I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 11 Delayed Release
The porridge in the office was fragrant, and Liu Zhiqing ate it full of praise.

The only thing she thinks highly of Chuhe is Chuhe's preserved egg porridge.In addition, Chuhe is really just a worthless soft rice man.

"Elder sister, eat slowly. Chuhe can make porridge for us every day, as long as you don't drive him away." Su Muyan poured a glass of water for Liu Zhiqing, and began to clean up the messy documents on the desk.

She was already very familiar with Liu Zhiqing's office, and it took no effort to tidy it up.

Liu Zhiqing gave her a white look: "Why do you always want me to admire Chuhe? Who is messing around with you?"

"Oh my sister, Chuhe is really good. By the way, you don't know, he can also draw, better than me!" Su Muyan has become Chuhe's little fan.

Liu Zhiqing smiled lightly: "Yanyan, there are many people who can draw better than you."

"Hmph, sister, you hit me again!" Su Muyan looked aggrieved, and Liu Zhiqing couldn't help laughing: "I don't want you to study hard, stop playing around all day, like a child."

"I won't be playful, I want to learn painting from Chuhe, I will shock my instructor when I graduate!" Su Muyan's temper came and went quickly, and she smiled in a blink of an eye.

Liu Zhiqing frowned slightly: "You learned painting from Chuhe? No, don't get too close to men..."

"Oh, sister, you're here again. I know how to behave, so I won't tell you." Su Muyan hurried away, otherwise she would be lectured by Liu Zhiqing for a long time.

She was fed up with it before, but whenever Liu Zhiqing came into contact with a man, she would doubt the man's motives. To put it bluntly, men are scumbags.

Liu Zhiqing didn't have much to say, her younger sister was still too young to care about her.

After Su Muyan left, Liu Zhiqing also finished eating the preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

With endless aftertaste, she stretched lazily, her imaginative chest line was straightened, her legs were stretched straight, and the blue veins on the white instep were exposed.

"Huh." Liu Zhiqing breathed out comfortably, and informed the secretary to come in and pack the lunch box.

Soon, a woman with big glasses and short hair came in.The woman was also wearing a white-collar uniform and high-heeled shoes. She looked good, but compared to Liu Zhiqing, she was still a little bit inferior.

"Shihan, tidy up the office. Also, go to the magazine tomorrow morning and help me buy a new issue of "Science Fiction World." Liu Zhiqing instructed skillfully.

The [-]nd of every month is the day that Liu Zhiqing looks forward to the most, because this day is the release date of "Science Fiction World", which she has fallen in love with since high school.

A new issue is released on the [-]nd of every month, and Liu Zhiqing has almost never finished a single issue, and she has been watching it for eight years.

"Okay." The lady with glasses called Shihan responded respectfully, and neatly packed away the lunch box.

Liu Zhiqing stopped talking, and habitually stood by the window watching the night scene, but inexplicably recalled that night in the villa in her mind.

That night, there was a faint sound of conch, which Liu Zhiqing could never forget.

"I don't know who played it?" Liu Zhiqing shook her head, and finally agreed to leave work.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

In the Longdingwan villa, Chu He sat in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard with a look of amazement.

After Su Muyan left, Chuhe used all the remaining joy points to buy the follow-up content of "Poetry and the Sea". He only bought [-] words, and now his joy points are emptied.

If Liu Zhiqing hadn't suddenly offered 100 pleasure points, Chuhe might only be able to buy [-] characters.

He guessed that Liu Zhiqing ate porridge with preserved egg and lean meat in the company, so she provided pleasure value.

But these are trivial matters, Chuhe didn't think too much, he couldn't wait to type out the [-] words of the newly bought "Poetry and the Sea".

So far, "Poetry and the Sea" has [-] words.

Chuhe was addicted again. He experienced the feeling of being devoured by thousands of ants. It was too uncomfortable. This is the feeling of chasing more.

The author of the system is really worth a thousand dollars, so can't he "do more"?

While Chu He was typing on the keyboard, the editorial department of "Science Fiction World" was still in full swing.

Tomorrow is the release day, but the layout of the magazine has not yet been finalized. In order to make "Poetry and the Sea" more impactful, the editorial department completely changed the layout of the magazine.

From the cover to the back page, from the message to the illustrations, everything has been changed, the purpose is to highlight "Poetry and the Sea".

It can be said that "Poetry and the Sea" will become the "soul figure" of the magazine.

"Everyone, work harder. All articles that conflict with the typesetting of "Poetry and the Sea" will be removed. Leave the rest of the authors alone and compensate them later."

President Ye was sweating profusely, looking here and there, even checking for typos.

Liu Qiang was in pain and joy. He is the deputy editor-in-chief. He has a huge responsibility. He hasn't had a good rest in the past two days.

"Boss Ye, I really can't make it in time. The layout is all messed up, and some old authors still have opinions. I'm sure I won't be able to make it out today!" Liu Qiang smiled wryly.

"Yes, Mr. Ye, the printing department is also urging us, and even complained to the president, saying that we are lazy and rush to work at the end of the month." A female editor was miserable.

Mr. Ye rubbed his temples, he was indeed in a hurry, no editorial department would dare to do this.

But "Poetry and the Sea" was the only novel that had fascinated him for so many years, and he couldn't wait until next month.

"Poetry and the Sea" can definitely become a god in one book, and Ye Jiajun's career has also improved to a higher level.

"Don't worry about the printing department and the president. If you can't make it today, the release will be postponed. I will take care of everything!" Mr. Ye insisted.

Many editors were unable to do so, but Liu Qiang's computer received a message. He hurried over to look at it, and was overjoyed: "Chu Xiaohe has sent a follow-up manuscript."

"What?" Mr. Ye was also overjoyed, and hurried over to browse, putting down all the work in hand.

The new manuscript was only [-] words, while Chu Xiaohe had sent two manuscripts before, with a total of [-] words.

Including the current [-] characters, there are a total of [-] characters.

"As expected of a master of science fiction, he has written another [-] words in just two days. Chu Xiaohe is definitely not a dead-on-the-street." Mr. Ye agreed, took Liu Qiang's place, and read the manuscript by himself.

The rest of the colleagues continued to work, while Mr. Ye and Liu Qiang were buried in front of the computer, checking new manuscripts, quite putting the cart before the horse.

"I heard that you are going to postpone the next issue of the magazine?" At this moment, an unhappy voice suddenly came from the door.

Everyone cheered, and Mr. Ye and Liu Qiang also stood up.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged woman in her 40s. She was dressed in plain black, her hair was tied up, and her face was tense, like a stern old principal.

She is the president of Science Fiction World Magazine, Yuan Huaying.

Yuan Huaying has been well-known in the industry for a long time. She usually sees the beginning but never ends. I heard that she often flies around the world to drink tea with sci-fi bigwigs.

I didn't expect to come to the editorial department now.

"President, why are you here?" Boss Ye showed no aura, and even showed a flattering smile, completely opposite to usual.

"If I don't come, you won't be able to turn the world upside down? Look at what the editorial department is like? The sales volume of the magazine is getting lower and lower, and now you have to postpone the release. Do you think this is playing a game?" Yuan Huaying scolded coldly, and everyone in the office dared not Take a breath.

Mr. Ye is used to it, and apologized repeatedly: "It's my fault. I was reckless and impulsive. Didn't I just find a good manuscript, and I was so impulsive to retype it. Forget it, I don't want this manuscript anymore. Send it back, and save a thousand words and a thousand expenses."

(End of this chapter)