That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Chapter 37

Provincial Capital, Dahe Publishing House.

Deputy editor-in-chief Lu Dahe rushed to the office. He made himself a cup of tea and moistened his throat comfortably before picking up the latest newspaper and reading it.

Spending half a day every day drinking tea and reading newspapers is Lu Dahe's unshakable habit, and many people secretly criticize it.

But Lu Dahe never cared about these gossips. Now that he was beneath one person and above everyone else, should he care about the gossips of those below him?

Moreover, Lu Dahe believed that studying newspapers was his most important job.

In the changing times, the seemingly inconspicuous words in newspapers may be the thunder before the rainstorm. A group of deaf and blind people can't hear or see. Didn't they just take advantage of him, Lu Dahe?

"Bang bang bang~"

The annoying knock on the door disturbed Lu Dahe who was reading the newspaper.

Lu Dahe frowned and looked up at the clock on the wall.

It's only [-]:[-], which blind guy came to cause trouble?I wonder if he, Lu Dahe, doesn’t like to be disturbed at this time?

As for the only president in the publishing house who can disturb Lu Dahe at will, he never knocks on the door. When an internal call is made, Lu Dahe has to rush over and wait for him.

"Come in."

The door opened and a young man wearing glasses walked in.

Lu Dahe glanced at the visitor, took a sip of tea, and continued to read the newspaper with gusto, as if he didn't even notice that there was an extra person in the office.

The young man was very embarrassed. He blushed and held it in for a few seconds before saying, "Hello, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Lu, I'm here to ask about the novel "Latent" and what to do next."

Lu Dahe raised his eyelids, glanced at the young man from above the newspaper, and said slowly: "How to deal with it, the society will study and decide, what are the young people doing in such a hurry?
Those in our field must not be in a hurry and must take good care of the readers."

The young man stood there and listened to Lu Dahe's teachings for three full minutes. Then he took advantage of Lu Dahe's drinking water and interrupted: "But Deputy Editor-in-Chief Lu, we have received submissions for several days, and we have to give them to others." A reply?"

Lu Dahe put down the newspaper and stared at the young man coldly: "Gengzhi, how many years have you been in the club?"

The young man named Geng Zhi was stunned for a moment and said, "It's been three years, editor-in-chief."

Lu Dahe raised his voice and scolded: "Then do you think you are now qualified to guide me on how to work?"

Geng Zhi suddenly panicked and said, "No, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Lu, I didn't mean that."

"That's enough," Lu Dahe waved his hand seriously, as if to shoo away flies: "Get out! Do your job well, and don't interfere with other colleagues, let alone contact the author privately in violation of discipline."

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Geng Zhi left the editor-in-chief's office feeling very angry. He really didn't understand what he did wrong and offended his immediate boss.

Last week, the publishing house received a novel submission and it fell into the hands of the editor in charge, Geng Zhi.

The editor-in-charge is the editor who is in direct contact with the author. He reads the manuscript every day, determines whether it is worthy of publication, and then reports to the superior to decide the final fate of the manuscript.

After Geng Zhi opened this submission titled "Latent", he was immediately shocked and gave it the highest rating.

And it was not only Geng Zhi who gave the highest evaluation, but colleagues also unanimously praised it after reviewing each other.

But surprisingly, after this manuscript was submitted, there was strangely no news.

Several mature and prudent colleagues said that the subject matter of this novel is too sensitive. Although it is very beautiful and brilliant, it may not be allowed to be published.

But "Insidious" is really great. How could I, who has not achieved anything for a long time, be willing to give up?

Today Geng Zhi couldn't hold it in any longer, so he entered deputy editor Lu's office at an inappropriate time and received a scolding.

Geng Zhi returned to his desk and sat down. He was in a daze for a long time and didn't come back to his senses.

"Hey, little Geng, little Geng?"

The eldest sister who was sitting across the table from Geng Zhi suddenly greeted Geng Zhi in a low voice.

Geng Zhi woke up in shock and hurriedly said: "Sister Xu, what's wrong?"

Sister Xu whispered: "Did you go to Deputy Editor Lu and ask about the "Latent" book?"

Geng Zhi said strangely: "Yes! Sister Xu, how do you know?"

"I can tell just by looking at you," Sister Xu said mysteriously, "Listen to my words, give up!"

"What? Give up?" Geng Zhi said in shock and urgency: "Sister Xu, you have also read that novel. It would be a pity if you give up."

"Keep your voice down," Sister Xu looked around and then said to Geng Zhi: "I want you to give up, not the company."

Geng Zhi felt a little stupid and asked in confusion: "Sister Xu, what do you mean? Can you explain it more clearly?"

Sister Xu pointed to the next door, lowered her voice and said: "According to reliable information, Xiao Feng next door has been in contact with the Seven Inch Blade." "What?"

"Why?"

Gengzhi suddenly stood up and looked at Sister Xu in disbelief. The fire that he had tried to suppress in his stomach burst out from his mouth, nose and seven orifices.

"Why? Why don't you know, Xiao Geng?

Just because Xiao Feng is a college student, just because Xiao Feng is handsome, the girl from the editor-in-chief’s family, oh, little Geng, what are you doing?”

Before Sister Xu could finish her words, Gengzhi rushed to the office next door angrily.

A man in black sitting in the corner put down his teacup and complained to Sister Xu: "Old Xu, don't make trouble! It's not good for everyone if you make a joke."

Sister Xu glanced at the other party and said: "Huh, why didn't you stop Xiao Geng? Besides, I don't believe you can get used to that Feng Bo who has five people and six people all day long?"

The man in black laughed and said, "Haha, I'm almost retired, what else can I dislike?"

Sister Xu looked at the other party with disdain: "Hey, you are the most treacherous in the whole office."

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Geng Zhi rushed into the office next door, alerting three colleagues inside.

Two of the colleagues immediately lowered their heads and pretended not to see Geng Zhi.

But Feng, who was sitting in the middle, raised his eyelids and looked at Geng Zhi, and said coldly: "Is something wrong?"

Geng Zhi didn't hesitate and asked directly: "Have you contacted that Seven Inch Blade?"

Feng Bo said displeasedly: "You should ask the editor-in-chief this question, not me."

Geng Zhi said angrily: "I just want to ask you, do you understand the rules? It's obviously my manuscript, but you insist on grabbing it?"

The rules Geng Zhi mentioned are actually some underlying rules in the society. Whoever receives the manuscript first belongs to him. Even if it is arranged by the above, you should refuse it.

But Feng Bo obviously didn't care about the rules. He picked up all the vegetables in the bowl, and whoever put his mouth out first would eat first.

"If you have the ability, go ask the editor-in-chief. If you don't have the ability, go out."

"Can you say it again if you have the ability?"

"Say it eight more times."

"Jingle bell~"

Just as the two of them were about to make a scene, the phone in the office rang.

Feng Bo immediately answered the phone, adjusted his tone, and said kindly: "Hello, Dahe Publishing House."

"Yes, I am Feng Bo. Seven-inch Blade? You are Li Ye, right?"

Geng Zhi suddenly became anxious and reached out to grab Feng Bo's phone.

But Feng Bo looked at Geng Zhi sternly and stretched out his hand to make a "shh" gesture.

Geng Zhi gritted his teeth and stopped his movements abruptly.

Internal conflicts should not be laughed at by outsiders.

Feng Bo smiled proudly and said to the phone: "Yes, our opinion is that you take the remaining manuscripts and make a decision on whether to publish them after our analysis and study."

"Why? Don't you know there's something wrong with your own manuscript? Bring over the entire manuscript and we'll send a professional editor to help you correct it."

"You don't have time to come over? Why don't you have time to come over?"

Unknowingly, Feng Bo's tone had changed, from being friendly and friendly at the beginning to becoming domineering.

"What did you say? You have to prepare for a test, what test? Are you really a high school student?"

Feng Bo's voice suddenly rose, and the last words were almost shouted.

On the other end of the phone at the Qingshui County Post Office, Li Ye was also very speechless.

[Didn’t I say that editors in this era are very enthusiastic and enthusiastic? 】

[Didn’t I say that editors in this era are very kind and open-minded? 】

[But listening to the voice on the other side, this person is not very old!Why are you so old-fashioned and so arrogant? 】

(End of this chapter)