Yiren sat in front of the computer blankly, and it took a while for her to come back to her senses. She wanted to laugh, but in the end it turned into a sigh.
She thought what happened today was so ridiculous.
She was obviously the one poaching people, but the people she poached turned to poach her. Is there such a thing in the world?
She is a little worried now. How should she report this matter to Editor Hu?
Report truthfully?
Editor Hu will probably look at me strangely, right?
Delete the last few sentences this guy said against me? It’s easy to delete, but after deleting, the conversation record seems incomplete!
Yiren sat in front of the computer and thought about it for a long time, but couldn't make up her mind. Soon, she didn't have to worry anymore. Editor Hu helped her.
Editor Hu suddenly asked from beside him: "Yiren, have you contacted that salty fish Sun this afternoon? Has he agreed to your offer? Huh? What is this? Is it the call record between you and him?"
When Yiren turned around in a hurry, she found that Editor Hu was already staring at the chat history on her computer, and her expression became weirder the more she looked at it.
Yiren's heart sank and she thought to herself: That's too bad.
But now it was too late for her to hide anything. She could only bite the bullet and smile with her face, waiting for Editor Hu's reaction after reading it. Not to mention, she was really curious about what Editor Hu would do after reading it.
reaction?
Editor Hu reached out and moved her mouse, flipped through the chat records online, and looked at it for a while. After reading it, he looked at her up and down with strange eyes.
Yiren felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, her cheeks were slightly red, "Editor-in-Chief..." she reminded softly.
Editor Hu coughed lightly, nodded slightly, thought for a while, and said: "Don't tell people casually that our website does not include room and board in the future!"
Yiren was a little surprised. After she realized what she was doing, her cheeks turned redder and she quickly nodded in agreement.
Editor Hu looked at her again, his expression still strange, shook his head slightly, and left.
He just left like that.
Yiren looked at his leaving back in astonishment and wanted to ask: "Boss, aren't you going to say something more?"
…
late at night.
After Sun Quan finished coding the manuscript, he returned to the bedroom. The devil in the heart was already fast asleep in the crib. His wife, Yuan Shuiqing, was leaning on the bedside and reading a book, with only a lamp on.
Under the light of the desk lamp, her face is beautiful and her features are picturesque.
After Sun Quan went to bed, he leaned next to her and glanced at the book in her hand. He saw a lot of codes at a glance and felt a little dizzy at the time.
Under the quilt, he touched her leg with his foot.
"what?"
Yuan Shuiqing turned around and looked at him with doubts.
Sun Quan put his hands behind his head and leaned against the head of the bed comfortably. Speaking of this large leather bed that cost more than 10,000 yuan, not to mention other parts, the backrest at the head of the bed was really comfortable.
"I have something to discuss with you, please listen to it."
"What?"
"I want to have a personal studio, what do you think?" Sun Quan asked her with a smile.
Yuan Shuiqing frowned slightly, "What kind of studio? Do you need a studio to write novels? Do you need to recruit people?"
Sun Quan: "Well, we'll probably need to recruit two or three people! The investment shouldn't be big. That's what I think. The small amount of royalties earned from writing novels is really hard work and I can't earn much. The upper limit is limited. If
If there is a studio, there will be dedicated people to help me find ways to sell the various copyrights of my novels. Every time a copyright is sold, the income may be more than I make from writing a book. Moreover, I heard that the royalties are paid from the studio's account.
If you go up, the tax rate seems to be lower, and the money saved from this part will probably be enough to pay staff salaries.
In addition, I also want to recruit one or two assistants who can help me collect all kinds of information I need when I have nothing to do. By the way, they can also help me correct typos in my manuscript. After all, I type so fast every day and some words are wrong.
I may not have noticed it myself. If someone specially helps me revise it, I can save a little worry and have more time to write manuscripts or do other things, what do you think?"
Yuan Shuiqing listened to him quietly and nodded slightly, "Is there more?"
Sun Quan hesitated slightly and nodded, "Do you remember that I told you before that you can invest in various adaptation rights of other authors' works? If my studio can get it started, maybe we can try to buy some in the name of the studio.
Various adaptation rights of other novels, such as game adaptation rights, film and television adaptation rights, etc."
Yuan Shuiqing thought for a while and then asked: "Then what is your preliminary estimate of how much investment this studio will cost?"
Sun Quantian hugged her waist with a smile on his face and said with a playful smile: "You can help me figure it out! You must be better at this than me, right? Hehe."
Yuan Shui gave him a blank look, but nodded, "Okay! Then I'll help you figure it out later. By the way, since you want to set up a studio, do you need to rent a house? You can't just open a studio.
At home, right?"
The villa in the Magic City flashed through Sun Quan's mind. That villa was still vacant.
However, he doesn't want to live in the Magic City, nor does he want to take his wife and children there. In terms of livability, the environment in the Magic City is really much worse than here in City M.
"Well, you don't have to go to the city to rent, just rent a house nearby. Anyway, my studio usually doesn't need to be open to the public like a general store, so just rent it here! The rent is cheaper and it's clean.
, suitable for me to code words.”
"Okay, I understand. Then I'll see if there are any suitable houses nearby!"
…
The couple just talked about it with each other.
Mr. Sun even told Yuan Shuiqing about the fact that Gezi Chinese Network tried to poach him, but he poached the other editor instead.
After hearing what he said, Yuan Shuiqing couldn't laugh or cry.
Question: "Are you crazy? How could you do this?"
Sun Quan also laughed, "It's fun! Besides, the editor's work attitude is not bad. When she was poaching me, she was persistent and didn't get angry at anything I said. I admire her very much."
Yuan Shuiqing shook her head while suppressing laughter, "You! You are messing around! If you want to recruit people, can't I just post a post online for you? Or you can post a post on your author forum yourself, and you should be able to recruit people.
?”
Sun Quan: "That's different! If you look for someone outside, you may not know much about online writing. My studio needs someone who knows a lot about online writing to help me manage it. The editor-in-chief of Gezi Chinese Network should be able to do that."
She is competent, and besides, others may not agree with her. If we really can’t recruit her, let’s find a way to recruit her elsewhere!”
"what ever!"
Yuan Shuiqing was too lazy to talk about him.
…
The next morning.
Yiren came to the editorial office to work as usual.
As soon as she sat down in her seat, she heard the male colleague sitting next to her call her, "Hi! My beauty! My beauty?"
The Yiren frowned and turned around, "What are you doing?"
The male colleague raised his eyebrows at her and asked with a smile: "Hey, I heard that you failed to dig out that salted fish, my old Sun? Is this true?"
Yiren frowned even more tightly, "Who did you listen to?"
Male colleague: "Hey, don't care who I heard it from, just tell me whether this happened or not? What a failure? It's not easy for a pretty girl like you to take action?"
Yiren looked hesitant, "If you don't tell me who said it, I won't answer your question!"
After speaking with a stern face, she looked away, but she was wondering in her heart who had spread the news?
Editor Hu? Will Editor Hu spread this matter?
But if it wasn't Editor Hu, who else could it be? Apart from herself, only Editor Hu knew about this matter at the moment.
"Haha, it's okay if you don't answer. Judging from the look on your face, it must be true! Alas! The beauty trap will fail. What a pity, what a pity!"
The male colleague sitting next to me sighed in a strange way.
Yiren thought he was farting and didn't bother to pay attention.
However, her mood this early in the morning was inevitably affected.
Sighing secretly, she turned on her computer and logged on to QQ to see if that salty fish Sun had sent her a message. She had given up hope of poaching him, but now she was a little curious that he wanted to poach her yesterday.
Is it true?
Is there any follow-up?
After logging into QQ, she saw the messages sent to her by some of her writers. It was her job to serve her writers well. She patiently replied to them one by one. What made her a little disappointed was that the salty fish, Lao Sun, didn't give them to her.
She sends messages.
He was really kidding me...
This thought flashed through her mind, and Yiren felt a little disappointed in her heart?
I clearly had no intention of switching jobs to that guy's studio, so why was I disappointed?
…
noon.
It's almost lunch time.
Yiren, who was handling her work step by step, heard QQ ring twice again. She would hear such sounds many times every day during working hours. Most of them she would not pay attention to immediately. Instead, she would wait for the work at hand to end temporarily and then concentrate on replying.
The authors who sent her private messages.
However, since it was already approaching lunch time, she had almost finished the work at hand, so she let out a sigh and casually opened the private message she had just received.
The next second, she frowned, because she suddenly realized that this private message was from that... No! It was from that salty fish, my old grandson.
Salted Fish An Laosun: "Beauty, have you thought about what I told you yesterday? Are you interested in coming to my place to help me?"
Yiren smiled slightly, put her hands on the keyboard, and was about to type a reply. However, when she typed out the rejection words, she deleted them again. She might not even know why. Anyway, she had a thought in her mind and deleted the rejection words.
The sentence I retyped and sent was: "Does your place really include room and board?"
Maybe it's because - living in the capital is not easy?
Xianyu my old sun replied with a smiling emoticon.
Then he replied with text: "It's more real than real gold! So, you agree?"
Yiren blinked, then blinked again, hesitated for a while, and replied: "Let me think about it again, and I will reply to you after I think about it, okay?"
Xianyu my old sun: "ok! I'll wait for you."
Yiren replied: "Thank you!"
Xianyu my old sun gave her a smiling face expression again.
The conversation between the two should have ended this time. Yiren was sitting in front of the computer, holding her chin in one hand, a little dazed. She herself was a little surprised why she hesitated? Why didn't she reject him immediately?