After the mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated three times, Li Ruoyu stretched out her arm lazily. She held the mobile phone in front of her eyes and looked at the caller ID on it. At this moment, her slightly haggard and sick face flashed across her face.

A strange look.

"How do you know my mobile phone number?" Siyu answered the phone and said without any intention of saying hello.

"Uh..." Feng Bujue was stunned for two seconds and replied: "I said... Then how did you know it was me who called?"

"It's a small bone... Huh..." Xiyu blew her nose without hesitation during the call. After she took the tissue away, she continued with a thick nasal voice: "She accidentally let it slip once.

, I accidentally wrote it down, so now I know it was you who called."

"How careless did she have to be to leak out an eleven-digit number..." Feng Bujue smiled and said, "You actually 'accidentally' wrote it down..." He couldn't help but complain.

.

After these unscrupulous nonsense words, both of them understood clearly in their hearts: Feng Bujue undoubtedly asked for the number from Xiaotan; while Siyu, on the other hand, had actually already learned about Feng Bujue from Bei Ling.

My mobile phone number has always been stored in my mobile phone without realizing it.

Then the question arises, why do Xiaotan and Beiling know everything?

Obviously, they have a good relationship, so they often keep in touch outside the game. As for how good their relationship is... As Singles' Day is approaching, I think it's better not to talk about such a heavy topic.

good.

"You have something to talk about." Xiyu used a rather arrogant tone to indicate to Feng Bujue that he could change the topic.

Brother Jue naturally had to accommodate the girl at this moment. He smiled and said, "I'll call you to ask about your condition (I care about you)."

"I had a high fever last night, and it's already noon the next day. If anything happens, you can only call to confirm the cause of my death (I'm fine)." Siyu replied.

"There's nothing I can do. It was already midnight when I saw Xiaotan's message. That guy was in the show at the time, so I had no way of asking for your contact information." Feng Bujue responded, "Besides...even if I

I have your mobile phone number, so it wouldn’t be appropriate to call a patient in the middle of the night (in fact, I’ve wanted to call you for a long time, just because I’m afraid of disturbing your rest).”

"Oh, that's it (it's quite thoughtful)." Xiyu replied coldly.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue agreed.

Then, the two fell into a brief but rather awkward silence. By the way, the content in parentheses above is the subtext that these two guys with social disabilities wanted to express.

"Since you are fine, let's wait until you recover. Let's see you online." Feng Bujue broke the silence.

"Okay." Xiyu replied, paused for two seconds, and said, "Thank you for your concern...goodbye."

"Goodbye." Feng Bujue responded.

The two hung up the phone almost at the same time.

"Huh..." Feng Bujue let out a long breath, put his cell phone on the coffee table, then stood up from the sofa and stretched: "What's this subtle atmosphere... I always feel that it is better than cutting in the drama.

It’s strange but also tiring.”

The cell phone here just went off. The intercom at the door suddenly rang again.

"Huh? I didn't order takeout." Feng Bujue muttered, walked to the door and picked up the receiver, "Who is this?"

A young woman's voice came from the other side: "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Feng Bujue."

This voice was very unfamiliar, it was the first time Feng Bujue heard it.

"I am, who are you?" Feng Bujue asked.

"My surname is An. I am your new editor. I want to talk to you about some work situations," the other party replied.

"New editor?" Feng Bujue asked in confusion: "Then Lao Chen (Feng Bujue's original editor)..."

"Can I come up and say it?" the other party interrupted him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, wait a minute." Feng Bujue soon realized that it was rude to let others stand at the door downstairs to talk to him, so he pressed the door button.

Two minutes later, Miss An came up in the elevator.

Feng Bujue was waiting behind the door, staring at the corridor through the peephole. So he opened the door without waiting for the other party to ring the doorbell.

"Hello. Bujue, I'm your new editor, An Yueqin." An Yueqin had read Feng Bujue's information at the magazine. She knew that the person in front of her was "Wujue", so she went straight to herself.

introduced.

Feng Bujue shook hands with the stranger and looked at the stranger up and down.

Miss An looks about twenty-five years old, has a delicate face, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and has long hair tied behind her head. Her figure is slightly delicate, but she is over 1.70 meters tall.

Wearing a formal suit, a white shirt as a base and a dark suit on the outside, both the depth of the neckline and the length of the skirt look very decent.

"Hello, hello..." Feng Bujue said, "Please come in." He let An Yueqin into the door, and when closing the door, he added: "Sit wherever you want, be careful not to step on the cat."

An Yueqin first looked around the room, then came to the sofa and sat down.

"Want something to drink?" Feng Bujue asked.

"No need to bother..." Miss An wanted to say, "No need to bother, just give me a glass of water." Unexpectedly, she only said half a sentence.

"That's great!" Feng Bujue actually responded and sat down on the sofa, "By the way, what happened to Lao Chen?"

An Yueqin replied: "He resigned."

"Ah? How is this possible? What's the reason?" Feng Bujue asked.

"The pressure is too much." An Yueqin said.

"Why did you just resign? You didn't even say hello to me." Feng Bujue answered.

An Yueqin looked at him: "Because his pressure mainly comes from you."

"Huh? What's wrong with me?"

"That's exactly what I want to talk to you about today."

An Yueqin's tone was serious, and her expression always showed a sense of domineering. Although she was similar in age to Feng Bujue, her aura and coercion were more than twice as strong as the original Lao Chen.

"But...first of all, there is something about me. I think it's better to tell you first." An Yueqin said, after a few simple operations on her mobile phone, she opened a search website and entered something.

He showed the page in front of Feng Bujue and said, "As you can see, I am the granddaughter of the chairman of Sirui Group."

Feng Bujue has naturally heard of the name Sirui Group, just like he has heard of Microsoft or Nike. The word "Sirui" symbolizes a business empire in their universe. At this time, Feng Bujue

The page I saw was the result returned after searching for "granddaughter of the chairman of Sirui Group" online.

Feng Bujue muttered: "Oh...it's true. So, I am...an employee of...a publishing subsidiary...of a subsidiary of your parent company...of a subordinate magazine...is this the situation?"

?”

"Not only that. Don't forget, most of your previously published works were published through this 'subsidiary' you mentioned." An Yueqin continued.

"Haha... It seems that I am eating while leaning on Sirui's mountain." Feng Bujue smiled: "Then should I call you... eldest lady?"

"On the contrary, I tell you my identity directly just so that you don't treat me differently." An Yueqin said.

"Yeah... that's right. Even if you don't tell me, with my personality, I will find out this matter very quickly. When the time comes... my attitude towards you will definitely change." Feng Bujue said bluntly:

"Instead of doing this, it is better to make everything clear from the beginning."

"Yes, so please treat me as an ordinary editor who just took office today." An Yueqin said.

"I'll do my best." Feng Bujue replied lazily. He was thinking in his mind: How could this be a good idea? A big chaebol would send the third generation of his family to the grassroots level to gain experience?

"Very good, then..." An Yueqin said, "Let's talk about business." After saying this, she took out a magazine from the bag she carried with her and put it on the coffee table.

"Uh...you don't want to comment on my manuscript last month, right?" Feng Bujue said.

"Of course not." An Yueqin pointed to the magazine: "I just want to ask, have you bought or read our magazine?"

Feng Bujue was honest: "Before I signed the contract with the magazine, and when it was first serialized, I bought a few issues. But I haven't read it for half a year recently."

"Then please take a look first." If An Yueqin knew about Brother Jue's problem, she would definitely not say this.

Without saying a word, Feng Bujue picked up the magazine and started to read page by page. Although he could read dozens of pages at a glance, it was impossible for him to finish reading dozens of pieces of paper quickly. And An Yueqin was not easy to interrupt. After all,

It was she who asked Feng Bujue to read it.

Ever since, twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye...

Feng Bujue put down the magazine: "I've finished reading it."

"I've really finished reading it." An Yueqin thought to herself, but she still said in a normal tone: "Can you tell me your overall impression of this magazine?"

Feng Bujue seemed to understand the other party's intention a little. He thought about it for a while and said: "The paper and printing are both good, which is considered to be the first-class level on the market; the price is also reasonable, not unacceptable; the content is not big.

The problem is, the advertisement takes up almost half of the page, which makes it feel a little watery."

"Well, that's right." An Yueqin said: "My point of view is roughly the same as yours. The sales volume of the paper version of our magazine is much lower than that of the electronic version. This is because there are too many advertisements, which makes readers feel that... they have bought a magazine.

, but only read half of the content.”

"But the paper media these days are like this... without advertisements, you can't even collect the money for printing." Feng Bujue said.

"So we need to reform." An Yueqin slapped the magazine with one hand.

"This kind of thing is handled by the marketing department... Why are you and I discussing it so vigorously?" Feng Bujue was a little dumbfounded.

"The positions of people in other departments are their business. As a member of a company, if you see a problem, you shouldn't just sit idly by." An Yueqin interrupted.

"Hey~" Feng Bujue smiled and said, "Then what do you want?"
To be continued...