those things in the editorial department

Wu Chunjun's seat was by the window.

When he looked up, he could see the Bailan tree outside the window in full bloom.

It's graduation season again.

Lao Qian, director of the administrative office, led the people around, and finally stopped in front of Wu Chunjun.

"This is Xiao Wu from the same department as you, so you should learn from him first." Pointing to the empty seat opposite, "You can sit here." Turning around, he said to Wu Chunjun, "Xiao Wu, I'll leave it to you." Ha." After saying that, he waved his hand and left.

Although he knew that there was a newcomer coming today, the introduction was too hasty, old Qian, you are sabotaging your work!

Wu Chunjun looked up at him, with a delicate and fair face, a student look.A few days ago, when HR was printing out his job application resume, he happened to see it and took a few glances. This person is a fresh graduate with a master’s degree, but his face is too deceptive. Now that he is wearing casual clothes, he looks even more immature than the one in the photo. One year older than him, but compared to the hatchback, it looks younger than him.

"Hi, I'm my new colleague Lu Minghong, Lu from the land, Minghong from the chirping geese, please give me your advice."

The voice is quite nice, coupled with such a smiling face, three words slowly rose in Wu Chunjun's mind - silly, white and sweet.

The flowers of the motherland are finally going out of the greenhouse to accept the tempering of the society, and the first stick will be handed over to him.Humph.Wu Chunjun whipped the whip in his heart, with a smile on his face. "Hello, I'm Wu Chunjun. You sit down first, and I'll get you some necessary information."

In fact, the materials had been prepared long ago, and he recruited this person after three urgings.There are four offices in the editorial department. They mainly work on collaborative books. There are only two of them. A month ago, the "old friend" even changed jobs. As a result, he has accumulated a lot of manuscripts. The pressure is huge, and his endocrine system is almost out of balance. , I had no choice but to urge personnel to quickly recruit people.

Wu Chunjun took out a stack of documents from the drawer, handed it over, and was going to call him "Xiao Lu" according to the company's method of addressing him, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was inappropriate. After all, he had eaten rice for a year longer than him, so he blurted out and called him "Little Lu". "Lu Minghong, read these first, then tell me after reading, and you can ask me if you have any questions."

"Okay, senior brother." Lu Minghong took it.

Wu Chunjun paused, "It's strange to call 'senior brother', it's not called that in the workplace, everyone is a colleague, you can just call me by my name." After a pause, he continued, "And... I'm actually one year younger than you. "

"Really, no wonder you look so tender."

Hey, you look more tender, don't you?

Lu Minghong pondered slightly, "Director Qian said that there are only two of us in the fourth editorial room, and now I have to learn from you. You are a senior, why don't I call you 'boss'?"

"……what ever."

Suddenly, Wu Chunjun felt two warm gazes from the front left, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of green wolf eyes and that iconic faint smile.That Lushen guy must have made up a lot of bloody plots in his brain.The senior rotten girl couldn't be provoked, Wu Chunjun shrank his shoulders, and continued to bury his head in the manuscript.

This silly Mr. Baitian still doesn't know anything, so he carefully read the information in his hand. "Usage of National Standard Punctuation Marks of the People's Republic of China", "Proofreading Symbols and Their Usage Specifications", "Key Points for Reviewing Manuscripts of Suicheng Publishing Co., Ltd.", "Book Composition and Specification Requirements", "Chinese Library Book Classification List", "Modern Chinese Dictionary" Preferred Word Collection", "Xinhua News Agency Announces Banned Words and Standard Terms"...

The whole morning passed so quietly, except for the visit of Lao Qian's assistant Xiao Dong, nothing else happened.Xiao Dong came here to give the newcomers a meal card. The second floor is the canteen of this office building, providing breakfast and lunch.The company will charge 300 yuan to their card every month, and the money is left to others, and they have to pay for it themselves after the payment.Of course, if you are tired of eating, you can go to the nearby small restaurants for a change.

"Oh, I'm starving to death." Before twelve o'clock, Liu Chengying, the editor of the third office, stood up and stretched first, "Hurry up, wait a minute, there will be a long queue again."

Cheng Xifeng, who was sitting across from him, also stopped writing, and smiled, "Brother Liu, pay attention to the influence, there are newcomers here, don't teach them badly."

"It's up to you to pretend, how long you can pretend, and you won't return to your original shape within two days." While talking, he leaned his elbow on Wu Chunjun's shoulder and said to Lu Minghong, "Xiao Lu, let's go, brothers take You go down for food."

Lu Minghong smiled, "Thank you Brother Liu."

"Hey, I can talk."

"Can you go?" While speaking, the staff from the first and second editorial rooms were all ready to leave.

"Let's go, let's go, we will finally be together again in twelve days." Everyone got up and walked to the elevator.

"Xiao Lu, how do you feel after reading the materials all morning?" The person who asked the question was a middle-aged woman who looked a little older in this group, but her demeanor was very gentle, even a little green.Lu Minghong couldn't remember her name. He had been introduced to too many people in the morning, so he only remembered that she was from the second office of the editor.

"I feel like there are a lot of things I need to know. I never thought about making a book so complicated before." Lu Minghong said honestly.

Seeing what he said, as the guide, Wu Chunjun took up the conversation, "The water in each row is deep. It is normal to feel complicated at the beginning, and you can get used to it slowly. You can remember too many things at once. Can’t stop, first read the two copies of proofreading marks and review points. I will give you this manuscript in the afternoon, and you learn as you go. Take this note down at any time."

"Oh, it's really different to have a little apprentice. Teacher Xiao Wu is so kind." Brother Liu started to act like a demon there again.

"Master and apprentice CP...not bad..." Lu Luchen muttered to himself with sparkling eyes.

Wu Chunjun rolled his eyes and pointed at Liu Chengying with his thumb, "This is an old fritter in our office. He has been in the company for 8 years. You can ask him anytime you have any questions."

"Speaking of old fried dough sticks is too hurtful. I am obviously still young, 18 years old."

Cheng Xifeng pretended to be vomiting, "Do you want us to die of nausea so that we can save food for the country?"

"Bitch is hypocritical." Chen Jiayao satirized calmly and seriously.

Lu Minghong smiled brightly, "Brother Liu is in full bloom and youth."

"Old and strong." A few words popped out of Du Junshan's mouth.

Lin Linglong interjected: "There is still time for the dog leash to stay young forever, Brother Liu, you deserve it."

"Hey, let me tell you all of you," Liu Chengying put his hands on his hips, "Is it because of the overtime work recently that the group has been blackened, or is your name written on the death note? The whole thing smells like death." He smiled maliciously again , "Young man, don't be so fragile, you have to add another month."

In an instant, four sharp gazes pierced his face, and Brother Liu hurriedly begged for mercy.

Talking and laughing, playing and fighting, finally finished a meal, went back to the office, digested, and it was time to take a nap for the afternoon.

At this time, Lu Minghong had the opportunity to take a closer look at the office.This room of the editorial department is the largest in the whole company. 12 editors are crowded into this room. The one-meter-high bookshelves are slightly separated.Although the room is faintly divided into four parts, anyone who speaks louder can basically be heard, and it is clear at a glance when you stand up and look inside the room.

The bookshelves were full of books and manuscripts, and everyone's desks were piled with manuscripts, except for him, the newcomer.

Lu Minghong looked around, recalling the introduction Lao Qian gave him.Behind it is the editing room. There are four editors, mainly teaching assistants. Each of them has one or two textbooks on their desks.At the rear right is the second editorial room. There are three editors who work on children's books. There is a stack of children's books piled up on the table, which may be for reference.On the right of him is the third editorial room, and there are also three editors, who have written books in various fields.In the end, Lu Minghong turned back and looked at the person opposite, um, the fourth editorial office where he was located, plus his two editors in total, was really sparsely populated.

The fourth editorial office is for cooperation books. He asked carefully just now, that is, to cooperate with private companies to publish books. To put it simply, private companies want to publish books through them, because private companies are not eligible to apply for a book number, so they must Cooperate with a qualified publishing house, and the publishing house will go through the entire publishing process.Their projects are brought in by the leaders, and they will make books for whatever projects the leaders bring in, so it is also omnidirectional.

Lu Minghong carefully looked at the books on the bookshelf behind him. They were all books published by their company. They were sorted by subject, including social sciences, tourism, workplace inspiration, business management, academic works, news report compilations, government publicity, and life. Books, and even online novels and comics.

Lu Minghong took out a book casually, on the cover there were two boys drawn, one was elegant with glasses, and eight shadows of different shapes extended from the feet of the other.

A female colleague from the second editorial office walked by and looked at him with piercing eyes, "I will get this book as soon as I draw it, the boy has a bright future!"

Hearing this, Wu Chunjun raised his head and took a look, then silently walked away with his forehead.

...?

In the afternoon, Wu Chunjun handed over a manuscript, "This was reviewed by my previous colleagues, you can see what other people have corrected, and find out how you feel." Then he handed over another manuscript, "After reading this, try Check it out."

I just put my eyes on my manuscript, and then raised my head to remind: "Of course, some issues are different. You don't have to agree with the revisions in it. You may feel that you need to change some things that have not been revised. Your own Opinions can be kept if they are justified.”

"Okay, boss."

The newcomer on the opposite side has quickly entered the state of learning. It is true that he has not yet left the campus, and his learning attitude is good.

It's only the beginning of May, strictly speaking, Lu Minghong hasn't graduated yet, and he won't really graduate until the graduation ceremony is held next month.He also said during the lunch chat that he is still living in the school dormitory.Fortunately, the transportation in Guangzhou is convenient, and commuting to and from get off work does not take more than an hour.Even if it takes more than an hour, it's not a problem. It's not uncommon for people to work across cities.

Wu Chunjun saw that he was studying well, so he bowed his head and went about his own business. He had too many manuscripts on hand.

I dealt with the tail of this book in my hand, packed it together with the previous one and sent it out, checked another red book, drank water twice with a cup in the middle, went to the toilet once, and communicated with customers on QQ A few questions, occasionally looking up to observe the newcomer's situation, listening to colleagues' complaints about the manuscript, and the afternoon passed so peacefully.

When he was about to get off work, Wu Chunjun walked over and stood next to Lu Minghong to look through the manuscripts he had reviewed, "The typesetters should make revisions according to the editor's instructions, so the proofreading symbols must be correct, the meaning should be concise and clear, and it is best not to revise between the lines. , lead a line out to write in the blank space, the characters should not be too big or too small, the lines should not cross, it is convenient for people and comfortable to look at. You have done a good job, do you have any questions?"

"Thank you, Boss, I have a few questions." He took the notebook at hand, and Wu Chunjun saw that there were many words written on it, neatly organized into different categories, some of which were proofreading norms, some of which were precautions, and the questions were listed as follows: 12345.The words "Xueba Notes" slowly rose in Wu Chunjun's mind. (Xueba Note: Dear, do you intend to speak for us?)

Lu Minghong didn't know that the skills he had cultivated in his nearly 20 years of study had won his boss's admiration. He just raised his head and saw Wu Chunjun was busy when he had a question. He didn't want to disturb him, so he decided to ask the questions together.

Xueba always gives people a sense of peace of mind. Wu Chunjun feels that I am very relieved. He can also hand over the manuscript to him as soon as the newcomer gets started quickly. He doesn't want to be urged to death by clients anymore.With this feeling of gratitude, he began to seriously look at the questions listed by Lu Minghong.

Lu Minghong said while flipping through the manuscript for him to read, "The words of Lu Xun are quoted here, which are indeed in Lu Xun's works, but he translated a foreign writer's words, so do we need to specify the situation?"

Wu Chunjun read that sentence and said, "It's best to point out that it was borrowed by Lu Xun's translator. Also, there is a part omitted in the middle of this sentence, and an ellipsis needs to be added here."

"Okay. The second one," Lu Minghong turned the page, "The key points of the review say that the titles of the same level have the same format. This 1. has no punctuation after it, and it is on a single line, but there is a 1. followed by a long paragraph. This Do you want to change it?"

"It's changed. You can change the one in a single line to a higher-level serial number, or change the one in a long section to a lower-level serial number."

"1. After this level, can I skip the parentheses (1) and directly use the circle number ①?" As if suddenly thinking of it, Lu Minghong made a few extra strokes after the question in his notebook.

"no problem."

It was time to get off work, and everyone else began to pack up gradually.

"Get off work ~ go home ~"

"Let's go first, the subway will be crowded if it's slow." Zheng Huamiao disappeared in a flash.

"Sister Miao, this is a [-]-meter sprint."

"Mondays and Fridays are always scary on the subway."

Long Yaya shook his head, "On the subway in rush hour in Guangzhou and the cultivation of female men."

Brother Liu yelled before leaving: "Are you still working overtime in the first room?"

After two seconds of silence, there were four "plus~" sounds, one of anger, one of mourning, one of weakness, and one of yin and yang.

Wu Chunjun probed to the third room of the editor, and suddenly felt sympathetic.