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Fairy Tale Empire Editor Jie Ao: "Let's play billiards together in the evening?"Or darts.I prefer billiards. The magazine does not provide free darts, but it does provide free billiard balls and billiard cues. 』

Fairy Tale Empire editor Jie Ao: "Just wait a while, it won't be too late at night, don't worry." 』

Tang Ping thought for a while and typed a reply.

The genius bends his bow, and the hero shoots the big eagle: "彳亍." 』

Tighten up your pants, the toilet flushes automatically, and you're ready to get up.

A few footsteps walked into the toilet and went to the urinal to form a group to have fun.

A: "So, what should we do about Li Aojie?"

Tang Ping paused when he was about to push the door open.

B: "What else can I do? Just do whatever I have to do."

A: "But now the reasons are not strong enough. In the past, if the writers were enthusiastic and a small group of people supported the writers to enter the factory, we would take a step back and change the factory to a small area and be more humane. Then we would fire him. There are good reasons.”

A: "For the writer, we have a concrete explanation; for Li Aojie, we at least retained his proposal, recognized his contribution to the writer and the magazine, and satisfied his ideals; for his family, we can also Let him go back and inherit the family business quickly."

C sighed: "Originally, everything went as planned, with a perfect ending. That Tang Ping, young and energetic, ruined the overall situation."

A: "It's better now. Even if you want to fire him, there's no reason for him to be convinced. It's hard for him to convince."

B: "If you are not convinced, then find a way to convince him. The most important thing is to satisfy his family."

A: "How can you be convinced by your strong words? He went back to inherit the family business in anger, then turned around and killed us. Why don't you go and convince him?"

Several people sighed, shook themselves, put the birds in their cages, and went out of the toilet.

After more than a minute, Tang Ping opened the door again.

He frowned, recalling these three... it should be four people, and there was the sound of footsteps from one person, but he didn't speak.

"Is this actually a tactic? The purpose is to drive the unruly editor home as soon as possible?

"So maybe whether a writer can join the factory has nothing to do with the struggle between the idealists and the realists. It's just that the leader has long wanted to fire the editor Jie Ao, but has never been able to find a suitable reason. When he heard that he proposed 'writers enter the factory', I immediately Realizing this is an opportunity, planning a design?”

Tang Ping felt a little ridiculous.

First, actively affirm that Editor Jie Ao did something right, and praise him so that everyone will know that it was him who did it, so that as an editor, he can stand on the opposite side of the writer.

Then it was gradually advanced and expanded to an untimely level, causing a fierce backlash from the writers. They took advantage of the opportunity to deal with the matter, resolve the crisis, and find sufficient reasons to fire the editor Jieao:

You see, the writers are so dissatisfied with you that you can no longer be an editor.

You have made enough contributions, and we all support you. Look, we still reserve it for you. This is proof that you have been here, struggled, and changed.

It’s all those writers who are ignorant, no, that’s not entirely true. In short, they just can’t understand and always reject your good intentions...

Go and come again.

In the eyes of editor Jie Ao, writers are all a bunch of unscrupulous people who are hated by everyone.

The higher-ups are his warm elders and well-meaning relatives.

After thinking about it, Tang Ping was speechless.

...I treated Editor Jieao like a little brat throughout the entire process.

He remembered that Editor Jie Ao seemed to have told him that there was an old editor who told him that he should be indifferent to writers.

"No, this is too conspiratorial."

Tang Ping gently pressed his temples:

"We can't rule out the possibility that some people in the Fairy Tale Empire think this proposal is a good one and kill two birds with one stone."

The only problem is.

Do these people know that they are in the toilet?

Did you deliberately form a group to come here so that you can hear it?

Tang Ping recalled their tone.

Can't quite figure it out.

He was so focused on what he was saying that he didn't even notice whether the tone of his words was natural and appropriate.

It's a pity that there was no recording at the first time, otherwise we could have studied it over and over again and figured out the clues.

The phone vibrated.

Received another message.

Fairy Tale Empire Editor Jie Ao: "I've finished eating. See you in the billiards room." 』

After reading the message, Tang Ping replied "I'll be there soon" and put away his phone.

Don't worry about that much for now.

Anyway, let’s meet with Editor Jieao first and then talk about related matters.

He left the bathroom and headed to the billiards room.

A few minutes later, I saw the unruly editor who was rubbing a billiard cue with chocolate.

"Here we come." When Editor Jieao saw him, he tilted his head slightly and gestured to go to the billiard rack to get the pole. "Do you know how to play billiards? I forgot to ask just now."

"No." Tang Ping shook his head honestly.

He knows a little bit about the Internet, but not much.

In reality, that's not the case.

All I know is that the rule is to poke the white ball hard with the pole and poke all the other balls into the bag.

"What about the darts?" Editor Jieao asked again.

Tang Ping shook his head sincerely: "No."

He didn't even know the total score in a round of darts.

I only know that the outer circle is a double points circle, and the middle circle is a triple points circle. Hitting the red circle in the middle is 50 points, and hitting the green circle outside the red circle is 25 points.

Oh, and each player is limited to three bids per round.

"Hmm..." Editor Jieao groaned.

Said:

"It's okay, just hit him casually.

“你可以选择打1-7号球，或者9-15号球，只能打自己的球。打完后再打最后的8号球……”

He briefly explained the rules of billiards.

Tang Ping understood, but not quite.

"It's okay, just play casually. Let's practice our skills by playing a round first."

After Editor Jieao finished speaking, he took out a box of three darts:

“If you try a game and don’t like it, try darts again.”

"Oh, good."

Tang Ping picked up a billiard cue.

Learn the postures of other tables and start the game.

His posture was inaccurate, and his hitting position was even more volatile, causing the ball to bounce and spin at other times.

On the other hand, Editor Jie Ao is obviously much more skilled.

His movements cannot be said to be very elegant, at least they can be said to be capable and his playing is precise.Even if I didn't play hard, I was several goals ahead.

"'Care'."

Editor Jieao took aim and suddenly called Tang Ping's pen name:

"You think, should I really continue to be an editor?"

Tang Ping said in his heart, "Here we come."

"What's wrong?" he asked, pretending not to know.

"I've never had a good reputation among writers."

Jieao editor bats.

The white ball roared and rolled on the table.

Hit the 12th ball but didn't hole it.

“I know the reason, but I don’t want to change it.

“Because even if it were changed, it would be meaningless.

"It just goes from being direct to being tactful, and then back to the original situation."

"Well..." It was Tang Ping's turn.

He aimed awkwardly, charged up his strength, and struck out!

boom!

The white ball bounced several times before flying off the table.

"What happened to you today?" he asked.

“Wall into a little doubt of your own choices.”

"I don't want to go into details, so forget it."

"No," Editor Jieao took aim and shook his head, "I don't know what to say. I just feel that maybe I am not suitable to be an editor."

"boom"

The white ball started its journey again.

"I think you're right."

Tang Ping stared at the spinning trajectory of the white ball:

"so what?"

"So?" Editor Jieao's voice was low.

Watched the No. 12 ball pass the hole three times but failed to enter.

"So, maybe I should move on to a better future."

It was Tang Ping's turn.

He hit the ball again, and the white ball bounced a few times like a ricochet. Fortunately, he hit the No. 2 ball into the bag.

"You Che Luuluo said this back and forth three times, three times, three times, all you said was whether it should be done, whether it's appropriate or not, and maybe it's not possible.

"You don't want to give up editing at all. Even if you hesitate, you can't give up."

Tang Ping continued to hit the ball.

Unfortunately this time, the white ball bumped into the ball a few times and almost knocked the Jieao editor's ball into the goal pocket.

"Then just keep doing it, what else can you do?"

The Jieao editor opened his mouth: "But I..."

"Whether you do it or not, that's your business."

Tang Ping interrupted:

“All I can tell you is that if you keep doing it, I will keep feeding you.

"How long do you work, how long do I provide, until the inspiration is gone and I can't write anymore, until I close the pen.

"If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. I have so many manuscripts and so many people to submit them to. When I was just having a meal, there was someone who said, 'Editing is work, being a writer is life' told me to go fuck him. Then submit.

"Okay, it's your turn, let's hit the ball."

Editor Jieao opened his mouth for a few seconds and then slowly closed it.

He leaned down, focused on aiming, and hit the ball.

Not in the bag.