his hand was broken and he can't write, so he'll have to stop writing for three months... This is also my first test for you. It depends on you whether you can handle this job!"

"Okay, I get it now."

Curry seemed to already know how to do it.

"Leave it to me." Zhao Haitang patted his chest and promised to complete the task.

I never thought that there would be a day when I wasn't urged to update my work, and I could even urge others to update their work. This feeling is quite amazing.

Nicholas Zhangsan arrived quickly and sat in the reception room.

Outside the reception room, Dali peeked in through the glass and said, "Curry will wait a moment. You go first! Then Zhao Haitang."

The three of them walked into the conference room.

When everyone said hello and sat down, Nicholas Zhangsan was seen stroking his plastered arm with a sad face and said, "Da Li, I'm really sorry. I didn't expect such an accident to happen. I'm really sorry."

Dali gave Curry a look.

Curry understood and immediately cleared his throat: "Zhang San, in your case, I think your hand is injured, so you should rest well. Once you recover, you can write again."

"Really?" Zhang San asked happily.

"Of course..." Curry Sauce was about to continue speaking, but Dali interrupted her and said, "Of course it's fake! She was just playing a joke on you."

Then Dali gave Zhao Haitang another look.

Zhao Haitang stretched out his hand, shook hands with Zhang San and said, "Hello Zhang San, I am Nicholas Zhao Si! After thinking about it, by the time you recover from your injury, the readers will probably have left. I will help you finish your creation."

Zhang San was pleasantly surprised and asked, "Is there such a good thing? You want to help me write it?"

"certainly."

Before Zhao Haitang could finish,
Dali interrupted, "Stop, Zhao Haitang, shut up!"

A powerful punch hit Zhang San's plastered arm, and the plaster instantly turned into pieces on the ground.

"Oh my God."

Curry Sauce covered his mouth in fear. It was such a brutal scene.

Okay, stop pretending."

Dali said to Zhang San, "Yesterday, six people came to ask for leave with plaster casts on, and three people with depression. They were acting much more miserable than you."

Zhang San said awkwardly: "Those guys, they plagiarized my idea."

"If you had put your creativity into writing, you would have finished it long ago."

Zhang San begged, "Please give me a few more days."

"I've thought of several directions for you. Even if the main plot can't be continued, you can write the side plot first, right?"

"But I've hit a bottleneck recently and I don't have any inspiration at all!"

Feeling cheated, Curry Sauce complained: "Authors without inspiration are like salted fish."

"Oh, no, there is still a difference between you and salted fish, you are less beautiful!"

Zhao Haitang stabbed him hard and said, "I actually wanted to help you write it."

Zhang San: "..."

At this time, Dali held a loud speaker and shouted, "Why don't you go back and write?!"

"Ah! I'll go right away." Zhang San fled in panic.

Curry Sauce couldn't bear it and said, "Da Li, is it really okay for us to stimulate him like this?"

Dali said calmly: "I am just trying to establish your authority! In order to prevent the author from thinking that you are easy to bully."

Curry Sauce softened her heart and said, "What if he really can't figure it out? Can't he give him a few days?"

"There are so many difficulties. I have to keep writing manuscripts and write every day. This is the job of an online writer..."

Before Dali finished speaking, cheers were heard from outside.

"Duang!"

There were cheers outside.

Zhao Haitang was puzzled: "Why are they so happy?"

Dali explained: "Every time an author submits a manuscript, the editor will ring the gong. This is an honorable moment for an online writing editor."

"Have you knocked?"

"I have knocked 87 times. My goal is to knock 100 times before the end of the internship. Start making calls, reading the scripts, and get moving."

Zhao Haitang nodded and asked, "Then what are you doing?"

"I have to go out."

After Dali carefully checked Zhang San's home address and family members, he went out with a smile.

An hour later, Dali came back.

"I think some of your new chapters are not very scientific. For example, the protagonist has the dual spiritual roots of salt and sugar, so why is there a huge explosion when he is struck by lightning one day?"

As soon as Dali came back, he saw Zhao Haitang holding his mobile phone and discussing with the author.

Why did it explode?

This editor has so much to do!
"Salt will electrolyze into chlorine, and sugar will electrolyze into hydrogen. If you ignite the hydrogen and chlorine with fire, it will explode!"

"I didn't expect you know chemistry? But you didn't learn mechanics well in the next chapter. You said that the opponent fought back with a 100-jin World-Destroying Palm, but the impact force of a car driving at 3000 yards is more than jin. Do you think this amount of force can destroy a city?"

"I didn't think it through..."

Zhao Haitang: "Okay."

Seeing this, Dali asked, "Zhao Haitang, you've been on the phone for an hour. Has he submitted his manuscript?"

Zhao Haitang said excitedly: "I had an in-depth discussion with him and he decided to rewrite it."

"..."

Dali was completely speechless. "I asked you to urge the manuscript, not to find mistakes. You are not artificial leather, you are real leather!"

Zhao Haitang retorted: "Even if it's an online article, we should treat it seriously, right?"

Dali didn't want to pay attention to him and rolled his eyes at him.

The plot of the online article you wrote, The Return of the Dragon King, is completely illogical, and you still have the nerve to criticize others.

Zhao Haitang asked curiously: "Da Li, what have you been doing? What's in your hand?"

"Bell, this is the bell of Zhang San's cat. I stole his cat out."

After explaining, Dali took a photo of the bell in his hand and sent it to Zhang San, with a voice message attached:

"Your cat is in my hand. If you want it to have some dried fish to eat, you have to give it 8000 words first!"

Zhao Haitang: "Where's the cat?"

"Of course I hid it."

Curry Sauce: "Too cruel, the cat is innocent."

Zhao Haitang: "Can we be more friendly? For example, discuss the plot with the author and help them inspire inspiration."

Dali waved his hand and said, "The world of online literature is not that simple."

(End of this chapter)