The other three people in the office all turned their attention to Lin Nianwei who said this.
Looking at the other party's cold face, Duan Yining reacted first after a long silence and hurriedly stopped him.
"School isn't over yet, next class..."
"You are just talking nonsense. What time is it? We are still waiting for school to end! Who will get the next class in her class?"
"..."
"mine……"
The interrupted Duan Yining heard Lin Nianwei's question, and after a long while, she weakly raised her hand in response.
She is obviously two years older than Lin Nianwei in terms of age, but in terms of behavior, she looks more like the younger one.
Perhaps because she had been in contact with Liu Weicheng for a long time, Lin Nianwei was not so domineering in the past.
This change made Duan Yining a little uncomfortable for a while.
Hearing that Zhao Xuanying was a good friend in the next class, Lin Nianwei became even more indifferent. With a little force on her arms, Zhao Xuanying, who was sitting at the desk in a low mood, stood up.
Being pulled by the arm, his eyes widened as he looked at Lin Nianwei in front of him...
The two people left the office, left the teaching building, and came to the parking lot outside the school.
After attending school for so many years, this was the first time that Zhao Xuanying skipped class.
Moreover, the teacher personally led her to skip class. She was confused all the way as she watched Lin Nianwei take out her mobile phone from her bag, not knowing who to call.
After chatting for about two or three minutes, he hung up the phone and opened the car door.
He looked up at her and said.
"Get in the car."
The sentences are short and serious.
This was the first time that Zhao Xuanying had seen Lin Nianwei like this. The previous few times they met, she was always laughing and joking but not serious, but now she suddenly became so serious and serious, which made her feel strange for a while.
I got into the car obediently and just fastened my seat belt...
Zhao Xuanying was startled when the car swerved behind her, and she heard an exclamation from her mouth.
Fortunately, the safety belt prevented her from being knocked down. Zhao Xuanying, who was sitting in the passenger seat, patted her chest in confusion and looked sideways at Lin Nianwei beside her.
Looking at the other party's serious look that didn't waver at all...
After a few seconds, I heard the other party's somewhat shameless reply.
"Move it, it's the wrong gear..."
"Teacher Lin..."
"Don't worry, my driving skills are fine, I was just too angry just now."
After giving a puzzling answer, Lin Nianwei shifted gear again and left the parking lot.
The car was driving on the road, and after driving aimlessly for a while, I suddenly thought of something.
He took a moment to glance at Zhao Xuanying beside him and asked.
"By the way, do you know the address?"
"..."
Lin Nianwei's sassy appearance just now seemed like an illusion. After just a few words, she returned to the appearance in Zhao Xuanying's memory.
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In a building.
The new issue of "Spring Breeze" has been released, and the editorial staff are crowded in this small office building.
"Spring Breeze" is a bi-monthly magazine for teenagers. It was founded just two years ago. The magazine it publishes is somewhat famous among students. Although it is not comparable to larger domestic publishers, it has a certain scale.
Through the call for papers, we have attracted submissions from primary school students, junior high school students, and high school students.
To increase the popularity of the magazine, plus manuscript fees are used as a marketing tool to maintain popularity. However, if each issue only selects ten articles to pay manuscript fees, the funds they earn will shrink significantly.
Therefore...there is an unofficial quota.
Often the top three articles are written by internal staff, and occasionally they will publish an article written by a real student within a year.
This kind of insider information has been maintained since the call for submissions was launched until today. Nothing has happened, and the sales of each issue of "Spring Breeze" have continued to increase.
Everyone in the editorial department is still doing the same thing every day.
Plan content for the next issue of the magazine.
The tranquility was broken by the sudden intrusion of two figures. Everyone in the editorial department who had been working not long ago suddenly stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the door.
"Who is in charge? Come out!"
"..."
In the face of questioning, there was silence.
Everyone looked at each other, wondering who the woman who appeared at the door was talking.
However, the editor-in-chief in the office heard the shouting outside the room, pushed open the glass door, and appeared in Lin Nianwei's sight.
Zhao Xuanying, who was following her, looked very nervous. With so many people watching her, her hands were clenched tightly as if she had nowhere to put them.
The editor-in-chief of the editorial department is a middle-aged man with few hairs left on his head. He wears a pair of narrow black-rimmed glasses. In the hot summer weather, he wears a plaid short shirt tucked into his trousers. His bulging belly looks oily.
few.
Seeing the figures of Lin Nianwei and Zhao Xuanying, he could tell at a glance that Lin Nianwei's temperament was not like ordinary people after spending decades in society.
First, he invited the two of them into his office. After Lin Nianwei and Zhao Xuanying entered the room, he closed the glass door behind him.
Pull down the chain next to the window, and the folding fan curtains are combined to completely isolate the room from the outside world.
When he turned around, he saw that Lin Nianwei was already sitting in her seat minding her own business, but a little girl in school uniform was following him nervously.
After looking at it for a while, the editor-in-chief asked.
"This lady..."
"Don't try to get close to me. I'm too lazy to listen to what you have to say."
As soon as he started speaking, Lin Nianwei waved her hand and interrupted.
Sitting in her seat, she looked up at the editor-in-chief, her face was extremely cold, and just looking at her gave people the feeling that no strangers should be allowed in.
"I am a teacher in No. 1 Middle School. Even if the article written by students from our school was not selected, why is it that in the latest issue of the magazine "Spring Breeze", the first-place winning article is almost the same as the manuscript that was returned by students from our school?"
"..."
As soon as these words came out, the editor-in-chief knew the purpose of Lin Nianwei's visit.
I silently cursed the lazy editorial staff under me. This had happened in previous issues. During the meeting, I had already said that it would be better to write a new one by myself instead of stitching one together from the rejected manuscripts.
.
It seems that what he said in the last meeting fell on deaf ears.
Thinking of this, the smile on the editor's face gradually disappeared.
In this era, the Internet is not mature enough. If something like this happens in the future, we can use the Internet to expose it.
But this kind of thing is not possible in this era, which is why the magazine "Spring Breeze" can survive to this day.
Looking at Lin Nianwei and Zhao Xuanying standing next to her, the editor-in-chief said with a dark expression.
"Do you have evidence? Our selection process has always been fair and impartial, and it is impossible for such a thing to happen."
"I don't know how you said this."
Responding to the other party, Lin Nianwei didn't want to say any more.
I originally thought that if the other party admitted the mistake honestly and honestly, it would be fine to get back the royalties that Zhao Xuanying deserved.
If the other party dares to be harsh...
"Bang bang!"
There was a knock on the glass door that had just been closed, and this movement attracted the editor-in-chief inside the room.
The employee outside the door said with a somewhat anxious tone.
"Editor-in-Chief, someone is here again!"
"..."
For a moment, I didn't know what happened. Before the editor-in-chief could react, Lin Nianwei was not ready to continue the conversation.
With Zhao Xuanying beside her, she opened the door and walked out.
He looked at the lawyers who called him on the phone when he came, and then looked back at the middle-aged man standing inside the door.