"The data of a new issue just published yesterday came out. Have you read it in the mailbox?" Feng Ming patted her kindly on the shoulder.

Qingyao shrugged his shoulders, shrugged his fat hands down, and casually replied, "I didn't see it."

There is no salary. Look at the wool. It has something to do with her!

"You're wrong. As the backbone of our magazine, how can you not care about the weekly sales data?"

Qingyao took a mouthful of saliva and almost didn't laugh: "backbone? Backbone who doesn't even need to open a salary? Editor in chief, don't laugh me to death!"

Feng Ming's fat face said, "when did I owe you a penny before you smashed the camera? Didn't you make it yourself?"

Qingyao didn't like to hear this. He stood up and looked impatient: "all right, all right, what do you like! I went out to work!"

"You call it work? You look like a slacker all day. It's good to say work!" Feng Ming is also angry. He is her boss. Every time he doesn't say two words, the bucket explodes. He really admires that a boss can tolerate her for so long!

"I don't want to see a dead picture of me. You opened me! But let's say it first. It's not my own resignation and the compensation will be written off!"

"You think so! If I say you're a good girl, you're just too angry. Don't say I didn't remind you when I'm a boss. You'll suffer a lot sooner or later. It's hard to find a husband in the future!" Feng Ming asked her for something. He first put the fire down and wooed her with the voice of the elderly.

"You'd better care about yourself. Don't be so strict. The fire in the back yard has burned all our subordinates!" Qingyao doesn't like him to rely on the old and sell the old here. What's his virtue? She and Mi Rui haven't known for three years.

Among all the reporters in the outside office, the only one is beauty Zhang, who is a full round and a half younger than him. She comes to work all day. Her monthly salary is higher than that of the whole office. Who in 99 is not like a mirror?

To tell the truth, both Qingyao and Mirui look down on Feng Ming, but now men with a little money in society all have this rotten virtue and cheap bones. They can't abandon the world because they don't like it.

Such an end will never be because their two good young people with pure thoughts abandoned the world, and let the dirty world regret them and become Qingming from then on.

Instead, they will starve to death alive. Then, two poor people, not even a corpse collector, can only be abandoned in the wilderness. How miserable!

Therefore, in order not to be starved to death, they can only continue to live happily in this despised society.

"Young, what do you know?" Feng Ming doesn't care. Xu is already used to this rule. He is not ashamed but proud. "Why haven't you followed up that matter recently?"

Qing Yao pretended to be a fool: "what's the matter?"

"Mr. Lu, what else can I do!"

"Oh, that matter, I was threatened. I couldn't send the manuscript. Besides, no factory dared to print, so I gave up."

"No, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Go and find Mr. Lu again and say that the photos won't be sent. Just interview him with a few questions, such as interests, hobbies, what color you like. How about you write him a small report and write off the smashing of the camera and send the salary?"

When I ran into Lu Shaoqiu in the suburbs yesterday, his cold face stood out in the eyes. Qing yaoleng shivered and shook his head: "chief editor, Mr. Lu, let's give up. How about I dig a good material for you? I promise I will work hard to complete the task this time and never break the camera again!"

Feng Ming sighs: "The sales volume is getting worse and worse recently. Those big names have long been fried by other big magazines. Readers will choose those big magazines if they want to see them. The fastest and most direct way to become famous in one fell swoop is to find celebrities who can't even be dug by them. Only president Lu has always been mysterious and used to looking for them, and the power behind them is strong. No one can touch him. That's why Just let his gold content soar in the media. "

Seeing that Yao's small round face was slightly shaken, he continued to lobby with gravity: "it is estimated that only you have seen his real face and painted his image among all journalists. He must have a good impression of you. Otherwise, you don't think you are still good now?"

Qingyao's small face twitched: "what do you mean, I have to die in the wild now to be really threatened?"

"Look at what you said. Do you remember Zhuo Chenghai, the entertainment record of the hottest time entertainment weekly five years ago? It was because it was exposed that song Mozhi, the eldest son of Songmen group, was a secret material of half dead people and became famous all over the world. Later, it was said that he was threatened. Up to now, he can't speak or write..."

"You mean he was killed, mutilated and scrapped?"

"I just heard that it's an analogy with you. I mean, Lu Shaoqiu definitely has feelings for your men, which proves that our magazine is still very promising!"

"Fart!" that narcissist, he just said that he was not interested in a woman like her that day. If he wanted her to jump on it again, it is estimated that he would have to despise her with the look of "a toad wants to eat swan meat"!

"In this way, not only will the camera not be investigated, but the salary will be paid. If this is done, you will be given a week's paid leave and a month's bonus!"

Qingyao's eyes began to shine.

Feng Ming stole his eyes and said, "there's no shop in this village!"

Qingyao thought for five seconds and clenched his teeth: "deal!"

Ma, anyway, he has no face. He still cares about his eyes. Isn't he a toad? To create such great value for her, it's no big deal to regard her as a fly!

People live, can not let a pair of eyes to death!

Feng Ming's fat face was so funny that he patted her heavily on the shoulder: "good job! I knew that the backbone elite of our magazine, let alone win a Lu Shaoqiu, is certainly nothing! Do a good job and I'll wait for you to return triumphantly!"

Out of the editor's office, Qingyao's hot brain was blown by the outside air conditioner and woke up.

Although the conditions are glittering, things are very difficult!

It's better to learn from Zhuo Chenghai, who has been mutilated and scrapped, to expose the materials of song Mo and song Da Shao of Songmen group. At least, with her relationship in his household register, she can go through the back door or something. Maybe she can become famous at one stroke and not end up as miserable as Zhuo Chengwei

Out of the office, she stood in front of the bright window at the end of the corridor and looked at the high-rise buildings under the brilliant blue sky and white clouds. She put her hands on the windowsill and sighed heavily.