The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Youqin Publishing House, Aya Qingxuan punched the card and took the elevator to the sixth floor.

She looked at the messy small office and sat down in her seat without changing her face.

"Tong Ling, the little yellow duck is calling you."

Little Yellow Duck is the nickname of the editor-in-chief Huang of their web editing department.

Why is it called this, because his voice is a bit sharp when he loses his temper, and he especially likes to show Xiao X text to his subordinates.

Ling Qingxuan put away her bag, knocked on the door indifferently, and then went in and sat.

"Tong Ling, you're late today." As an excellent intern, Tong Lingke always leaves early and returns late, and has never been late.

Editor-in-chief Huang turned the seat to face her.

As a man in his late thirties who hates to marry and has not married a wife, editor-in-chief Huang actually looks pretty good, except that he likes to read small X articles.

Lingqing Xuanxuan glanced at the row of succulents that he had raised to death, and said solemnly, "It's too late to read the novel."

Editor-in-chief Huang saw that the bottom of her eyes was a little dim, as if she had stayed up for a long time, and she did not pursue it any further.

"It's okay to be late, tell me, how many books have you read so far?"

The internship is almost a week, and the original owner has only read a dozen books. After all, her mind is not on this, and the original owner, who is a young and fresh literary artist, does not dare to read it seriously at all.

Ling Qingxuan said calmly, "It's almost finished."

Just go back and spend some time brushing.

"Okay! It's not bad that I'm an intern. Let's continue today and write me a summary of the initial stage."

As soon as Ling Qingxuan got up, the editor-in-chief Huang said, "If you are late, you will send a pot of plants at a time. Don't forget the rules of our department."

Ling Qingxuan looked back and nodded.

As the meal was approaching, editor Huang had an extra pot on the window... fake succulent.

Of course he didn't know it himself.

In fact, there was not much work during the internship period. Aya Qingxuan opened two documents on the computer, while quickly browsing the novel and writing the primary analysis.

"Wow, Tong Ling, brushing so fast, are your eyes okay?"

The colleague next to her was shocked when she saw the speed at which she was writing novels, and then she only wrote two words on the analysis of the document next to her.

Yellow, violent.

"..." It was too real.

"The eyes are fine, the computer may be in trouble." Ling Qingxuan clicked the mouse a few times. Due to frequent operations, her computer was stuck.

The colleague said: "The technical department is on the seventh floor, why don't you take it up and show them."

"No." The little girl took out her mobile phone, Baidu searched, and fiddled with the computer a few times according to the method, and the computer resumed operation.

"..." Really a good boy who is self-reliant.

In addition to editor Huang and Aya Qingxuan, the web editing department also has five regular employees.

Every Monday is their busiest time, follow up the author's update, review and operation, various data analysis, and market feedback.

There are also operation departments and other departments that operate at the same time, and do a good job in related publicity and publication.

All in all, it's a department with a lot of chores.

"Ah! I'm so **** off, Xixi is dragging the draft for me again!"

The colleague hammered the table, looking like he wanted to bite someone to death.

Then he adjusted his breathing and typed and urged the author on the computer side with a smile on his face.

Well, in general, this work can also train people's patience.

Each of their editors is responsible for dozens of authors, some of which have been published, some are in the process of being published, and some are being serialized on the Internet and have not yet been selected for publication.

The author of the great **** here, there are no more than five words in detail. Xixi, who has just been talked about, is considered a **** of middle age, and he is still a few steps away.

Ling Qingxuan had been intern not long ago, and after these few days, the new author must be assigned to her.

From the head to the great God, it seems so difficult.

"The company has assigned you a separate office, and that's how you spoil it? You can't even clean the ground, can you take the author well?"

Wearing sunglasses, professional attire, and high heels, a woman with neat short hair appeared at the door of the weaving department.

[Host, this is Fei Lan, the heroine, and the one who stole the original host's award in the original plot. 】

Aya Qingxuan is waiting for her here.

She was also the one who squeezed out the original female lead candidate position.

Other colleagues didn't look very happy when they saw her, but no one made a sound, only the constant sound of the keyboard reverberated.

Ling Qingxuan looked at the footprints on the A4 paper on the ground, took out her phone and took two pictures.

Fei Lan is two years older than Ling Qingxuan, so she has a sense of presence here. After all, she has been firmly established as the deputy editor-in-chief of the magazine department.

Being known by more people, the sense of presence becomes stronger, and there are more opportunities for promotion.

"What are you shooting for?" Fei Lan moved his feet. "Like these shoes? You can't afford them. It costs tens of thousands."

Ling Qingxuan said indifferently, "Miss Fei, your shoes are dirty."

She pointed to the shoe prints in the photo.

"Damage to the property of our department, the finance department will handle this matter."

Other colleagues took a few breaths and silently praised.

They actually saw such a straightforward scolding in reality.

"Who are you?" Fei Lan frowned, looking up and down the girl who looked cute and stiff, cold as frost.

After a while, she seemed to remember something, and sneered, "Sister Tong Ling, long time no see."

zz, why is she still the original master classmate?

[Uh, this, when the original owner was a sophomore, the heroine robbed her boyfriend, and between you... a bit of a festival. 】

It's another drama of grabbing male tickets.

The men in the world are so easy to grab.

Chop and feed the pigs.

[…] I dare not eat, I dare not eat.

Ling Qingxuan didn't react at all to Fei Lan's words, and directly sent the picture to the finance department.

Seeing her indifferent appearance aroused Fei Lan's competitive spirit even more.

"You have a good eye for choosing men. He Hao is still giving up on me."

No, the original owner's vision is too bad, but this seat has a good vision.

The colleague next to me asked curiously, "Tong Ling, do you know each other?"

Ling Qingxuan stared at the computer intently, "I don't know."

The sentence was blocked, Fei Lan was about to hold on to it, editor Huang came out with the book and smiled, "It's work time now. If Miss Fei needs to communicate with her work, come to the conference room."

"Not yet, I'm just here to say hello." Fei Lan glanced at Editor-in-Chief Huang, and continued to focus on the little girl who was ignoring.

Fei Lan wanted her to be jealous and envious, but she didn't reveal any strange emotions.

"Tong Ling, we are in the same company, but I can't see you when you look up. I advise you to be prudent."

"You are on the tenth floor, and I look up and bow my head, which is also on the seventh and fifth floors. What does it have to do with you?"

"Pfft." Editor-in-chief Huang's smile expanded.

This is the first time I know that this intern has a good foundation for making cold jokes.

Fei Lan stepped on the ground a few more times before leaving under the subtle expressions of the employees.

"Tong Ling, the operation department is also on the tenth floor. You offended Fei Lan, and it may affect the progress of the work."

Editor-in-chief Huang has been working for several years, so I reminded me by the way.

Although Fei Lan did not have the right to fire Ling Qingxuan, she could deliberately make things difficult.

Aya Qingxuan's computer froze again.

"Good."

I'm afraid she won't come to trouble.