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　　In the following days, the number of serializations of Natsume's Friends Account also increased every week.
　　In the sixth chapter, Sasada Jun, who had been looking for Shigure, and Shigure, who had never dared to show up, were finally able to meet on the rooftop of the abandoned building.
　　In Shigure's memories, Sasada Junjae who had been coming here looking for Shigure's words once said.
　　"Please, even if it's only once, please show up!"
　　This sentence was misunderstood by Shigure who was hiding in Sasada Jun.
　　In the manga, he looked at Jun Sasada carefully through the old window, so as not to let her discover himself.
　　"So..."
　　"If I saw you once..."
　　"You will never come again."
　　This scene once again made many fans of this work feel distressed.
　　The monsters in this work are so innocent, and these monsters are still so beautiful, and they are so different from other monster comics with monster elements.
　　The handsome painting style, the gentle male protagonist Natsume, and the touching story.
　　Finally, after the sixth chapter was serialized, the serialization of Natsume's Yourenzhang in the Water Edge Periodical stabilized.
　　The three stories are of such a quality, which surprised people who initially thought that Shui Xin could not control such works.
　　In the Ryukoku comics world, the fan base for Natsume's Friends Account is also rapidly increasing.
　　Among them, almost 80% of Natsume fans are women.
　　Under the propaganda of fans and Xuangui, the influence of Natsume's Friends Account soon radiated to the comic fan group of the two main comic companies of Seven Leaf and Orange Cat.
　　For works such as Natsume's Friends Book, male fans may feel good after reading it, but the feeling will not be too deep.
　　But for women, a sudden sentence and a picture in the work will make them feel a strong touch.
　　Among them, some even equate the male protagonist Natsume with the author Shui Xin.
　　Some of them went to look at the video of the Dragon Star Award presentation and also learned about Chu Yu's true face.
　　Many avid fans even think that the character prototype of Xia Mei is Chu Yu.
　　Although Chuyu's appearance is not as handsome as Natsume, overall it is still good-looking, and his height is similar to the set Natsume.
　　This point makes many fans of Natsume's Friends Account very excited.
　　It's a pity that they only know that they are from Luo Province, and they are now working in Magic City.
　　I don't know what school and major Chu Yu is attending, otherwise Chu Yu feels that her peaceful life will definitely be disrupted.
　　It's just.... If the popularity of Natsume's Friends Account continues to grow like this, then it will definitely be a matter of time before Chu Yu's identity in the school will be revealed.
　　The works ranked first in the popularity of Natsume's Friends' Account in the Water Edge Journal felt a lot of pressure during this period.
　　Although the popularity ranking of Natsume's Book of Friends after the publication of Chapter 6 is still eighth on the water's edge, the gap between it and the seventh is very small.
　　After Natsume's Book of Friends, Chapter 7, Underwater Swallows serialized, the ranking of Natsume's Book of Friends rose to seventh. 　　Such a rapid increase in popularity naturally attracted the attention of editors of many comic companies in the Modu comics industry. 　　In the beginning, when Natsume's Friends Account was serialized, people like them didn't even pay attention to this work. 　　When Shui Xin was fighting Yu Jing's Weibo, although they noticed this work, they didn't take it too seriously. 　　But now... as a serialization of less than ten episodes, it can occupy the seventh most popular position in a periodical like Shuiyuan, no matter how they are, it is impossible to continue to ignore this comic. 　　Could it be said that this style of comics unexpectedly has a market in Long Country?

　　Compared with the achievements made by Natsume's Friends Account, editors in the comics industry are more concerned about this.
　　Nowadays, the Dragon Kingdom comics market is too difficult to achieve results.
　　No matter what type of comic works, there are countless masters of comics in front of them.
　　If this kind of small and fresh comics can have a market, then deliberately serializing the submission of similar works in the future is a good thing for cartoonists and editors. The pressure of competition is greatly reduced, and it is easy to produce results.
　　However, compared to people who have only thought of this now, there are a few editors who have thought about similar things weeks in advance.
　　So when the eighth episode of Natsume's Book of Friends, The Swallow under the Water, was finished, when it was serialized.
　　In a certain periodical under the two manga clubs, Tangerine Cat and Seven Leaves, along with the two serialized works, Heart Soul Fate and Demon Forest deliberately imitated the style of Natsume's Friends Account.
　　The former is a story about the protagonist who is born to see the soul and helps those souls who love the world to fulfill their wishes.
　　The latter is set to tell the story of being the protagonist of the demon master, understanding and communicating with the monsters in the process of demonizing.
　　The plot format of the comics is not important. What is important is that the core selling points of the two comics are the communication, fetters, and stories that occur between humans and non-human creatures.
　　Because of this, Li Xi also came to Chu Yu's house to discuss with Chu Yu with a sad look.
　　But Chu Yu, who learned the news, didn't panic at all.
　　Although the system prohibits Chu Yu from watching ununlocked comics, it does not prevent Chu Yu from understanding the development of these works in different dimensions.
　　Since Natsume's Friends Account was born in the parallel world for so many years, there are very few similar works.
　　There are always people who think that such works are easy to paint, but they can only rely on the fact that there are few similar works.
　　But in fact, this kind of thinking is contradictory. If such works are easy to draw, how can there be fewer similar works?
　　The two editors of Orange Cat and Qiye obviously fell into this misunderstanding.
　　So when the results of this week came out, the editors of other manga clubs who wanted to follow Fu Natsume's Friends Account also dispelled this idea.
　　Because the two works of Heart and Soul and Forest of Demon are really ugly.
　　Although it is not serialized in the ace journals of the Magic City Seven, it is unlikely that there will be more bad reviews than online voting.
　　Many fans of Natsume's Friends' Account have learned that the two works launched by the two companies are similar in style to Natsume's Friends' Account.
　　They happened to think that Natsume was even slower, and they bought two manga serialized periodicals with a little expectation.
　　It's a pity...
　　I always felt that I was forcibly fed poison after watching it.
　　Indeed, the highlight of Natsume's Friends Book is the character and memories of Yokai and Natsume and Reiko.
　　But these two works, in order to move forcibly moved, the plot is not brainless, really imitating Natsume's form, not God.
　　In this regard, the fans of Natsume's Friends Account naturally did not hesitate to spend some time and effort to directly send bad reviews to the two companies.
　　After the two works were serialized in the second week, after a week of fermenting and hearing the news, the fans of Natsume's Friends Account sent more bad reviews than the previous issue.
　　The two comics clubs cut two comics unanimously.
　　After all, they came up with these two works to see if they can attract fans of Natsume's Friends Account, but nowadays, these two works have not only become industry jokes, but also successfully caused them. The disgust of Natsume's friends account fans.
　　Imitation is not a sin. The point is to imitate three different things, and it is inevitable to be ridiculed.
　　The ending of the two works made many cartoonists who want to follow suit to weigh themselves in advance.
　　Soon, December is over.
　　Time entered into January.
　　The current serial number of Natsume's Friends' Account in the Water Edge Journal has also risen to sixth.
　　At this time, the growth of popularity is not as fast as before.
　　There are reasons for propaganda in this situation, as well as for the audience of comics.
　　But overall, the popularity of the work is still approaching the fifth place.
　　Chu Yu could also accept this.
　　After all, the works at the top of Natsume's ranking are all works serialized for several years. How can it be so easy to surpass the popularity accumulated over the years?
　　Unless Chu Yu is not drawing Natsume, but a passionate comic. It's hard to come up with that kind of work, but once it's done well, its popularity will grow rapidly, far exceeding all other types of comics.
　　During this time, the magic capital also began to snow.
　　In Chuyu's rental house, air-conditioning heaters are also set up all day long.
　　After all, he has been here for half a year.
　　It has been almost a year since the painting of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance was completed!
　　At this time last year, UU read www.uukanshu.com. He also serialized Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance in Los Angeles. Now, Natsume's Friends Account has become a well-known work in the Long Kingdom.
　　And the animation production about the unheard of the name of the flower has also been in full swing in the past two months.
　　Last month, Gu Yan often chatted with Chu Yu Weixin and invited Chu Yu to go out to play, although Chu Yu refused.
　　But this month, because of the work and study of dubbing, Gu Yan rarely sent letters to Chu Yu.
　　Although Chu Yu can't get his hands in the animation, it doesn't mean that Chu Yu is indifferent to unheard names.
　　In another month, the unfamiliar animation will be broadcast. Chu Yuke has great expectations for this.
　　If it is not heard that the results after the broadcast of the flower name can replicate the performance trend in the parallel world.
　　Na Chuyu feels that he is likely to receive systematic rewards for this work.
　　At that time, his idea of ​​serializing new works will be realized.
　　After all, Chu Yu doesn't want to use the world points to redeem works as a last resort.
　　The world is hard to earn, but the achievements of the Dragon Kingdom comics industry are good.
　　In his words, he still tends to rely on the system rewarded lottery to draw the lower serial works.

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　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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Although the book review area is buzzing, but what makes Tiejun Net's editors uncomfortable is that the score of this «Drawing Sword» is not falling, the more it is being shackled, the more it shows the sales status!
"Boss, Qiyue has moved hands and feet?" A new editor said indignantly, "A clear group of people said that they want to abandon books, why are so many people subscribe? This is not scientific!"
Tiejun Net's Deputy Chief Editor Lingyun Jueding is indeed a middle-aged man who is thankful. He pushed his gold glasses and didn't say anything.
But there is an editor at the side who has been uncomfortable to help: "Yu Wan, what do you say? This big data, is Qiyue able to move hands and feet? Is it difficult, they also directly plug the money to fill the subscription number?"
This is of course impossible!
"The more you get the more fierce, the more you see the readers' love for «Drawing Sword»!" Lingyun Jueding sighed. "Just like those sad dramas, the more people cry, the more market there is. ""
He had to go through Shu Biao, and opened the reward area. He pointed to the projection and said to his men: "Look, he wrote the supporting role dead, or there are many people who are willing to support it, even if he is willing to pay a lot of money and ask him to re-edit it. A few chapters."
The most local tycoon is the gold general league of «Drawing Sword», and the reader with ID "I am urging me to report" suddenly took a huge reward of 50 million books (equivalent to 500,000 yuan), only for the red message: "There are still 50 million, Yang Yi. You changed Xiu Qin and the monk back. It is yours! If you don't change, I will send one hundred Teddy to your home one day!"
(PS: This stalk of Teddy… comes from the book review area. Some book friends said that if Xiaohan TJ had this book, he would send Xiaohan to Taitian… Doraemon fear~)
This ID, Tiejun Net's editors are not unfamiliar, and they know that the real identity of this person is a real estate boss, and it was a former soldier, who started from scratch after retiring, and hard to create a big boss with hundreds of millions of net worth!
In the past, he spent less than five million in Tiejun Net, which is the "big fish" that Tiejun Net must be careful to serve!
However, now he has ran to other platforms, and he also rewarded the authors of the other party at any cost. Tiejun Net's editors are broken.
"I think we still dig Yang Yi for it, at all costs!" The conference room was silent for a while, and one editor said, "What conditions Qiyue gave him, we give him better, but also Give him a signature fee!"
"But the problem is, we don't even know where we are, how to dig people?" Another editor retorted, "If you can dig, you have already dug it!"
"Would you like Lingyun, let's talk to Military Literature and Arts?"
"Yeah, let the Military Literature and Arts help, isn't there anything left?"
Lingyun Jueding listened to the noisy arguments in the conference room and frowned. He smiled in his heart: "Too naive!"
Military Literature and Arts, are the people who are so good at instructing? What's more, Tiejun Net and the Military Literature and Arts have been a little bit stiff recently. Because of the decline of traditional media, Military Literature and Arts is not as good as one year, Tiejun Net has shown better development potential, which makes the big brother It's a bit uncomfortable. The leaders on both sides meet together every time, and they all have a gunpowder smell.
"cough cough, I don't think we can go through Lingyun Jueding's ears without a weak voice…"
Lingyun Jueding's eyes lit up, he pointed to the guy: "Yu Wan, what good ideas do you have? Hurry and say!"
That's right, it was just the slamming rookie editor. He saw the Deputy Chief Editor's name, but he also got bold and stood up and said loudly: "We can ask a good publisher to go to Qiyue to talk about «Soldiers Sortie» Physical publication, such an important thing, Qiyue can not take the author's information out? As long as our publishing house can contact the author, then our opportunity will come!"
correct!
Lingyun Jueding patted his bare head and laughed and said, "Yu Wan, you have a good idea! Very good, very good! Just do it, who, let's arrange it…"
Tiejun Net's editors have a bad idea, and Yang Yi doesn't know at all.
However, his new book was smashed and provoked the public voice. Yang Yi was informed by editorial Qiang Zi, but did not go to the book review area, nor did he intend to change the manuscript.
Well, the reward of 500,000 won't let him change the plot of the original book!
By the way, Yang Yi's previous mission was worth millions of rewards, and 500,000 would want to send him away?
Besides, no matter how much money, Yang Yi is a principled person!
But what is he doing?
...
Today, Yang Yi did not open a store, but came to the bank with Xixi.
Of course, Yang Yi did not bring the property of Conan to get a money. The bank was calm and there was no bizarre incident in which someone robbed the bank or the robbers kidnapped the hostage.
Because of the previous appointment, the big account manager brought Yang Yi and little girl to the independent VIP room, and also gave Xixi a candy and biscuit snacks.
"Thank you, Auntie!" Xixi leaned in his father's arms and said his mouth very sweetly.
"To call my sister, call Auntie is called old!" The big account manager wearing a suit and a skirt is actually a little older than Yang Yi, but the nature of a woman is that she does not like others to call her aunt!
Still returning to the topic, the big account manager confirmed with Yang Yi: "Mr. Yang, do you want to get a million cash?"
"Yes." Yang Yi nodded.
"But one million cash is inconvenient to carry, and it is not safe!" Sure enough, the world bank is generally black, and she has struggled to retain it. "It is better to leave money in the bank. We have one here. Very convenient financial products, your money can be saved immediately, this interest rate is higher than the current period, and it is settled on a daily basis!"
Yang Yi is very determined. He waited for the other person to breathe. He still showed his attitude: "No, I have to take cash!"
The big account manager worked hard, but Yang Yi still had to withdraw the money. In the end, she only allowed the security guard to send the money. Yang Yi had his own bag for money.
Watching Yang Yi put a dollar into the bag, the big account manager was bleeding, she couldn't help but said: "Mr. Yang, with so much money on the road, this is not safe!"
Yang Yi smiled lightly. He looked at the other person calmly and said, "Is it? Thank you for reminding me! Let's go, Xixi!"
Little girl reluctantly glanced at the candy on the plate, but she slammed down from the chair and ran across it, pulling her father's left hand.
"Auntie goodbye," Xixi said neatly.
The big account manager listened to his mouth and pumped it, only to be a strong smile.
It's like when I took two million to buy a car, I didn't care. Yang Yi took the bag and calmly took Xixi out, as if the father and the daughter were carrying luggage to travel, no one would be in him. Stay a little more on the body.
Yang Yi was still looking forward to it, but there was no long-lost robber, so he threw the money into the back seat of Tyrant Wolf and carried Xixi away.

Right after transmigrating into a parallel world, Yang Yi was a bit stupefied upon seeing a adorable little girl calling him father. Fine, Xixi is 100% my daughter, but my child’s mother is actually an aloof, absolute beauty who’s a famous singer.

How do I coax my baby? Yang Yi, who was a assassin in his previous life, scratched his head. How about I tell some stories? Yang Yi didn’t think that the stories he imported from his previous world would be famous world-wide! How do I bring back my child’s mother who left in anger? The experienced Yang Yi indicated that there was no problem a love song couldn’t fix. And if it couldn’t, then two songs!

The next day.
In the morning.
After Zhang Ye washed his face, he ate breakfast before returning to the study.
When the door closed, he opened up the game ring's inventory to retrieve the Lucky Medal and put it on. The Lucky Medal instantaneously shattered as a stream of white light shot out of it, rippling in all directions through the entire world.
The Lucky Medal had been activated.
Counting down: 57 hours.
Then Zhang Ye sat down in front of the computer and started waiting!
Sales!
Give me more sales!
All he wanted was that!
…
Meanwhile.
At crosstalk comedian Tang Dazhang's house.
Today, his wife and child were both at home.
His wife asked, "Old Tang, do you have any performances scheduled for today?"
Tang Dazhang was looking at the computer and smiling absentmindedly. He said, "No, hur hur."
"Why are you so happy?" his wife wondered.
Tang Dazhang chuckled and said, "The sales for Gone with the Wind are no longer moving. Several of the world's literary giants have finally appeared and are fighting him. They have already snatched away quite a bit of the market share, so his chances of getting the Nobel Prize are as good as gone."
His wife said in a speechless manner, "Your feud with him was so long ago."
Tang Dazhang rolled his eyes. "I'll be at odds with him my entire life! Hmph!"
His wife advised, "He's still bringing glory to the country. Besides, I've heard that this novel is pretty good. A few of my friends and colleagues are all reading it."
Tang Dazhang said anxiously, "Don't you dare buy it. I'll take it up with whoever does!"
His wife said, "I know, I know, I won't buy it."
Tang Dazhang harrumphed, "I won't let him gain any increase in his book sales, not even by a single copy!"
Ding dong. The doorbell rang. It was a courier.
His wife smiled and said, "The technical books our son ordered are here."
A large box of books that looked extremely heavy was delivered.
But when they opened it up, they were dumbfounded!
Gone with the Wind!
Gone with the Wind!
Gone with the Wind!
There were a total of 53 books inside, and all of them were Gone with the Wind!
Tang Dazhang spat out a mouthful of blood!
His son said in shock, "I, I didn't buy these!"
His wife was stunned. "Did they send it to the wrong address?"
His son hurriedly contacted the seller online. In the end, the seller turned out to be black-hearted. After haggling for a long time, they still refused to accept a return on the items!
Tang Dazhang was so furious at this!
No returns?
Over fifty copies of Gone with the Wind?
Do you fucking expect me to open a bookstore!
The enraged roar of Tang Dazhang rang out inside the house. "Zhang! Why the hell do you keep haunting me like this!"
…
Japan.
At a bookstore.
Seto Kyoko and her friends were out window shopping.
"Wow, Kyoko."
"Isn't this the English edition of Gone with the Wind?"
"Weren't you the editor for Zhang Ye's One Piece comic?"
"Do you want to buy a copy?"
When Kyoko heard this name, she shivered from head to toe. She said angrily, "Don't mention him. I've sworn that I would never read another work by this great eunuch! Let's go, let's go!" A moment later, someone in front bumped into her, pushing her into the bookshelf that Gone with the Wind was displayed on. It shook from the force, and a copy of Gone with the Wind slid into the bag that she was carrying, unnoticed.
After paying.
They returned to the office.
When Kyoko got back, she opened the bag and discovered the book in it.
"What?"
"When did I buy this?"
"Heavens, what's going on?"
She felt like she had seen a ghost and quickly threw the book aside.
But after thinking about it, she felt that since it had been bought, she couldn't let the money go to waste.
Kyoko clenched her teeth. Her English was pretty good, so she ended up flipping through a few pages. Once she did that, she found herself unable to stop as she got more and more fascinated by what she was reading.
It was time to start working again. The other editors gradually arrived back at the office as well.
"Ah, Kyoko, what are you doing?"
"N-Nothing."
"Why are you reading Zhang Ye's book?"
Kyoko almost burst into tears. "I don't know how I ended up buying it."
Many of the editors cast her a contemptuous glance before placing the things in their hands down. Some of them had bought boxed lunches back, while others went out to buy comic magazines to read. All of a sudden, a lot of people exclaimed in shock!
A female editor shouted, "Ah, why is there a copy of Gone with the Wind in my bag?"
A male editor said, "Damn, why do I have a copy too?"
Another female editor said, "Oh my God, I'm sure I bought a copy of Bangalore's new book. That bookstore employee is too unprofessional. How could he get me the wrong one?"
Everyone was dumbfounded!
It was as though they had all encountered a ghost!
…
America.
At a publishing company, the editors were currently holding a meeting.
The editor-in-chief said, "Let me say this: There isn't a need to promote Gone with the Wind any further. The momentum for this book has weakened, and besides, it was written by a Chinese guy. Our focus will still be on the sales of our own domestic books. Isn't that American writer vying for the Nobel Prize in Literature? There's no reason for our publishing house to not support it. Therefore, I want all aspects of our marketing and publicity efforts to focus on the American writer's book. We can attempt to sell a few of the Japanese and Indian writers' novels as well."
"Alright."
"Understood."
"I will arrange it right away."
Everyone responded positively.
Suddenly, an employee ran in and panted, "This is bad!"
The editor-in-chief kept a straight face. "What's the matter, Will?"
Will said in panic, "Our guys at the printers got it wrong!"
The editor-in-chief was startled. "Got what wrong?"
Will said in tears, "The novels scheduled for printing have been mistakenly printed as Gone with the Wind!"
"What?" The editor-in-chief shot to his feet. He said in a trembling voice, "How many copies were printed by mistake?"
Will did not dare tell him. "Um, uh—"
The editor-in-chief roared, "Speak!"
Will wiped his sweat away. "A million copies!"
The editors in the conference room nearly fell out of their chairs!
The editor-in-chief saw red!
A million copies?
A million copies were wrongly printed?
How many years would it take to sell all of that!
A female editor quickly asked, "So, Chief Editor, the direction of the marketing you wanted us to take, should we go ahead and implement it as you said? If there's nothing else, we'll get back to our work."
However, the editor-in-chief surprised the room. "Implement, my ass! I want all of the publicity and marketing efforts to fully focus on Gone with the Wind! Push it! Sell it! Put it on sale! Make sure to sell them all!"
"Ah?"
Everyone was horrified!
…
On this day.
The entire world was in chaos!
Some people returned home to find a copy of Gone with the Wind in their bags.
Some people placed orders online and realized that they had bought the wrong book after it was delivered.
Some publishing houses printed the wrong books and ended up approaching other publishing houses they had a better relationship with to help them share the burden so as to reduce their losses. As a result, the replies they got shocked them ever more: Eh, you guys mistakenly printed Gone with the Wind too?
Too?
Mistakenly printed it too?
What the fuck is going on?!
What the hell is this!
On this night, the entire world felt like they had encountered a paranormal event!
…
On the same day.
Gone with the Wind's sales figures broke records once again!
The sales of the novel had nearly come to a standstill under the assault of the other Nobel Prize nominees' works. 7.3 million. 7.4 million. The rate of sales crawled to a slow. It had lost the momentum it had at the beginning. But on this day, the sales of Gone with the Wind exploded again. It blew up so greatly that it chilled everyone in the world!
8 million copies!
9 million copies!
10 million copies!
It surpassed 10 million copies in sales!
Now, the population of the world was stunned!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

The editor's tone went from professional to cutesy later.
Tang Tang's psychological journey was clear!
In 2006, web novels were not commonplace. Therefore, not many people were registered web authors; thus, there weren't many high-quality works.
It was unlike the situation ten years later, where editors would receive thousands of drafts a day and newbies popping up every day. The editors would be busy going through drafts and the online publication of books. They would not have time to interact with authors, not to mention sign contracts with authors.
However, the editors currently didn't have many drafts to read, and many drafts were clearly written by people messing around.
There were barely any drafts like Yun Hua's Shocking Dream of Qing Palace, which was exquisite from the title, the introduction, and the first chapter. Of course, the editor would be impressed!
Yun Hua accepted the friend request as she opened the webpage and logged into her author's account.
The instant she logged in, system notifications flooded her. The first notification told her that her chapter had been approved. The other notifications were also messages from the editor, Tang Tang.
"Draw Fleeting Life, your book is really good. I'm your editor, Tang Tang. I have high hopes for you. Add me as a friend! My QQ is 1234567."
"Fleeting Life, I added you. Please accept the request. I wanna talk to you about your book."
"Fleeting Life, can you add me? Your novel is great; you've got to sign a contract with us. I promise I'll promote your novel well!"
"Fleeting Life, did you leave the wrong QQ number? I added you a lot of times, but there's no response?"
"Fleeting Life, I can't get through to your phone either…"
…
Yun Hua felt a little awkward looking at all the notifications. She had been busy dealing with other things after she tossed her drafts online. She had not gone on the internet at all. It would be a miracle if Tang Tang could get in touch with her, but she felt more touched.
It was clear that Tang Tang really liked her novel. Otherwise, she would not be chasing after Yun Hua to sign a contract with them like that.
Yun Hua was about to check on the novel's statistics and comments when a picture began to flash on her screen.
It was a profile picture of a rainbow lollipop—it was Tang Tang.
Yun Hua clicked on it, and Tang Tang sent her multiple messages instantly.
"Draw Fleeting Life? Fleeting Life, you finally added me! I'm so excited!"
"Fleeting Life, your novel is great. This is my first time reading a novel about time travel!"
"Fleeting Life, you have a flair for writing. Your story is full of suspense, and each chapter has me hooked!"
"Fleeting Life, you haven't published your novel on other sites, right? You haven't signed a contract with them, right? Sign a contract with our site. Your novel is great. I'll fight for the best terms and position for you with our editor-in-chief!"
"Fleeting Life, why aren't you saying anything?"
Yun Hua smiled helplessly.
She was not keeping silent; she just… did not have the chance to talk!
Draw Fleeting Life: "Hi, Tang Tang. The rights to the novel belong to me. The novel has not been published on another site before. Do you have a model of your contract? I would like to take a look first."
Tang Tang: "I do, I do, I do. I'll send the contract to your email right away. Fleeting Life, all the terms in the contract can be negotiated, but you have to grant us exclusivity!"
Draw Fleeting Life: "Okay, we'll talk after I've read the contract."


[Strong female lead, Revenge, One True Couple]
Her best friend becomes her sister, disfigures her, breaks her legs, steals her rich fiancé, plots the death of her mother, and sends her to a psychiatric hospital where she is tortured to death.
Reborn as her thirteen year old self with a vengeance, Yun Hua is going to make all of them pay in blood!
While planning her revenge, she meets Bo Siqing, a soldier that died in his twenties in her previous life, and their fates get intertwined in a very interesting manner.

Wallace began his session with a greeting. 
"Welcome to KeyLine publication, Giselle. I'm Wallace, the information guy of KeyLine publication. Nice to meet you." Wallace introduced himself.
"Oh, my pleasure, Wallace. Thanks." Giselle felt comfortable. 
She thought Wallace would be some typical old guy who preaches about the rules and regulations by immersing his audience with long dull and boring lectures. But that was not the case, Wallace is indeed old but he still rocks his young appearance and has a heart of youth. His job at KeyLine publication is probably one of the most boring ones is what often commented by others. 

To other's view, Wallace is a guy who talks about the company's history and knows about IN and OUT of its details. However, Shane Ricardo doesn't use him just for that. Wallace is also in charge of following the public response, paparazzi, rumors, gossips and other spotlight information about their writers. To simply put, Wallace is an important alliance to Shane and KeyLine. He is also well acquainted with every writer, editors, sales representatives, inventory managers, guys at the printers and so on. His network is huge and wide. 
Giselle could feel his majestic presence just by listening to him talk.
Wallace started off with KeyLine's history:
"To start off easy but also most importantly would be KeyLine publication founders. The Ricardo family were the ones who founded KeyLine. It was founded in the year, 1927 by James Ricardo. James is probably Shane's greatest grandfather, I think" Wallace laughed.
Giselle listened intently. Looking at her attentiveness made Wallace return back to his job.
He then continued... the history about KeyLine's growth in the publishing Industry.
...
One large cup of Americano is already over and yet there's more to learn. Giselle became weak. Noticing her tiredness, Wallace invited her out to lunch together. He got permission from Shane and they both headed out to the nearby burger joint.
Giselle and Wallace happily placed their orders and while waiting for their food, Wallace continued.
"Now, we can freely talk about the writers. We do currently manage a wide range of writers based on their manuscript, mainly. But right now, we got our top four contributors who dedicatedly work with us for a long time. I mean they're books are sold-out as soon as they get released, baby." 
Giselle gasped. 
"Our top four best are Jayce, Gill, Edwin, and Caesar. They have been associated with us for quite a long time. I think Gill is the oldest one right now, in terms of 'writers-associated with KeyLine'. Fact: Shane and Gill are old college friends."
The food arrived sooner than they expected, Wallace stopped with his session and they both enjoyed their lunch together.
"So, this is your major start as an Editor, right?" Wallace asked.
"Yeah. I have been an assistant and a proof-reader but never a proper editor. This will be my first-hand experience." Giselle confirmed.
"You're in good hands. Gill's editor is Jenna. Right now, she's our best. But when she joined, I heard that she never had any work experience. Plus, it was a die-hard situation where she needed the job desperately to take care of her family. I did have the Session with her. She's a good kid. You'll like her." Wallace shared his memories and advised Giselle to make use of this best opportunity.
After lunch, Wallace took the time to explain about each individual authors and their works. This included the genres they write, their current editors, successfully works and their achievements.
Later after their lunch, Wallace and Giselle returned to the office. The next topic of the session was all the rules and events. It also included the benefits for editors at KeyLine.
...
Time: 03:38 PM
"That's it. You got any doubts?" Wallace ended his session. 
His table had empty cups of Americano. Successfully, his session with Giselle had ended. Giselle looked tired but not completely worn out. She did take notes often to remember a few things. Wallace liked Giselle's calm personality. So, he gave her a lot of tips and advice. 
"Right now, I'm good. In case if I have any doubts, I'll find you." Giselle responded. 
"You got it. Hear, this is my card. And that's my number." Wallace handed over his business card and contact information for Giselle's convenience.
"Thank you, Wallace." Giselle thanked him.
"Text me if you need any help. I'll make sure to respond asap." Wallace gave her a tip.
"So, what's next?" he asked.
"Shane asked me to inform him once my session with you is over. I think I'll be meeting with Jayce." Giselle answered.
"Meeting with Jayce uh?" 
"Yes."
"well here's my advice for impressing your new author. Tell him that you like his first book." Wallace advised her.
"Tainted Love?" 
"Exactly, I heard it's based on his true life. Although his first book never really got much recognition globally, it did sell out many copies. We all say that his recent book 'Money made Love' is the most successful one. However, 'Tainted Love' is his soft spot. That guy is also smooth. So, be careful not to fall for him. After all, he is a Romance Novel author." Wallace winked.

WELCOME to my very first novel, Get Back to You.
I'm so happy to see that you selected this book to read. I'm sure you will have a great time.

Important Note: You are about to read an LGBT novel, a beautiful love story of two women, Lillian Grey and Giselle.

The two souls bonded by love yet, pulled apart by the external entities. The two women meet years later, the subtle fire still tingling inside, allows them to reconcile but, the question to be asked is: Will they accept it or not?
******
"Here's my message for you in case if you even care about me!"
"Don't ever show yourself in front of me, ever again."
"Why?"
"Because I can't stop myself from loving you if I ever see you again."
"What you gave me is irreplaceable! It still burning in my heart, never letting me live my life in peace."
Upon hearing the shocking news about Giselle's return from her best friend, Anna, Lillian conveyed a heart-wrenching message to pass on, only if Giselle still cared to ask about her.
******
Author's Note:
Get Back to You is very special because it is my first novel and a bold choice, I would say. The once short story showed a lot of potentials to become a perfect novel. The character had a depth to them and an unheard voice, for which I wanted to bring justice by exploring and writing. Just like how we would enjoy a typical romance story between two opposite sexes, I wanted to tell a sweet love story of two beautiful women. Through this novel, I wish to improve people's viewing of LGBT relationships and hope that we show respect without judging.
Join the adventure of Lillian Grey and Giselle and in their struggles to come together. I'm very proud of creating this story, and I constantly work hard to bring justice to its storytelling. I hope that my efforts reap when the readers enjoy the tale as they travel through this journey.
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Eric's eyes fluttered open the next morning, and Melissa was frantically pacing across the room, grabbing all his clothes and throwing them at him, similar to the last time. 

He raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing? I got fired, I don't need to be there—" 

"I knew you wouldn't remember anything from last night," she breathed in panic, searching through his bedroom for a pair of socks, throwing one at him. He caught it, bewildered completely and she hissed, "Put your clothes on." 

Afterwards, he brushed his teeth while she fixed his hair, "You'll understand later." He obeyed her, and when he exited the room, he had not been expecting seeing the tall built inside his home. 

Draven H. Malcom was sipping on his coffee, reaching for the cabinets and examining all its entities, before a grimace pulled his features and he turned away. He was well-dressed, a suit over his shoulders with a tight black polo and a gold chain around his neck. His black hair was slicked backwards, and his eyes seemed bright as they landed on Eric. 

Eric was certain he saw a smile, but that did not help that he was extremely bewildered. 

Draven raised an eyebrow, "Are you ready?" 

Eric frowned, turning to Melissa, "What's going on?" 

Draven grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him towards the door before Melissa could respond. "I'll explain on the way," he waved at Melissa before exiting the appartement, Eric walking in front of him stressfully and avoiding meeting his gaze. 

Draven stepped around him, and descended the stairs, groaning as he drank his coffee, "How the hell does your appartement have no elevator? That's so annoying." 

Eric gulped, unsure whether to apologize even though he was not the one that created this building. When they exited the appartment, Draven approached one of the most elite cars he had ever seen, and he pulled the back door open, slipping inside as Eric merely eyed him strangely. 

He raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to come in or stand there and stare at me the whole time?" 

Eric found himself sitting a seat away from the Draven H. Malcom, author of multiple New York Times best seller and well-known amongst the world. He never thought this would ever happen, but Draven seemed to be calm, not caring at all that Eric was there. And he had lied as well; he did not explain anything that was going on. 

When they reached the agency, he placed his card against the door, and entered; the building was still empty, the secretary was not there. He reached the elevator, and waited until Eric entered until he pressed the button to his floor. For Draven, it was no surprise to find a few of his staff members sleeping on their desks, although it was strange to Eric, who marched past them, following Draven and tightening his bag to him. 

Draven reached a desk amongst the rows, an empty one, and stopped there, turning to Eric who gulped, a bit scared by his presence. 

"This is where you will work," he informed, not even a trace of a smile on his face, "every morning at nine a.m, most of my editors end at five, but a few stay behind to work even more when deadlines are near, which they do get paid double. We all sometimes stay overnight if deadlines are tough, but most people can even leave as early as three." Eric rapidly nodded his head. "Obviously based on your title, you'll be storyline and design editor, telling me if you find something wrong, odd, doesn't make sense, or even have better ideas which I do give credits to all my editors. The editors here are all friends, so I hope you can fit in with them. That's about all I can say for now. I don't give you the work, my secretary does and be extremely careful what you say around her, since her work is flawless but she gets offended insanely easily." 

Eric still appeared confused, and Draven raised an eyebrow, "Something the matter?" 

"I-I thought I was fired..." he breathed quietly. 

"You were." 

"But then, why—" 

"Your portfolio is flawless," he admitted, "worked with the editors of J.K Rowling for the book the Cursed Child at seventeen. Even if you did barely anything, being in that environment is an experience not many writers have. You even finished your masters in Creative Writing; I didn't even do that, and most of the editors here did not even finish University. You have a bunch of experience, which is not something you find often." 

Eric eyes widened: it was thanks to Justin. 

"Besides, you're not that bad looking either, a good face for my office," he nodded his head in a serious tone. That was about the time the staff members began entering, and the ones sleeping began waking up. When they were all in the office, having waved at Draven and greeted him, he captured all their attention. 

"Everyone, I just wanted to introduce our new editor. His name is Eric, and he'll be working on the Cold Shoulder with me." Eric was not surprised when no other smiled at him, or waved at him, rather rolled their eyes. Draven smirked, "The deadlines for the chapter of Midnight Ravens is in four days, how is that coming along Jason?" 

"I'm almost done looking your chapter over, sir," a man named Jason said from the back. He had large glasses that sat on his crooked nose. 

Draven nodded his head, "Perfect. I'm assuming most of you are working on the chapters from Greg Hitcher and Witches?" 

A bunch of them nodded their heads; Draven had drawn seventy chapters for that comic book, which had not yet been completely edited. The deadline was in a month, and he was not too worried. 

He was seconds from turning away and entering his office when a staff member called after him. She was tiny, slim who also had glasses perked on her nose, and Draven did not seem to like her, as he raised an eyebrow annoyingly. 

"How is it fair that he gets to work on one of your newest projects before any of us? I've been here for five years and always get the backups." 

A few seemed to agree, and Eric gulped: he didn't want them to hate him from the beginning. He was going to speak and say that he would gladly switch with her, but Draven spoke before him, in a loud and angry tone that caused all of them to immediately squeezed their lips shut. 

"Do not ever speak to me in that way, ever in your life. And I assume it's because you have never been good enough for any of my newest projects, so be upset with yourself. If you don't like it, I'll gladly replace you." 

He hissed a curse word under his breath before storming into his office, and slamming the door behind him. Miranda narrowed her eyes in Eric's direction, to which he squirmed and grabbed the seat at his desk. Along with that, Eric had also received the closest desk to Draven's desk, which many of them had wanted. 

Hence why, from the moment Eric stepped into Draven H. Malcom's floor, jealously was already clandestinely setting into the atmosphere.

Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story.

***

"You're so clueless, it bothers me."

He frowned, "What does that mean-"

"You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late."

"My portfoli-"

"There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away.

Eric didn't.

Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..."

He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?"

"I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about-"

"I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand.

Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out.

"I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed.

Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. 

"Why me?" he asked quietly.

Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine."

Eric's eyes fluttered open the next morning, and Melissa was frantically pacing across the room, grabbing all his clothes and throwing them at him, similar to the last time.

He raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing? I got fired, I don't need to be there—"

"I knew you wouldn't remember anything from last night," she breathed in panic, searching through his bedroom for a pair of socks, throwing one at him. He caught it, bewildered completely and she hissed, "Put your clothes on."

Afterwards, he brushed his teeth while she fixed his hair, "You'll understand later." He obeyed her, and when he exited the room, he had not been expecting seeing the tall built inside his home.

Draven H. Malcom was sipping on his coffee, reaching for the cabinets and examining all its entities, before a grimace pulled his features and he turned away. He was well-dressed, a suit over his shoulders with a tight black polo and a gold chain around his neck. His black hair was slicked backwards, and his eyes seemed bright as they landed on Eric.

Eric was certain he saw a smile, but that did not help that he was extremely bewildered.

Draven raised an eyebrow, "Are you ready?"

Eric frowned, turning to Melissa, "What's going on?"

Draven grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him towards the door before Melissa could respond. "I'll explain on the way," he waved at Melissa before exiting the appartement, Eric walking in front of him stressfully and avoiding meeting his gaze.

Draven stepped around him, and descended the stairs, groaning as he drank his coffee, "How the hell does your appartement have no elevator? That's so annoying."

Eric gulped, unsure whether to apologize even though he was not the one that created this building.

When they exited the appartement, Draven approached one of the most elite cars he had ever seen, and he pulled the back door open, slipping inside as Eric merely eyed him strangely.

He raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to come in or stand there and stare at me the whole time?"

Eric found himself sitting a seat away from the Draven H. Malcom, author of multiple New York Times best seller and well-known amongst the world. He never thought this would ever happen, but Draven seemed to be calm, not caring at all that Eric was there. And he had lied as well; he did not explain anything that was going on.

When they reached the agency, he placed his card against the door, and entered; the building was still empty, the secretary was not there. He reached the elevator, and waited until Eric entered until he pressed the button to his floor.

For Draven, it was no surprise to find a few of his staff members sleeping on their desks, although it was strange to Eric, who marched past them, following Draven and tightening his bag to him.

Draven reached a desk amongst the rows, an empty one, and stopped there, turning to Eric who gulped, a bit scared by his presence.

"This is where you will work," he informed, not even a trace of a smile on his face, "every morning at nine a.m, most of my editors end at five, but a few stay behind to work even more when deadlines are near, which they do get paid double. We all sometimes stay overnight if deadlines are tough, but most people can even leave as early as three."

Eric rapidly nodded his head.

"Obviously based on your title, you'll be storyline and design editor, telling me if you find something wrong, odd, doesn't make sense, or even have better ideas which I do give credits to all my editors. The editors here are all friends, so I hope you can fit in with them. That's about all I can say for now. I don't give you the work, my secretary does and be extremely careful what you say around her, since her work is flawless but she gets offended insanely easily."

Eric still appeared confused, and Draven raised an eyebrow, "Something the matter?"

"I-I thought I was fired..." he breathed quietly.

"You were."

"But then, why—"

"Your portfolio is flawless," he admitted, "worked with the editors of J.K Rowling for the book the Cursed Child at seventeen. Even if you did barely anything, being in that environment is an experience not many writers have. You even finished your masters in Creative Writing; I didn't even do that, and most of the editors here did not even finish University. You have a bunch of experience, which is not something you find often."

Eric eyes widened: it was thanks to Justin.

"Besides, you're not that bad looking either, a good face for my office," he nodded his head in a serious tone. That was about the time the staff members began entering, and the ones sleeping began waking up. When they were all in the office, having waved at Draven and greeted him, he captured all their attention.

"Everyone, I just wanted to introduce our new editor. His name is Eric, and he'll be working on the Cold Shoulder with me." Eric was not surprised when no other smiled at him, or waved at him, rather rolled their eyes. Draven smirked, "The deadlines for the chapter of Midnight Ravens is in four days, how is that coming along Jason?"

"I'm almost done looking your chapter over, sir," a man named Jason said from the back. He had large glasses that sat on his crooked nose.

Draven nodded his head, "Perfect. I'm assuming most of you are working on the chapters from Greg Hitcher and Witches?"

A bunch of them nodded their heads; Draven had drawn seventy chapters for that comic book, which had not yet been completely edited. The deadline was in a month, and he was not too worried.

He was seconds from turning away and entering his office when a staff member called after him. She was tiny, slim who also had glasses perked on her nose, and Draven did not seem to like her, as he raised an eyebrow annoyingly.

"How is it fair that he gets to work on one of your newest projects before any of us? I've been here for five years and always get the backups."

A few seemed to agree, and Eric gulped: he didn't want them to hate him from the beginning.

He was going to speak and say that he would gladly switch with her, but Draven spoke before him, in a loud and angry tone that caused all of them to immediately squeezed their lips shut.

"Do not ever speak to me in that way, ever in your life. And I assume it's because you have never been good enough for any of my newest projects, so be upset with yourself. If you don't like it, I'll gladly replace you."

He hissed a curse word under his breath before storming into his office, and slamming the door behind him.

Miranda narrowed her eyes in Eric's direction, to which he squirmed and grabbed the seat at his desk. Along with that, Eric had also received the closest desk to Draven's desk, which many of them had wanted.

Hence why, from the moment Eric stepped into Draven H. Malcom's floor, jealously was already clandestinely setting into the atmosphere.

Eric Valence, an aspiring writer who is given the opportunity of working under the well-known Draven H. Malcom, an icon within his country. However, being editor for the new author turns out not to be so easy; it may have something to do with showing up late to work on the first day with no shoes. As their partnership begins to unravel, and people notice the special treatment Eric gains, a few are obviously jealous. Eric Valence is determined to prove his potential amongst his workers, but he never thought that a pair of bed sheets would be the thing changing his entire life. 

***

Eric started at his face distorted with hurt, and tightened his lips close. His decision was meant to save each other, since at the moment, he believed that he was toxic, and would only break Draven, not lift him.
Draven noticed that Eric had paused, and continued, "We can move somewhere together."

Eric bit his bottom lip, "I need to become the person I want to be Draven—"

"That can't be done with me?" Draven screeched.

"No, because I'll just be in your shadow, and that doesn't solve anything," Eric breathed rapidly. When he noticed the conversation slowly becoming intense, he reached for Draven's jaw, "Listen to me, I'm doing this for us."

"No, you're doing this for you."

"Is that so bad?"

"It's not, but I thought after all this time, I'd at least have meant something to you," he sighed.

Eric furrowed his brows, "You do." He did not seem convinced, but Eric added, "Draven I love you." Draven simply shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, but Eric tightened his grip on his jaw, "Listen to me, I love you."

"Stop saying that—"

"I love you," he breathed.

"No you don't."

"I love you so much."

Eventually, Draven opened his eyes, and when he observed the honesty behind Eric's features, his eyes lowered to Eric's lips, back to his eyes, and then all of a sudden, he crashed his lips on Eric's.

Chapter 53

   At the end of the month, the entertainment gossip magazine will be listed as scheduled.  

    This time, the gossip magazine is very popular, because the front page of the cover is printed with several attractive big red characters—— 

    Exclusive interview with Film Emperor Xiong Meng broke the news!

    For the tens of millions of fans of the Xiong Meng family, it can be said that it is a red envelope from heaven, scrambling to buy it, and the habit of loyal fans want to see a copy of the collection. 

    In general, this issue of the magazine is so popular that Hu Xiaoli, a writer, can say that he has done a great job! 

    The editor-in-chief put Hu Xiaoli's name at the bottom of the two pages interviewed by Xiong Meng, and made a special note to the reporter [Hu Xiaoli]. 

    This should have been a very happy thing, but after Hu Xiaoli turned the magazine upside down, he closed it. 

    It was originally agreed that the other interview would not be published on the magazine. What was he expecting? 

    Wen Yue is big in the literary world. His personal reports, gossip magazines, news hotspots and books have made a reputation. 

    In simple terms, Wen Yue is equivalent to the Moody Group in the business world. 

    However, after all, there is still a gap between merchants and writers. Even if Wen Yue shines in the literary world, it is like a fledgling child compared with those in the business world. 

    Therefore, every magazine and book published by a company with such reputation and appeal must have attractive news.

    During the lunch break, Hu Xiaoli was called to the office by the editor with the looks of envy and jealousy from his other colleagues. 

    "Xiao Li, you've made a great contribution to the magazine sale! I discussed with the senior manager and decided to give you a promotion."

    Hu Xiaoli's eyes were wide open, but he didn't expect that only a draft of gossip interview could make him promoted. 

    Although he wanted to say something, Hu Xiaoli still refuses to speak. 

    His surprised look was interpreted as a shocked by the editor. The forty-year-old editor smiled and raised his hand and patted Hu Xiaoli's shoulder. 

    "The company is now undergoing a major transfer, and I am not able to give you a better position, so in terms of promotion, I will temporarily promote you to the responsible editor of the editorial department. Although it is not a big official, I have won you a small office."

    The editor finished, but also with a face of "you are lucky" expression, Hu Xiaoli blinked. 

    The editorial department is just a general term for Hu Xiaoli usually calling his work place. In fact, the company he contracted is called 'Wen Yue Cultural and Creative Co., Ltd. Nancheng Branch'. How can a company with a small office building have only one editorial department? 

    Speaking of which, Hu Xiaoli remembered the homework he had done before joining the company. The editor in which he was the editor-in-chief was the largest, followed by interview editors, then responsible editors, and assistant editors ... 

   Finally, Hu Xiaoli's previous position looked to be the lowest being a assistant clerk ... 

    In terms of authority, at present, there are three offices for interviewing editors in addition to one chief editor's office. There is no personal office for the responsible editor and assistant editor, only a small space work environment separated by one desk. 

    Since the editor has promised to give Hu Xiaoli an office, he will not break his promise. 

    However, this kind of great grace makes Hu Xiaoli feel a little scared. 

    It didn't take any effort to interview Xiong Meng. He lived under the same roof, asked several questions that were not arranged on paper. As Xu Mengmeng said before, 20 minutes was enough. 

    But now, he has to be promoted and raised because of the 20 minutes without any hardships. 

    ... I don't want to get paid for nothing

As a simple fox, Hu Xiaoli, who has survived into human society as an adult, has decided to be an honest reporter who only reports real events. After entering the Fairy Mansion, Hu Xiaoli found that there was a group of big-headed stars from all walks of life in the mansion. So he became a gossip reporter who only covered real events. -

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