Lu Weifu upstairs

Xu Yihan cursed inwardly, what an immortal!He had long heard that President Jin had "dirty hands and feet" in the publishing house, but no one dared to check him because of his old qualifications and strong background.It turns out that this old man is not only greedy for money, but also greedy for sex?

All the other authors have left, only reporter Wu—her real name is Wu Yan—is left.

"Xiaoyan, I've read yours," President Jin narrowed his eyes with a smile, "it's pretty good. You know, we've been publishing on the Internet for the past few years, and I've read a lot. Let me tell you guys. Compared with young people, they are outdated, but they still have the ability to distinguish, haha."

Wu Yan was holding her chopsticks in her hands, and she was a little overwhelmed with a smile: "Thank you... Will "Shadow Flowers" be published this year? I really, really didn't expect it."

President Jin took a sip from his teacup, shook his head and said, "Well, it's hard to say."

Wu Yan: "Ah? You mean..."

"Everyone here is my own, Xiaoyan, I'll tell you straight," President Jin's eyes slid across the faces of Xu Yihan, Manager Wu, and Xiao Jia in turn, and finally landed on Wu Yan's chest, Like a wet snake spitting out letters, "The subject matter of "The Story of Shadows and Flowers" is indeed quite sensitive. You say you are too, and you have 360 ​​careers in the world. Why do you have to write the heroine as an independent reporter?"

Wu Yan: "I..."

"Your film, although it's about love, involves a lot of social and people's livelihood, and it's too critical." President Jin said in a regretful tone, his cloudy eyes still fixed on Wu Yan's chest. Still can't get out."

For a while, everyone was silent.Manager Wu lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, Xiao Jia concentrated on eating the ribs, and Xu Yihan looked at the "Lanting Collection Preface" on the wall.

Wu Yan frowned, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "President, then, if you can't get out, forget it..."

"Oh, you child," President Jin's tone suddenly became intimate, "Why are you so honest? If there is no hope at all, why should I mention this to you? Come on, let's have a drink, and I will talk to you slowly. explain."

Wu Yan seemed to hesitate for two seconds, then filled herself with wine and raised her glass: "Then I will toast you."

President Jin smiled and said, "Come on, sit down, so that I don't have to talk at the top of my throat."

At this moment, Manager Wu suddenly moved the phone screen in front of Wu Yan: "I, a pregnant woman, will withdraw first, you guys continue—Xiao Wu, let's add a WeChat? There is a chance to cooperate."

Wu Yan looked down at the screen: "Okay, Manager Wu."

Manager Wu took his bag and left, and only President Jin, Xu Yihan, Xiao Jia and Wu Yan were left in the huge box.Wu Yan sat beside President Jin, and President Jin poured her the third glass of wine tonight.

Wu Yan shook her head, her voice was a little hoarse: "I don't drink well, and I can't remember when I'm drunk... what you said, let's... let's talk about it first."

President Jin shook his head inscrutablely: "What's the hurry? Come on, one last cup, one last cup, let me tell you, we have already bought the copyright of your book, if we keep holding back the publication, there is nothing you can do about it , what a pity, isn't it?"

Wu Yan tilted her head due to the smell of alcohol emitted by President Jin: "It's...it's a pity."

"The longer the time drags on, the harder it is to publish, because readers will gradually forget the story, and the publishing house should also consider economic benefits," President Jin smiled, and patted Wu Yan on the shoulder, "So The first idea I give you is that this book should be published as soon as possible, and there should be no delay."

Wu Yan moved back slightly, and nodded.

Xiao Jia from the game company on the side took up the conversation: "Mr. Jin, you are right, isn't it the same for us who make games? Even if we don't talk about economic benefits, just talk about the current policies—the current policies. The policy is getting tighter and tighter, and everything has to be released early! Maybe a new notice will be issued tomorrow, and it will not be released."

President Jin nodded: "Yes, that's what I meant. Xiao Jia is a sensible person. Come on, Mr. Xu, Xiaoyan, Xiao Jia, let's have a toast."

Wu Yan shook her head: "I really can't drink anymore——"

"Come on, Xiaoyan," Xiao Jia approached with a smile, and served wine to Wu Yanman, "I am a rough man, today is the first time I drink with you writers, let me save face, come, come, walk !"

After drinking four glasses of high-grade liquor, Wu Yan's face turned red, and her hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

"Your book, if you really want to publish it, it can be published, just to make some revisions." President Jin approached Wu Yan, even hugging her affectionately, "The point is to get the publishing house's target for this year, little girl. "

Wu Yan broke away from President Jin's hand: "I see, thank you...I'll go back and talk to the editor..."

"Oh," President Jin laughed, and put his arm on the back of the chair behind Wu Yan, "You little girl, you are so beautiful, why are you so single-minded? What's the use of you looking for an editor, little editor , How can I manage the matter of indicators." As he spoke, he turned around slowly, and put his other hand on Wu Yan's thigh!

Wu Yan stood up abruptly, her body swaying due to drunkenness: "I'll ask the editor, that's it... I have to go, I have to go to work tomorrow..."

"What's the rush?" President Jin stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, "It's only ten o'clock, Xiaoyan, let's..."

"Mr. Jin, she is really busy with work," Xu Yihan suddenly walked over, grabbed Wu Yan's arm, and pulled Wu Yan behind him forcefully, "I'll send her back, hey, the authors will have to wait for her to come early tomorrow morning." It’s a meeting, you can’t drink too much.”

Xiao Jia got up, and persuaded him jokingly: "Mr. Xu, it's still early. Besides, let's talk about business? Sit down, sit down, let's have two more drinks!"

Xu Yihan smiled and shook his head: "How about this, Xiao Jia, you drink with President Jin, and I'll take her home first—don't be polite to me, let them serve whatever you want to drink, ah." After finishing speaking Without waiting for Xiao Jia and President Jin to respond, she quickly dragged Wu Yan out of the private room.

Wu Yan staggered and followed Xu Yihan. Just as the two of them left the hotel, an Audi parked at the door suddenly started to drive towards them.With the window down, Manager Wu sat in the passenger seat and asked, "Xiaowu, do you need me to take you home?"

"Don't bother you," Xu Yihan said lightly, "I'll see her off."

"Mr. Xu, actually I still want to chat with Xiaowu. I am very interested in the movie she is serializing."

"She drank too much," Xu Yihan sighed, "I will give her a room at the hotel where the other authors are staying, and then I will leave—it is the hotel in front, see? Or if you are really worried, go there with the two of you also."

Wu Yan frowned, and said to Manager Wu: "Boss Xu and I have known each other for a long time...don't worry."

Manager Wu looked at Xu Yihan, then at Wu Yan, and finally sighed: "The girl is alone, and she is afraid of encountering such a thing. Mr. Xu, today I am meddling, don't mind."

Xu Yihan responded, "I know."

After Audi drove away, Xu Yihan let go of Wu Yan's hand and asked, "What did she say when you two added WeChat?"

"She typed on the screen and said, tell me not to drink, be careful, she is waiting for me downstairs."

Xu Yihan nodded: "This guy is not bad," then said angrily, "What kind of wine are you drinking? Didn't you see what the old man meant?"

Wu Yan was so drunk that she simply sat down on the side of the road.

"I can see that "The Story of Shadow Flowers" has not been published for three years, and he suddenly mentioned this matter...it was...very strange."

"It's strange that you still go up!" Xu Yihan said angrily, "It's okay now, not only you offended him, but also Weilan offended him, there will be more troubles in the future!"

In fact, Xu Yihan knew in his heart that his irritability was not all due to offending President Jin, but a larger part came from Wu Yan. Her silly and weak appearance on the wine table made him inevitably think of Deng Yuan.

"I know him, and I have no good intentions," Wu Yan lowered her head, resting her forehead on her knees, "but what if he can really help me publish "Shadow Flowers"?"

"If he can help you publish, you will sleep with him?!"

"Mr. Xu," Wu Yan smiled sullenly. Xu Yihan couldn't see her expression, but felt that her laughter was a bit sad, "To be honest, I wouldn't sleep with him, but if it can be published, let him It’s okay to take advantage of it.”

Xu Yihan: "..."

"That story, I conceived it for half a year, wrote it for half a year, and added up to a whole year... Oh, of course, I understand, in the eyes of you big shots, my year is nothing, and hundreds of thousands of words are nothing , who told me not to be popular?" Wu Yan murmured, "But it is different to me, it is my painstaking effort, and I know how every word of it came from... The contract was also signed, Am I willing to accept that I can’t publish it because of the subject matter? I’m sure not.”

"You are writing about sensitive subjects, who do you blame?" Xu Yihan said indifferently, "Are you complaining about the system? But what is the use of complaining about the system? This is not something you can change."

"Yes, it's useless for me to blame anyone. This story has already been written like this, and it really can't be published." Wu Yan hiccupped and said vaguely, "But I won't be reconciled, oh, you think 'not reconciled' "It's meaningless, right? You only look at the reality, you only look at the results, you don't care whether we are willing or not... Just like Deng Yuan, you also think that those things he did are useless, don't you? You don't care about him I don't care what he thinks, because what he did can't change anything, so it's meaningless..."

Xu Yihan interrupted Wu Yan violently: "Stop talking, get up, and I'll take you to the hotel." He has already started to regret, why should he reason with a drunk female author?It's impossible to say, and it doesn't make sense.

Wu Yan sat still: "I have known Deng Yuan and the others...for four years...sometimes I feel that what I do is the same as what they do, writing, showing love...we do these things, and It didn't make us rich, become famous, or even keep giving us pain..."

Xu Yihan's patience was completely exhausted: "Are you going? If you don't, I'm going. You can just sit here." Without waiting for Wu Yan, she walked forward alone.

"Mr. Xu, you, do you want to know?" Wu Yan asked slowly behind Xu Yihan, "Why is Deng Yuan with you?"

Xu Yihan's footsteps stopped, his heart seemed to tremble in his chest, and he asked calmly, "Why?"

"Because..." Wu Yan's voice was very low, so low that it was almost covered by the sound of cars driving on the road.

"He hasn't seen his family for many, many years."