The editor-in-chief in suit sat in his seat, holding his hands on the table, tilting his head slightly to look at him, and the other editors stood on both sides, looking at him with incredible eyes.

Kuang Heng had a vague premonition in his heart, and he laughed forcefully and said, "Where are everyone here?"

No one answered, and a moment later, the editor-in-chief said lightly: "Editor Kuang, the hidden place is deep enough."

If an inadvertent sentence lightly unfolds the tricks and conspiracies behind the recent series of storms.

Kuang Heng looked puzzled and said, "Hide? What does the editor-in-chief mean?"

"Editor Kuang, I have told the editor-in-chief what you said last night." A crisp and pleasant voice came from behind, and I knew who the person was talking without looking back.

"You, you've been trapped." Mi Hu walked gently to Kuang Heng, with no joy in his face showing off the traitor at all. On the contrary, he was a little lonely and regretful.

When Mi Hu appeared, Kuang Heng had guessed the roughly what happened. Last night, he criticized Zhou Daoran for some stupid decisions on the phone and hinted that he would resign in the near future.

Kuang Heng shook his head and smiled, saying, "I'm careless, I'm cheated on you, a little girl."

Mihu lowered her head and said softly, "I'm sorry." After all, she was just a kind and pure little girl. This was the first time she had deceived people so ruthlessly.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. You're just doing it on orders." Kuang Heng was calm and his eyes were on Zhou Daoran, "Editor Zhou decided what to deal with me?"

Zhou Daoran looked at Kuang Heng and said, "You can still laugh. I really underestimated you before."

Kuang Heng said: "You are kind, I can laugh because I finally want to leave this useless place. Let me tell you the truth. Since the moment Beihetang left, I have made up my mind to leave, but I have been lucky enough to drag it to this day."

"Can you ask, who are you working for?"

Kuang Heng smiled proudly and said, "I will not work for anyone anymore, I am for myself."

"You yourself?" Zhou Daoran was surprised.

"Yes, myself, otherwise, how could I admit defeat so easily? I attacked you on the phone with Mihu, but nothing can be said. If you have no evidence, you can't do anything to me."

Zhou Daoran nodded and said, "You are right. Do you want to start your own business?"

"Yes, I want to start my own business. Only in this way can I put all my ideas into practice."

"What do you think, are you referring to the solutions you proposed to me before?"

Kuang Heng laughed quite lonely and said, "Yes, those plans, those plans that I have worked hard to figure out, I was thinking about when I was eating, when I walked, and before going to bed, but the result was that I didn't pass, I would never pass."

Zhou Daoran sighed and said, "Headline..."

Kuang Heng interrupted: "I understand that the magazine has been going downhill in recent years. The headquarters has plans to abandon children, so we let ourselves fend for ourselves. But as the leader of this magazine, do you dare to say that you have no responsibility?"

"Of course I have a responsibility," Zhou Daoran's tone became weaker, "but you should know how difficult it is to change such a magazine with a long history. I believe you should know it."

"The issue of courage, after all," Kuang Heng said incisively: "I understand what you mean. You are afraid that too radical changes will accelerate the demise of this magazine. We will all be unemployed early by then."

"This is one of them," Zhou Daoran adjusted his sitting posture and said: "If the magazine operates according to your plan, it may not be effective in three or two years. The company's tolerance for our magazine is not as long as that. The most important thing is that your plans are similar to castles in the air, which look beautiful and difficult to implement."

"If you have never done anything, you will retreat and will be destined to be impossible."

"Before doing things, you can't plan everything well, and you will inevitably be in a hurry."

Kuang Heng stopped debating and said, "It's useless to say more, you want to fire me or what?"

Zhou Daoran said: "You have made great contributions to the magazine. I don't want to pursue it more. You can resign yourself."

"Thank you." Kuang Heng pointed to his desk and signaled to pack up the table and leave.

Zhou Daoran said "Oh" and stood up, "There is something I'm very curious about. You have decided to leave. Why do you do these things? Speaking of which, it is actually not good for you. Your imaginary opponent should not be "The Great Jianghu".

"Two purposes, one is to provoke the battle between "The Great Jianghu" and "Ding Novels" and mess up the market. I took the opportunity to rise. Second," Kuang Heng glanced at Mihu and said, "The second is that I do want to take a few people away from here."

"Mihu?"

"Yes, she is the most awesome editor I have seen, and there is also an author in addition to her."

"Gu Yongsheng?" Mihu blurted out.

"Yes, Gu Yongsheng, according to the results of my observation, he will be the only young author who has the opportunity to challenge Xue Muliang and Han Shuo's best-selling overlord status. Three years, at most five years, he will have a place in the top three of the best-selling lists," Kuang Heng shook his head at this point, "But you can't keep him, just like Beihetang at the time, and I will keep my attention and pursuit of him."

"So, the criticism you made after seeing his manuscript at that time was also for this?"

"Yes, actually, the real reaction of my reading of those manuscripts is that this is really a genius work. If this author gives me guidance, Xue Muliang and Han Shuo will all be in the back."

"He doesn't need anyone to guide him," Mihu said softly: "He won't compete with them, if he wants to compete, no one can win him."

Kuang Heng smiled and said, "Let's wait and see."

"Don't dig authors from us, don't leak the internal secrets of the magazine, do a good job of handing over with Tang Nan and Qingyang, and then hope that your career will be successful. I sincerely wish you."

Zhou Daoran left this sentence and turned around and walked into his office. Another editor left, and he had to do personnel transfers and add another editor. Although Zhou Daoran was used to this series of problems, he still couldn't help but feel sad. Parting always made people feel this kind of emotion.

"While pressing up and walking down, who can understand the pressure of me as the editor-in-chief?" Zhou Daoran smiled bitterly and said to himself, and then wrote an email to the headquarters company.

The editor-in-chief of Kuang Heng is temporarily appointed by Tang Nan, and Qingyang is fully assisted. Due to Kuang Heng's departure, the editorial department of "The Great Rivers and Lakes" has been in a heavy atmosphere for several consecutive days. The only gratifying news is that the first 150,000 copies of the magazine were sold out, and 100,000 copies were needed. The editors of "The Great Rivers and Lakes" have really lost the word "The Great Rivers and Lakes".

The same long-lost weekend was also the late students. Liu Jingting was going to Mihu's house to get his hand this week and handed over the outline of "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains". As soon as the school bell rang on Friday, Liu Jingting packed everything and got up and left the classroom.

As a junior high school graduate, it is really unreasonable to show his desire for weekends so nakedly. However, given the strength he showed in the first test, his active attitude after school is definitely not because he doesn’t like to study, but because of the combination of work and rest.

At the school gate on weekends, there are more taxis than usual, and there is no need to speak. The driver is eager to come forward to solicit customers. Liu Jingting reported the address of the community where Mihu lives and chose the driver with the lowest asking price.

On the way to Mihu's house, Liu Jingting began to organize the outline of "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains". The so-called outline is to summarize the entire story and tell it to the editor Mihu.

Forty minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of a clean community. Liu Jingting paid to get off the bus, looked around and was about to go to the communication room to register, but he heard a familiar voice calling him: "Liu Jingting." He turned around and saw Mi Hu carrying a cloth bag.

"You just came back from the vegetable market?"

"No, don't come to help."

Liu Jingting felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if a husband came to pick up his wife who was buying vegetables.

"Today I'll make some of my specialties. Why are you here empty-handed? What's the outline?"

Liu Jingting pointed to his head and said, "Everything is here."

Mihu gave him a blank look and said, "Great and sensation."

The two of them talked all the way and arrived at Mihu's house. "The house is a little messy." Mihu said modestly, but Liu Jingting found no trace of chaos at all.

"I went to the kitchen to prepare supper, and the computer was on the sofa, and you honestly wrote the outline."

"As for orders, editing master."

Mi Hu smiled sweetly and turned into the kitchen.

Liu Jingting first looked around the layout of the house. The overall impression was clean, followed by random and natural. In short, the layout of this room was very consistent with his aesthetic taste.

"There is juice in the refrigerator, so you have to drink it and pour it yourself." Mihu's voice came from the kitchen.

"Okay."

Liu Jingting sat on the sofa, turned on the computer, and saw a line of words swaying back and forth on the screen: Not a world of martial arts!

Liu Jingting smiled slightly, clicked the mouse, and a word document suddenly jumped out. Liu Jingting smiled into laughter. After thinking for a moment, he began to type: Outline of "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains":

Time: Early Qing Dynasty

Main characters: Ling Weifeng, one of the "Seven Swords of Tianshan", "Tianshan Divine Gang", and the closed disciple of Zen Master Huiming.

Gui Zhongming, one of the "Seven Swords of Tianshan", was the son of Shi Tiancheng, and later became the founder of Wudang Northern Branch.

Mao Huanlian, one of the "Seven Swords of Tianshan Mountain", was the daughter of Mao Pijiang. Later, she married Gui Zhongming.

Yi Lanzhu, one of the "Seven Swords of Tianshan", the daughter of Yang Yuncong.

Zhang Huazhao, one of the "Seven Swords of Tianshan", was the son of Zhang Huangyan, and the third generation disciple of the Zhongnan Sect, and later was included in the Wudang Sect.

Wu Qiongyao, one of the "Seven Swords of Tianshan", is the daughter of Wu Yuanying, the closed disciple of the white-haired witch, and later married Li Siyong.

Hamaya, one of the "Seven Swords of the Tianshan Mountains", "Flying Red Turban", the leader of all ethnic groups in Xinjiang, and the white-haired witch.

Liu Yufang, "Yunjinjian", the daughter of Liu Jingyi, the new leader of the Tiandihui, and Ling Weifeng's childhood friend.

Nalan Rongruo, the son of Mingzhu, a famous poet,

Han Zhibang, the leader of the Tiandihui Association, later gave way to Liu Yufang.

...

Main plot: In the early Qing Dynasty, the seven swords of Tianshan led by Ling Weifeng and anti-Qing patriots fought against the tyranny of the Qing court and ran around in many ways. Later, the seven swords of Tianshan used Tianshan as their home and went down the mountain to make righteous heroes...

After writing this brief outline, Liu Jingting looked back and saw that the outline itself should be fine, but the problem is that Mi Hu may not understand it at all. In addition, Liu Jingting thought of another thing. "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountain" clearly mentioned the love history of the white-haired witch Lian Nishang and Wudang Zhuo Yihang, and his next book was also about to come out:

Legend of the White-Haired Witch!

"Hey, Liu Jingting, bring me some eggs from the refrigerator." Mihu, who was busy in the kitchen, shouted loudly.

Liu Jingting responded, got up to get the eggs, and when he delivered the eggs to the kitchen, he saw Mihu wearing an apron, with his hair coiled, and was very serious about stir-frying the dishes in the wok, fair skin, delicate facial features, and Mihu in the kitchen had a unique flavor.

"What are you cooking?" Liu Jingting said as he leaned over to look.

"Have you brought the egg?" Mihu turned around and asked.

Just as he leaned his head and turned his head, his two mouths and four lips "passed by" like a flash!
Chapter completed!