"Mr. Qiu, good morning."

Zhong Yue nodded to the magazine colleague at the elevator entrance. After showing his skills yesterday, he immediately gained Wang Rui's reputation. Although the art editor-in-chief is a bit like a commander, it is more or less a bit more high-spirited than the average clerk in the magazine. Moreover, the illustrations yesterday are simply works of art. It is a bit waste to put them in the magazine.

"Teacher Qiu, have you eaten breakfast?"

Zhong Yue nodded.

"I didn't eat any sandwiches and bread. Do you want to have a little?"

Zhong Yue raised his hand and shook it.

"Teacher Qiu, I am Xiao Zhou, the editor-in-chief of the entertainment block. Please give me some advice. In the future, when I am busy submitting the manuscript, I would like to ask you to help me."

Several colleagues from magazines in the elevator greeted each other enthusiastically, making Zhong Yue feel a little hot when he wrapped in the gauze dress.

bite!

When the elevator reached the fifth floor, everyone walked towards the magazine office area.

"Teacher Qiu, I'll give you water."

Zhong Yue wrote a note and posted it on the table: "Don't be so polite, just call me Qiu Shan."

"Teacher Qiu, it should be."

Yesterday's paintings were all stuck in the folder on Zhong Yue's desk. Although Zhong Yue did not have the habit of modifying paintings, there was one problem in the editorial department, that is, no matter whether it was perfect or not, there was always a habit of modifying them.

"Who is Qiushan? Come out!"

As soon as Zhong Yue sat down, he heard a woman shouting from outside the magazine. He stood up and prepared to walk outside. Zhao Lele stopped him, "Teacher Qiu, just sit inside."

Zhong Yue pointed to the outside.

"Don't worry, we'll handle it."

Zhong Yue looked at Zhao Lele with some confusion. Could it be that she knew the person outside? However, in Zhong Yue's impression, among the women he knew in Ganzhou, except for the nurses in the hospital, there was only the little girl Fu Shasha, who was left. Oh, if the landlord and aunt were also considered a woman.

"Sister Ding, please keep your voice down. It's in public."

The young woman with dreadlocks and rolled a stack of paper in one hand chewing gum, saying, "I'm not. Why, I dare not act if I dare, hurry up and ask the person named Qiu to come out. It's really OK. He actually robbed my business."

"Sister Ding, look at what you said. Teacher Qiu is also hired normally and has no intention of stealing your job."

"Lele, it's only been a few days, and I'm just talking about Teacher Qiu at once? I've been in "New Reader" for two years, why haven't I heard someone call me Teacher Ding here?"

If a group of people look at their noses and their hearts, they have to have a chance. This artist is really a god-like person who sees his tail but never sees his head. He hasn't been here several times. He submits manuscripts every month, but they actually send express delivery. Those who have seen Ding Fenfen on three sides in the magazine are considered veterans of the magazine.

Like Zhao Lele, who has only worked for a year, except for making phone calls every month when urging papers, he has basically never met this hired illustrator.

"Sister Ding, you haven't been here a few times. You are a part-time job. This time it was the decision of the editor-in-chief and president. Moreover, Teacher Qiu has been officially hired by our magazine. "New Reader" is about to be revised and expanded in sales, so..."

"Formal employment? Don't fool me. If you do illustrations, who is just trying to make some money from lunch boxes? Who will really be a career? Or you are a third-rate painter. Although I am a part-time job, you are conscience, when did I not submit my manuscript on time?"

"Fenfen, our magazine is small and can't accommodate you, the big Buddha, right?" Liu Ping walked in from outside wearing high heels.

Ding Fenfen turned around and saw Liu Ping carrying a briefcase, and smiled and said, "Sister Liu, I have made great contributions to "New Reader". I watched "New Reader" step by step from sluggish sales to the current situation. I originally thought that I would be hired full-time from our company next month, but why didn't you say anything, and just found an outsider and gave me my position?"

Liu Ping put the briefcase on the table and said, "This was decided by the president."

"Sister Liu, don't fool me."

"I didn't fool you."

Ding Fenfen pulled the brim back, "Look, I've brought all the drawings I'll need next issue. How about it? Is this newcomer understandable? Does he know our magazine?"

"have."

"Ah?" Ding Fenfen was stunned for a moment.

Liu Ping pushed her glasses and said, "Teacher Qiu is an old painter, so she has more experience than you."

"Impossible, you must be lying to me. If you ask him to come out, I want to see who is so unkind to grab business."

"It seems that you are not giving up until the Yellow River." Liu Ping walked to Zhong Yue, "Teacher Qiu, can the set of paintings yesterday..."

Zhong Yue raised the note he wrote: "Is anyone looking for me outside?"

"It's not about looking for you, but the illustrator who worked part-time in the club. Now that you have officially hired you, she will naturally have some handover matters, so she will come to the club to talk about it."

Zhong Yue nodded and handed over yesterday's folder to Liu Ping.

"Then you are busy." Liu Ping suddenly remembered that Zhong Yue had completed the illustration. The efficiency of ordinary art editors is probably only available in Zhong Yue in a month. It seems that their magazine has found a treasure this time.

Drawing can show a person's experience and skills. Not only did Zhong Yue inherited the lifelong techniques of many painters, he was unique in thinking and observation, so he had to outline the characters and expressions of these illustrations, so he was very skilled, so his efficiency was naturally much faster. Seeing Liu Ping's awkward expression, he seemed to have to control his own speed in the future and write an article every day to draw, so that these colleagues would not think that they were very useless.

"Then I'll deal with it first."

Liu Ping was polite to Zhong Yue. Not only was Zhong Yue's excellent painting skills, but he was also respectful to a person with "disabled body and strong ambition". Zhong Yue believed that everyone else in this magazine had this mentality, so he respected himself especially.

"Look at this is the drawing of Teacher Qiu yesterday. I won't comment on who is better or worse."

Ding Fenfen took the folder suspiciously, flipped through the drawings inside, and closed the folder, "I have some skills in Chinese painting and want to learn Feng Zikai's comics, but Editor Liu, I don't think this is amazing, and I don't think these illustrations can bring much attention to the magazine."

"Fenfen, you were an employee of a magazine before. I didn't evaluate the quality of your illustrations, but now you are not. Please don't point fingers at the art editor-in-chief of our magazine."

"Art Editor? I've just arrived at the Art Editor. Isn't you afraid of ruining "New Reader" with such a low-level artistic expression technique?"

Liu Ping said angrily: "Please leave."

"Wait a minute." Wang Rui walked out of the office, "Listen to her to finish her words."
Chapter completed!