"But, president, she..."

Ding Fenfen was holding a stack of drawings in his hand, "Although I, Ding Fenfen, had been doing things perfunctorily before, I, Ding Fenfen, had to be serious, and I, Ding Fenfen, were not convinced."

Wang Rui raised his eyebrows, took the drawings from Ding Fenfen's hand, and looked around. Although Ding Fenfen was a part-time illustrator in "New Reader", he was able to work for two years, which was enough to show that he still had two tricks. However, after seeing Zhong Yue's hand yesterday, he suddenly felt that there was something beyond the sky.

"How about it, President Wang?"

"Well...If the quality of each issue can be as high as the submitter this time, then I don't have to consider recruiting people."

The colleagues in the magazines around him felt something was wrong when they heard Wang Rui’s words. What does this mean? Why did they feel like they leaned towards Ding Fenfen as they said this?

"Can I understand what the president said, or do I mean to hire me?"

Wang Rui rubbed his hands with a smile, "I heard you are still working part-time in Digest?"

"That's all old calendars. Now, if the president hires me, he will immediately be full-time."

Liu Ping pushed her glasses, "President, this is not good, so I recruited Teacher Qiu in..."

"You can hire you, after all, you are considered a veteran of the magazine. But I don't know whether to hire you or not." Wang Rui said with a smile.

"Then who has the final say? Sister Liu?"

"No, the editor-in-chief of the arts has the final say."

Ding Fenfen was stunned, "You ask a new one to ride on my head? Come on, let this teacher Qiu come out and take two steps. If it weren't for the kind of person who was seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old in a wheelchair, I will be the first to be dissatisfied with me, Ding Fenfen!"

"Then, can I understand that you are unwilling to be hired by our company?"

"President Wang, "Director" originally had to be a half-monthly magazine. I have a deep relationship with "New Reader" and want to work here for full-time work. You are pushing me to your opponent in this way."

Wang Rui chuckled, "There is no saying that the magazine runs the enemy is not the opponent. Since you think it is not possible, then forget it, please."

"I will make you regret it!"

"There is no regret or not. We just want to make the magazine better, there is only one point."

Ding Fenfen picked up the drawing and left.

Wang Rui looked at Ding Fenfen who turned and left, and chuckled, "I'm still talking about feelings, and the fence-bearing man fell back and forth!"

Zhong Yue had nothing to do, so he flipped through the book. He said he was reading it, but in fact he was using ink to moisten his skin. Last night, Zhong Yue shed a layer of wrinkled old skin like a snake shedding his skin, including the skin on his face, which was much worse than when he had not been burned before. It would probably take about three months to fully recover.

After this painful lesson, Zhong Yue would never have entered the system with his body so recklessly. If it weren't for Xu Wei, he would not have done so. However, with the recovery of such a thirty-four-hour recovery, the meridians became even tougher. Zhong Yue felt that even if the Po Mo Pian was running for 24 hours a day, there would be no problem.

But his voice still cannot speak.

Is there anyone in the magazine? In addition to the author's manuscript, the editor will also go out to make an appointment for manuscripts. Of course, Zhong Yue is responsible for illustration like this, so there is no need to do this.

...

...

At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Lele moved a handful and sat next to Zhong Yue.

"Teacher Qiu..."

As soon as Zhong Yue picked up the post-it note, Zhao Lele said, "No, Teacher Qiu, just listen to me. I am responsible for the layout. This is the first edition. Are you satisfied with the full layout design of the illustrations and covers?"

Zhong Yue looked through a few pages and then returned to the cover. He looked at it very good, very literary. He was very satisfied with the position and size of several of the illustrations after posting them with post-its.

"Not bad, quite satisfied."

Zhao Lele pursed her lips and thought to herself that this painting was painted by Teacher Qiu Shan, and there are so many suggestions for revisions to be revised in size and size. This is quite satisfactory. However, after she returned to the computer and made the revisions, she really improved a lot. When she was busy until she was about to get off work, Zhao Lele handed the revised magazine to Zhong Yue, "What do you think about this time? If you pass, I will give it to the editor-in-chief for review."

Zhong Yue looked through it, nodded, and gave it to Zhao Lele.

"Do you think it's OK?"

Zhong Yue nodded.

Zhao Lele held the manuscript and smiled, "Then I'll take it to Sister Liu."

Zhong Yue looked at Zhao Lele who ran to Liu Ping's office happily, and thought that living a simple life was also good.

Zhong Yue has not painted a single stroke today, but he has more insights into the paintings he drew yesterday.

Zhao Lele came out soon. Because she was about to get off work, Liu Ping did not make the decision directly. Maybe she was doing things carefully and the final draft was placed tomorrow, so the two came out together.

"Today we'll go out for a meal together to celebrate the upcoming publication of "New Readers". By the way, we'll celebrate Teacher Qiu Shan's joining our magazine."

"Okay! The editor-in-chief treats you!"

Liu Ping pushed her glasses and joked: "Editor-in-Chief Qiu is promoted. Isn't it Teacher Qiu treating her? Haha."

Everyone around was cheering, "Yes, yes, Teacher Qiu treats you."

"Okay, let's not make trouble. I'll treat you. Teacher Qiu is just here, so we should do our best to be a landlord. We will clean up and let's go out together later."

Zhong Yue wrote a note and signaled: "I'll treat you after getting the salary."

"No, Teacher Qiu and Sister Liu are having fun."

Zhong Yue looked at the happy family atmosphere in the magazine. He hadn't felt it for a long time since he graduated from high school.

After working together for a day, Zhao Lele also became familiar with Zhong Yue. While getting off work, he said, "Teacher Qiu, isn't it really hot for you to wrap this tightly? You will definitely sweat when you go out later."

Zhong Yue picked up a post-it notes and said, "The burn is very serious, I'm afraid it will scare you."

Zhao Lele blinked his big eyes, "Can you show me? It's okay, I'm not afraid."

Zhong Yue looked at Zhao Lele's sincere eyes and pulled the gauze collar high to train it, revealing the lower half of his face. Although it had recovered a little, it still wrinkled like an old man.

Zhao Lele lowered her head slightly and saw clearly that Zhong Yue's entire face was burned so badly that she could still survive with strength. If it were her, she would probably not dare to come out to see anyone. However, from the edges and eyes, she could still see a little tough handsomeness.

"Teacher Qiu, you must be very handsome when you were young."

Zhong Yue gulped his old blood and almost spurted it out.
Chapter completed!