After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Lao Qian will not tolerate her, and it is even more impossible for him to take the blame.

Chu Hongmei was so angry that she was gasping for breath, but she had no way to refute it. However, she could not let the responsibility fall on her.

"In the final analysis, it's Qiu Ji who is not good enough. It's a waste of my high regard for him, my dedication to him, and my patience in guiding him."

After saying that, he sat down with a thud, looking resentful and hopeless.

No one in the conference room could bear it any longer.

This is too abrupt a way of passing the buck.

Old Qian sneered.

"Old Chu, Qiu Ji also published a collection of fairy tales before, but his style was more adult-oriented. It's you who insisted on changing it to what it is now and pushing it up."

"Without your guidance, he was doing fine. But because of your guidance, his reputation collapsed overnight. As the editor-in-chief, it is really disheartening for you to evaluate your own writer like this."

"you……"

Chu Hongmei was so angry that she stood up again and wanted to argue.

"Okay, is this the time to argue?"

Wang Weimin finally spoke before the situation escalated further.

"The main responsibility for this matter lies with me. I didn't properly handle the last step."

The deputy editor-in-chief followed suit.

"I am also responsible."

The meeting room finally quieted down.

"Right now, we're mainly discussing how to continue the Rising Star Project. Headquarters has invested so much manpower and resources, we can't let this thing die halfway."

"How about letting Qiu Ji return to his old style and try again?"

Chu Hongmei hesitated for a moment and said.

"impossible."

Wang Weimin refused without hesitation.

It can't be repeated more than once. The first time has already shown that this is the limit of this writer's style.

The results of the strong push have already paid off.

If it happens again, how stubborn would you have to be?

There was a brief silence in the conference room.

At this time, Lao Qian touched Yang Xiuxiu next to him, and Yang Xiuxiu gave him an expression of "what are you doing".

Old Qian pointed to Lu Qingfeng's name on the projector.

The rookie editor understood that this was a request for her to recommend one of her authors.

However, she looked at everyone's faces.

This atmosphere is a little scary.

Lao Qian spoke helplessly.

"Don't we have a suitable candidate right now?"

Everyone looked at him in confusion, then turned to look at the three rave reviews on the screen, and suddenly they understood.

Chu Hongmei was about to object, but she opened her mouth and ultimately didn't say anything.

Old Qian continued without waiting for anyone to react.

"Everyone was worried about the instability of the young writer's writing, but judging by his five stories so far, the quality is as good as ever."

"If you're still worried, here's a new issue of 'Mengya' that just went on sale today. It features the winning entries from the preliminary round of the New Concept Writing Competition."

"Our young writer can do more than just write fairy tales."

Lao Qian came to the computer connected to the projector and operated it for a while, and the full text of "Feed-Out" was displayed on it.

"You mean, this was written by the same person?"

Wang Weimin asked with a frown.

"Correct."

Lao Qian gave an affirmative answer.

"And this is the first-place winner of this year's New Concept Awards. I don't need to explain, I'm sure everyone here understands the significance of the first-place prize. If that were all, it wouldn't be a big deal."

"But if you look closely at this essay, it's a miniature science fiction."

"Honestly, I've never seen such a spiritual article from someone this age."

"You can all get a glimpse of his talent, his gift, and his potential from this article. I can guarantee that you will not be disappointed if you choose him as the featured writer for the Rising Star Project."

This praise made everyone look sideways, but surprisingly no one refuted it.

Deputy Editor-in-Chief Cai Qing said after pondering for a while.

"Last time, I mentioned that this young writer is still a high school student. With only a month and a half left until the college entrance exam, does he have time to cooperate with the planned publicity plan?"

Lao Qian looked at Yang Xiuxiu.

Yang Xiuxiu stood up excitedly.