Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Shaohua opened the manuscript that she had revised many times but failed to pass, and showed it to Huo Yunteng.

Then she gave up the chair to Huo Yunteng, and sat on the round stool next to her, holding a milk cup, quietly waiting for her elder brother's comment.

He is engaged in this industry, so he naturally has a vicious and seasoned vision. Even though Shaohua has been in the industry for many years, while waiting for Huo Yunteng to give a comment, he is still so nervous that his palms are sweating.

It feels like handing in homework and watching the teacher correct it for me.

The mouse wheel scrolled slowly, and the page kept turning down. Huo Yunteng's eyebrows became more and more furrowed.

Looking at his expression, Shaohua felt more and more heavy.

It seems that my article is really not good, no wonder the bald head...

Huo Yunteng turned his head and glanced at her, Shaohua straightened his spine, "It's not good, is it?"

"Let's talk after reading it. You drink the milk quickly, it will be cold in a while."

"Oh."

Shaohua picked up the cup and drank milk obediently.

Huo Yunteng continued to browse the manuscript, and when she drank half of the milk, he finished it too.

Shaohua sipped his milk glass, anxiously waiting for his elder brother to reply.

"Do you still have your first draft?"

"Yes! I'll find it for you."

Shaohua said, put the cup on the table, got up to operate the mouse, and found his first version of the manuscript from the folder.

In order to touch the mouse pad, she had to bend over, lying sideways in front of Huo Yunteng, which was a bit uncomfortable.

However, she stored documents more casually, flipping through folders one by one.

Huo Yunteng put his hand on her lower back and patted it lightly: "Sit on my lap when you're tired from standing."

Shaohua agreed, walked around the elder brother's knee, and sat sideways on one of his thighs.

Huo Yunteng held her waist lightly, waiting patiently for her to find him.

Finally found the first edition of the old manuscript, opened it to him and said, "This is it."

After finishing speaking, she wanted to stand up, but Huo Yunteng still held her waist, "Continue to sit."

Shaohua pursed her lower lip, "Isn't it heavy?"

"I don't feel anything."

Shaohua pursed her lips and smiled, then silently picked up the milk glass, while sitting on the eldest brother's lap drinking milk, while waiting for his final comment.

When reading old manuscripts, Huo Yunteng would nod his head from time to time and sometimes laugh.

There is no moment that makes her happier than being recognized for her work. She carefully asked: "Is the writing okay?"

"It should be said that it is very good."

Shaohua blinked her eyes, "Really?"

Huo Yunteng's hand left the mouse and put it on her lap: "I am quite confident in my vision. This is an excellent work, but I am talking about the first draft."

Shaohua asked again, is there a big difference between the first edition and the last edition?

"It's not like it was written by the same person at all. The last version has a strong sense of patchwork, but the first version is coherent and smooth. Even if there are flaws in individual sentences, I don't pay attention at all. I just want to keep scrolling down. And the words and sentences he asked you to modify, as well as the final ending, are precisely the parts that are very personal to you, with bold words and rich images, all of which are wonderful passages."

When Shaohua heard this, he felt aggrieved and finally found comfort, even a little bit of beauty.

"I just said, the bald man deliberately made things difficult for me!"

Huo Yunteng smiled and said: "It may not be that he made things difficult for you, maybe his level is just there."

Her work has been affirmed, and Shaohua's confidence has recovered a bit, "Thank you, brother, as long as you are the only one who still thinks what I write is good, I will be happy!"

He looked at Shaohua with a smile like he was looking at a child: "It's not enough for me to appreciate it alone, at least not enough for you to eat."

When it came to the issue of rice bowl, Shaohua encountered another difficulty.

She told Brother Huo that she didn't write a word of the manuscript she was going to hand in tomorrow.

There is also the manuscript that I showed my elder brother just now, after so many revisions, it was useless in the end, and I feel that I will soon be unable to eat this bowl of rice.

"Would you like to submit this old manuscript to me? I can publish it for you, but I want the first edition, and don't change a single word."

Shaohua was very moved when he heard this.

But she could only refuse Brother Huo's kindness.

She told Huo Yunteng that she had signed a ten-year exclusive copyright with the bald head, and it was her who signed it. That is to say, within ten years, she would even have the copyright to post a sour poem in Moments.

Naturally, this old manuscript has no right to vote for Brother Huo.

It's not impossible for her to change her pseudonym secretly, but that's a breach of contract, and she dare not do that.

After she finished speaking, Big Brother Huo smiled and looked at her in disbelief: "Sign A, ten years, for such a small magazine, can you tell me, what did you think at that time?"

When Shaohua was asked by his elder brother, he was also a little embarrassed.

In the industry, A sign refers to the signer, and the copyright of all creations of the author, including texts in different languages, belongs to the company.

Signing B is to only sign a certain book and certain work, and authorize the work to a certain company, while the author is free and can contribute to multiple manuscripts at the same time.

Generally, the A sign is only three or five years, but she is very good at this, ten years.

As for what she thought at the time, it was actually a matter of emotion.

She told Huo Yunteng the reason for this.

The complaints are the ones to complain about, but the bald editor-in-chief is actually the big brother who brought her into the industry.

When Shaohua was a rookie, the bald head gave a lot of advice, and he had a good attitude towards her before, always taking good care of her, like a big brother.

So after he mentioned the contract to Shaohua, Shaohua thought that he would write for anyone anyway, and the bald brother gave him a job with a stable income. He only asked her to write four articles of at least [-] words every month, and she would do it. accepted.

But I don't know if it's because of the signing of the contract, or because I've known him for too long. After signing the contract, the bald man's attitude towards her changed, he would get angry with her, and he would deny her works, asking her to revise them over and over again. Let her change her outlook.

Now Shaohua also feels very uncomfortable, but there is nothing to do.

After listening to her explanation, Huo Yunteng said: "A friend is a friend. If it involves a contract, it is a guarantee for going to court. It involves your personal interests. How can you be so big-hearted?"

Shaohua lowered her head, depressed.

"And after listening to you, I didn't feel how good you are as a big brother, but it seems that you are trying to squeeze out your benefits as much as possible."

The eldest brother was outspoken and talked about Shaohua's pain points.

She kept reassuring herself that she had known Bald for a long time, and Bald was not so sophisticated before, he was a very low-key and humble person, maybe the workplace changed his personality.

But Shaohua also gradually felt that the feelings between people are not equal.

Just like her last relationship, she gave wholeheartedly, thinking that the other party was the same, but it was just her own wishful thinking.

As for what kind of person is bald, maybe she has never really understood...

"Brother, don't talk about me, I realize I'm stupid..."

Huo Yunteng helped her hang her hair behind her ears, and sighed grumpily, "I am worried for you, not that you are stupid, and why can't I meet such a loyal little author like you? Sign it and sign it."

"You said..."

The elder brother smiled and patted the top of her head, "Okay, then let me see your contract again, and I'll see how to redeem you."