Chapter 57 Dumpling upgrade and evolution

When Jian Dumpling pushed away the editorial office building, there was a depressing hustle and bustle inside, no one dared to make a loud noise, and they were all immersed in their work.

She sat down in her seat to turn on the phone, and whispered to the editor next door, “Why don’t you all talk?”

“There was a female editor who laughed just now and was trained by Editor Sun to cry.” The editor whispered with concern, “Don’t hit him at this juncture, Editor Sun seems to be one of the major shareholders of Nii. What. Bamboo God is too cruel, he doesn’t remember the old feelings at all, this is a dead hand.”

Fried dumplings pouted, thinking, what old love? Others don’t know. As the editor in charge of Bamboo Bush, she is very clear about the grievances and grievances between Bamboo Bush and the nib over the years. I transferred Bamboo Congsheng to her, a new editor who needed resources but no resources, and needed experience and no experience.

“If you want me to say, this is not called a dead hand. If you really want your life, you will not send a lawyer’s letter to notify in advance, and the trial and sentence will take a long time. There is such a long buffer period. It can be turned around, but even if the sentence is really severe, it will not necessarily fall.” Jian Dumpling said.

“Even if it doesn’t fall, it’s still crippled. Among the authors who should have sent contract renewals today, half of them said that something was wrong and should be slowed down… Those small literature websites are all happy to die, and they are probably signing madly at this moment. What about our runaway author.” The dominance of the nib family was destined to be broken, and the editor shook his head, “Did you see the author’s welfare that Hongye released yesterday? Ye Ziming is really rich, so much is given to ordinary authors. Money, I don’t know if the editor’s salary is also…”

When he said this, his voice was low, and he didn’t mention it in a vague way, and Jian Dumpling nodded to him clearly: “Anyway, make plans early.”

“Little Wang!” Editor-in-chief Sun shouted at the door of his office, with a gloomy face, “Are you stuck here again today? Why don’t you come in quickly!”

The editor at the next table gave her a helpless look, and Jian Diao knew that most of the time, she wanted to explain her handling of the follow-up to the termination of the contract by Bamboo Congee, so she quickly got up and went over.

No one was surprised. After all, she was the editor in charge of Bamboo Congsheng. After ten minutes, the quarrel in the office became louder and louder, and the soundproof panels couldn’t cover it, causing everyone to look at each other in dismay. After a while, the young girl pushed out the door with red eyes, hurried back to her seat, grabbed her bag, and walked straight out the door.

“Pay her salary, and do it now!” Editor-in-chief Sun chased after her from the office, still scolding behind her in frustration, “The company is going to be killed by someone, but you are helping those two sluts! Our website can’t afford something like you! Explain the personnel and write to me clearly why she was fired. I see which website dares to use her…”

She quickly went downstairs and squatted on the first floor of the pen tip headquarters, where no one was on the floor, wiped her tears, took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Zhu Congsheng, explaining the termination of the contract that editor Sun just said. Follow-up.

If she doesn’t finish the job and wait for the next editor to take over, she doesn’t know how long it will be delayed. Jian Dumpling conveyed all the things that editor Sun had explained before arguing with her. After thinking about it, he typed again: “Bamboo God, I was fired just now. This account belongs to the company. I have changed my password. It has been a great pleasure working with you for a few years. Goodbye. In fact, Heguang Tongchen is my favorite author (sorry Bamboo God), please both of you must be well, and do your best in the future!”

She sent the message, and before she could reply, her account was forcibly logged out.

Jian Dumpling stared blankly at the phone for a while, then realized that everything was really over.

By chance, she has worked with the top supreme gods in this professional circle for several years. Now that Bamboo Congsheng has broken through the barriers and went to a higher space, her career has ended because of her high spirits.

She has no regrets, and if she chooses again, she will still speak up when editor-in-chief Sun insults Heguang, Tongchen and Zhucengsheng, but… Editor-in-chief Sun is so shrewd and scornful as to retaliate. I offended him in person today. It’s hard to find a job as a web editor anymore.

…It’s really a pity, I thought to myself. How she loves words! It is precisely because of love that I cannot bear to listen to slanderous words that confuse right and wrong, and I would rather not work than lose my heart.

She rubbed her face, took a deep breath, and found a bathroom on the first floor to fix her eye makeup—since she was leaving, she had to leave this place with her head held high!

Just after I finished my makeup, my phone vibrated. I picked up the fried dumplings and looked at them, and they almost didn’t fall. Caller ID: Bamboo overgrown.

When Zhu Congsheng just returned to China, he exchanged mobile phone numbers with her for emergency use. She almost forgot about it, and hurriedly picked it up: “Zhu… Bamboo God? What’s wrong, is there any problem with the termination of the contract? ”

“Hey, Jian Dumpling editor.” A young and energetic male voice said, “Bamboo God asked me to call and ask you, have you found your next home?”

“Eh? I… I was fired and I didn’t leave.” She looked at the caller ID again in confusion. She asked, “Who are you?”

The man on the other end of the phone burst out laughing, “I am your ‘favorite author’ even if you’re sorry Bamboo God.”

Jian Dumpling exclaimed and covered his heart, for a while he didn’t know which of the two things “Heguang Tongchen called her personally” or “the bamboo-grown mobile phone was in Heguang Tongchen’s hands early in the morning” was more exciting.

“Speaking of business…you haven’t found a home yet, that’s great.” The voice on the phone said solemnly, “Bamboo God and I are lacking an editor and assistant who is familiar with the work of the two of us. We want to I want to ask you, are you willing to join us?”

Editor-in-chief Sun chased away the young editor who dared to say “it was the nib’s fault” in front of his face. The editorial department was silent, and finally, when Editor-in-chief Sun finished his rants and lectures, he heard a burst of aggression. The high-heeled shoes hit the marble tiles with a “tuk-tuk” sound from far to near, the door was slammed open, and the editors looked up and saw that it was actually fried dumplings that went back and forth.

Ignoring everyone’s astonished gazes, Jian Dumpling went straight through the editorial department, and slammed the door of Editor-in-Chief Sun’s office a few times unceremoniously.

Editor-in-chief Sun roared inside: “Who?! Knocking on the door so loudly, is it scolding—”

The fried dumplings pushed the door in and didn’t close the door, which attracted people outside to peep at her neck – I saw a stack of money in her hand slapped on Editor Sun’s table, and nodded: “Editor Sun, my new boss told me. , they poached me today. I resigned by myself, not by you. The personnel department settled according to the dismissal, and settled my salary for two more months. It’s all here, can you please?”

Editor-in-chief Sun never thought that such a thing would happen. He was so angry that he was so angry that when this building was about to collapse, he didn’t even bother to pretend to be the most basic self-restraint. He yelled a few swear words at the young girl and said: “What do you think you are! New boss, daydreaming? I guarantee you can’t get along in this industry, get out with your money!”

Jian Dumpling was not at all embarrassed, but instead laughed: “You are the one who can’t get along in this industry, right? Hey, Bamboo God is nostalgic and took me to his studio. He has a bright personality and not bad money with Guangtongchen. He gave me a double salary with a wave of his hand. The two-month salary of the nib is so little, I really don’t like it now. Thinking that my old employer is about to be accused of bankruptcy, I came back here specially to give you a drop in the bucket. Talking is better than nothing? Take it, anyway, you and the nib are only looking at money, otherwise how could you spoil your work, condone plagiarism, and get down to where you are today?”

She finished speaking in one breath, happily admiring Editor-in-Chief Sun, whose face was distorted. She ignored his scolding, turned her head high and stepped on her high heels and walked away.

“Don’t worry now?” Lu Lianguang handed the phone to Tang Tu to read the news, “She has already arrived at the studio.”

Tang Tu took it over and saw that the nickname of the account talking to Lu Lianguang was “Jian Dumpling King”, and knew that this was the new ID of Jian Dumpling.

“I asked her to change her ID and start working again. Who knew she said her surname was Wang…” Lu Lianguang said depressedly, and sent this account to Tang Chu as he spoke, “The editor of Sweet and Sour Studio is called Jian Dumpling King. , how does it sound like a roadside restaurant.”

Tang Tu didn’t think there was anything wrong. He still understood the character of his editor. When he heard that she was dismissed at this juncture, he guessed that he was inseparable. Now that the matter was settled, he leaned on Lu Lianguang relaxedly. I’m going to delete the old “Jianjiao” account of the nib.

Looking at the words “I like to be with Guang the most” in the last message I sent, I remembered that Lu Lianguang was joking with the little girl just now… Tang Tu suddenly felt quite uncomfortable, and shook Lu Lianguang. Light arm, attracting his attention.

“What’s wrong?” Lu Congguang immediately put down the phone and asked gently.

“I’m…” Tang Tu was a little embarrassed, feeling that he was eating the vinegar of an innocent little girl, but he was not reconciled, so he endured shame and whispered, “I am, she…she is not.”

Lu Lianguang was confused, “Who is he? What are you?”

“I, I am, I like the most… the person who is in the same dust as the light.”

Lu Lianguang looked at the blush on his white face because of the words, and his breathing suddenly became chaotic.

“Tang Tu, I wanted to stop for a few days, but you recruited me now,” he said in a deep voice.

“What? Wait, don’t, don’t take it off… How can it be, it’s daytime! Then at night… um…”