There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

"Ahem..." Hongdou coughed, and the three of them immediately sat upright.

"Let's make a bet." Bantang stared straight ahead, "Is the editor-in-chief in a good mood or not?"

"No! A lunch!" Bantang said with a hint of certainty and a conclusive tone.

"I can't bet well either!" Fries hurriedly followed, "One meal!"

The small meeting that should have started at nine o'clock was postponed to almost ten o'clock. Anyone could guess that something must have happened in the middle. And the editor-in-chief's mood... the probability of being good, probably zero. Thinking of normal times,

The editor-in-chief, the waiter, who had a stern face, felt a chill in his heart.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Hongdou said quickly: "Then I'll bet you're in a good mood! If you lose, you two will treat me to a meal each. If you win, I'll treat you both to a big meal. That's it."

The final decision was made, leaving no chance for the two of them to bargain. After saying that, he pretended to look through the notebook in front of him, his face full of treachery.

Fries secretly thought, "This old bastard must have gotten some inside information! Judging from the way this person is pretending, he is pretending very well, but after pretending for so long, he still didn't write down a single word.

.When it comes to showing off, I really only accept you!"

The footsteps stopped in front of the conference room.

"Click", the door opened.

Then, a man walked in slowly with steady steps. Seeing his steady posture, he looked like a veteran cadre.

"Ahem, are you ready with everything you want to report?" A deep male voice sounded, and then the man sat down opposite the three of them, picked up the thermos cup, and took a sip.

"Ready!" the three of them replied in unison.

Only then did Fries dare to raise his head slightly, and what greeted him... was an extremely kind smiling face.

"How is that possible?" Fries was stunned. In his memory, since he joined the fifth editorial team, he seemed to have never seen the waiter show a good face.

Hongdou on the side showed a smile of success.

"Sure enough..." Fries and Ban Tang nodded secretly, "I wonder why this old guy looks like he has a chance to win, it turns out!"

Although they were unhappy, they still pretended to be serious, opened their notebooks and started taking notes.

I won’t go into details about the process of the meeting. After all, it is no different from an ordinary company, just like the old lady’s footcloth, which is smelly and long.

However, through the waiter's narration, the two of them roughly understood the main reason why Hongdou was able to win the bet.

It turns out that several of the authors I have recently seem to have suddenly enlightened, and they have dominated the top of several lists, and also made a good face for the waiter. It is said that the reason why the waiter did not come in time just now is

The editor-in-chief called me there and gave me a good compliment.

After saying that, he glared at the candy and French fries fiercely, but the focus of his firepower output was undoubtedly the French fries.

Next came another lengthy work reporting process. Bantang's success and failure, and Hongdou's high spirits, undoubtedly made the French fries who were left behind feel a little on pins and needles.

"Very good!" After listening to Bantang and Hongdou's report, the waiter nodded, and then turned his attention to the fries, his eyes full of sternness.

The French fries couldn't help but feel a little trembling.

"I signed three new books last week. One is Wan Zhuanghong's "The Ferryman," a classic fairy tale novel."

"This Wan Zhuanghong is considered an old author. The books he wrote... are passable. I mainly want to see if there is any new breakthrough this time. However, this author has one good thing, that is, he is generally not a eunuch.

6,000 words a day is unbeatable, and overall it seems to be of relatively high quality.”

"Is this the Wan Zhuanghong who wrote "The Mote of Dust"?" the waiter asked, frowning.

"Yeah!" Fries nodded, "There is also a new author, whose pen name is Yang Lazi. He wrote a novel called "The Picture of Controlling Life". The content structure is very good, and the writing style is not bad, but the writing style is a bit

It’s old, but I read the first few chapters and the quality is pretty good.”

"No matter how well written the outline is, there are still many cases where it collapses in the middle and later stages. Please observe it later and follow up if necessary."

Fries wrote down everything in his notebook, and then said with some hesitation: "Also, a new author named Yamada Panda wrote a book..."

The waiter's eyes suddenly lit up, "Wait, who are you talking about...?"

Fries' eyes were dull, "Shan... Yamada panda?"

The waiter was a little surprised, but also seemed to be a little surprised, "It's that..."Yao Shou La, I Don't Know How to Eat in Another World"?"

Fries nodded dully.

"Okay!" The waiter hammered the table hard, and the excitement on his face was visible to the naked eye, "Unexpectedly, he actually signed it in your hand?"

After saying that, he still seemed a little unbelievable and stared at the fries.

"Chief...Editor, this giant panda?" Fries was a little confused. He didn't know why the waiter got so excited for no reason when he heard this name.

"Don't ask anymore... Just know that he is very important to us in editing the fifth group!"

The waiter's eyes became more and more kind as he looked at the fries, which made him feel a little flattered.

"But, do you know what your biggest problem is now?" Xiao'er said.

"Please give me some advice from the editor-in-chief."

The waiter nodded, "Your biggest problem now is that you don't have any good authors at hand."

"It just so happens that talk about supernatural beings has become popular recently. I remember that you used to have our galloping supernatural brother and sister in the group. Why is there no movement? Their results at that time were quite good. Now they are taking advantage of this trend.

Zhengsheng, it’s not like he has no chance of becoming a god!”

Fries' face looked a little embarrassed, "I have contacted them recently. Brother Yi said that the family left two mountains for him. He wants to go back and inherit them. He will not consider writing a book for the time being."

"As for the first sister, she did submit an article, but the content she submitted, I think, is a bit..."

"Ahem!" The waiter coughed dryly, "Fries, I'm going to criticize you for this. The shadow of a famous tree, no matter how rubbish it is written by the great master, it is better than the so-called masterpieces written by countless people on the street. You

You have to use your subjective initiative and try your best to persuade them to come back."

"Don't you think the first sister doesn't have enough recommendations, so she gave it to him? The first brother is so horny, I just need to find a female editor for him when the time comes!"

Fries nodded blankly.

"Don't be dissatisfied. I know that Brother Yi is the more capable author under you. You will definitely not be willing to give it up to others."

"In this case, considering that you don't have anyone that you can recommend at the moment, I'm going to introduce a well-known writer to sign you up." The waiter looked at the fries kindly and said slowly.

"Who?" Fries suddenly became excited, "Fuck Brother Yi, love whoever you want! If there is a great god, who will care about you!"

"God of Cooking!" The waiter looked at the fries with a hint of subtlety in his eyes.

"God of Cooking..." Fries was stunned, "That's the one..."
Chapter completed!