paper idol

The author has something to say: I am revising this chapter today. Some words and sentences have been adjusted and deleted. The way of expression has been changed a little, but the content has not changed.Those who are interested can take a look, in fact, it doesn't matter.

The boss is gone forever, and Qu Lebai has no choice but to face inquiries from the film and television company.The meeting was originally scheduled to last for four days. The first day was mainly for the two companies to meet, and the last three days mainly focused on the work itself.Fortunately, the first piece of content was completed before the boss left, otherwise Qu Lebai would not know what the publishing house was thinking.

The next morning, I went to the film and television company, but Gege stopped me at the front desk: "Mr. Chunchun, please wait!"

It was still early, and Qu Lebai hadn't had breakfast yet. When he saw Gege, he remembered yesterday, so he smiled and said, "Have you had breakfast? Do you want to eat together?"

Grid showed a very apologetic expression and said: "Well... the plan has changed, and today's meeting has been cancelled, do you know?"

Qu Lebai was taken aback, and said, "When did the change come? What about tomorrow's meeting?"

Grid's expression became even more embarrassed: "Also... also canceled."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"also……"

When asked here, Qu Le understood that she was unilaterally blocked by the film and television company.During the negotiation process, it is really strange to block someone without giving any reason.Could it be that they don't want to talk because the boss is not around?

Qu Lebai was thoughtful, standing there looking a little confused.As a fan, Gege finally couldn't bear it anymore, and reminded: "Chunchun, are you in conflict with the editor or the publishing house?"

"Huh?" Qu Lebai became more and more confused.

"It's just... well, forget it. Did you not go online yesterday?"

I haven't really posted it, but since I said that, it means that it is a matter of the Internet and the publishing house.

Qu Lebai quickly calmed down, and confirmed to Ge Ge: "I only asked the company for a week's vacation, and I have to go back to work on time. From today to the day after tomorrow, the three-day meeting has been cancelled, right? Is the plan likely to change? Can I go directly back to Shanghai to deal with the matter?"

Gege sighed, and said: "I personally suggest, Chunchun, you go back to Shanghai first, and deal with the matter at the publishing house. It's okay to ask for leave to come to Beijing in the future. I will definitely treat you to dinner then!"

Qu Lebai tasted it, and felt that there was no room for maneuver, so she smiled at Grid and said, "Thank you, by the way, is it convenient to ask, where is the most authentic Peking duck?"

Gege’s words revealed a lot of meaning, and Qu Lebai vaguely knew where they pointed, but she didn’t dare to search for herself directly on the Internet, and she had to be fully prepared, just like she faced every listing and every bad review.

Ge Ge was a little surprised, and then raised a big smile and said, "So you are also a foodie! Just based on this, I believe you!"

Qu Lebai was still thinking for a second: Could it be that children nowadays only need "fellow friends" to be trusted?

In the next second, her mouth was already filled with greasy duck.She didn't even know how she got here, as if her consciousness was fragmented.

But she knew that she was not drunk.

After eating Peking duck, I wiped my hands.After making enough mental preparations, Qu Lebai opened Weibo and entered his pseudonym in the search bar.

When typing these three words, Qu Lebai even had the illusion that "it no longer belongs to me".

Raising a pseudonym is like raising a child. You long for it to fulfill your dreams for you, hope that it will flourish and everything will be safe.There is a word called "blood is thicker than water", but there is also a word called "love with time".Qu Lebai fostered the child with someone else, but the child did not change, but she changed her mind first.

Unsurprisingly, I saw the topic of "a stroke written by Chundai".The most popular one is the one posted by the official blog of the publishing house, but there are also many other discussions.

Qu Lebai imagined this scene countless times, and even thought up the words and sentences after the incident, so as to minimize the loss.But when this moment really came, she lost all these thoughts.

She even burped, her mouth full of the smell of Peking Duck.

She felt light-headed and light-footed, and if the shoes hadn't bound her legs, she would have floated into the sky to touch the inner surface of the earth.

She saw the lingering clouds, the heroic thunder, the raging magma, and the boundless universe and planets.The sun seems to be in front of her eyes, behind her, and in her eyes.

Everything is ethereal and beautiful.

After eating that roast duck, she appeared at her home in Shanghai the next second—she didn't know how she got back.

The boss walked towards her with an expression like he was about to cry, with mixed feelings in his eyes, and puzzlement prevailed.

"You really didn't expect that you would find a ghostwriter...it doesn't look like you at all..."

Qu Lebai looked at her, thinking: what is like me?Isn't Fu Qinfeng like me enough?

"Why didn't you tell me about such a big problem? I'm so untrustworthy?! Or do you think you can keep it a secret forever?!" The boss's eyes were tearing.

Qu Lebai still had no expression on his face, thinking: Because it's useless to talk about it.

Before the incident was disclosed, Qu Lebai was always worried about how he would explain himself and how he would deal with himself after the boss knew about it.But when she really heard the boss's accusation, she couldn't help defending herself: Is it all my fault?Is there nothing wrong with you and the company?

It's like every group of partners, no matter how harmonious and tacit they were before, will only blame each other if something goes wrong.

One feels that if the other party can be honest with each other, things will be much easier; the other does not trust the other party's position due to various reasons.

Still don't understand.

Seeing that Qu Lebai still "doesn't know how to repent", the boss was so angry that he slapped the document in his hand on Qu Lebai's body, and said viciously: "You don't trust me, so I can only do this!"

Qu Lebai took it and found that it was a lawyer's letter from the publishing house, probably asking for compensation because of unilateral breach of contract.Up to now, this is the most indifferent thing.Qu Lebai said softly: "Okay, where is Feng'er?"

Maybe Qu Lebai was completely disappointed, but the boss seemed to have made up his mind a lot, his expression became even more angry, and he took a step forward, almost hitting Qu Lebai: "This matter has nothing to do with Xiao Fu, it is You did something wrong! Could it be that at this time, you still want to drag Xiaofu into the water?!"

"How is the progress of her new article?" Qu Lebai asked.

"What's your plan?" The boss looked suspiciously in his eyes: "There are so many books over the years, which ones are not written by you? The matter has reached today's stage, so let's report it together, and we can still strive for a lighter sentence." Fall."

But Qu Lebai suddenly lowered his head, stared into the eyes of the boss, and said, "I also wrote "Win", and I wrote it at the beginning, do you remember?"

Qu Lebai blinked, as if tears were about to fall.The boss looked carefully, only to find that there were no tears, but a pair of empty eyes.

To my fault, I thought she would feel guilty!

"The book is a small payment. If you want to do something, we will take legal measures." The boss said.

Qu Lebai nodded and said, "Okay."

However, she just wanted to ask why.

That civilization was clearly written by myself first, so why did it become someone else's work?

Why can't I write it myself?

Why should I care about these things so much?

But he just mentioned a word, and the boss worriedly protected Fu Qinfeng's rights.Perhaps in the eyes of the boss, he is so despicable that he can step on his conscience and bottom line for the sake of profit.

Or, the boss only protects those who can write good novels.

Big guys always say that literature is a matter for one person, not writing.Daxie's dream is to bring novels that Haojian herself recognizes to readers, not to protect an author who can't write.

Books are always coming out, there is no spring, there are two springs, three springs... There is never a lack of talent in this world, but there is a shortage of people who can maintain their talents.

Qu Lebai can understand the position of the boss, she really understands.It's just that she thinks it's a little ridiculous and absurd.

The boss said "why didn't you tell me", but that was the result. The boss thought too well of herself and Qu Lebai.

A burst of emptiness struck, Qu Lebai didn't want to speak, pointed to the door, and said to the boss: "Well, this is my house, please go out."

The boss was very surprised, tears fell instantly.

"Actually, I thought about it, but I didn't believe it. I thought you just wanted to change, or you were tired of writing for a while... It doesn't matter, as long as you are still writing, there will always be people who like it. We can continue to be partners and continue to publish. Nice book." The boss choked up and said, "I thought we were friends, but today I was kicked out..."

After the boss finished speaking, he raised his head, wiped his eyes, ran away with his bag, and slammed the door loudly.

Qu Lebai's heart had long since ceased to be touched, she just felt a little noisy.She walked to the sofa and sat down, but her soul was still standing there.Immediately afterwards, she heard the sound of the study door opening. Fu Qinfeng stood five meters away and said, "I'm sorry...the boss asked me for confirmation, but I didn't say anything, but my reaction betrayed me."

Qu Lebai shook her head lightly, and said, "It has nothing to do with you, is your essay going well?"

Fu Qinfeng didn't answer this question, but walked in front of Qu Lebai, picked up a few documents on the coffee table, handed them to Qu Lebai and said, "The boss brought them here too."

Qu Lebai's brain basically went on strike. Seeing that the strokes could not be formed into words, he could only ask Fu Qinfeng in confusion: "What is this?"

Fu Qinfeng said: "The big boss urged you to come over for the few books that have not yet received the final payment. She knew that you contacted the film and television company because of your nephew's illness, so she tried her best to get you cash."

Why do you have to keep a little tenderness and warmth when you are doing something that is obviously breaking up?

"The announcement on the Internet...was not decided by the boss. She negotiated with the publishing house, but the publisher felt that this matter violated the principle, so don't blame the boss..." Fu Qinfeng said: "The boss also explained I, if your nephew is short of money for medical treatment, tell her, she has millions to lend."

Qu Lebai was taken aback, and said, "Where does she have money?!"

Then I remembered, oh, the boss is going to marry his boyfriend this year, and he was excited to show off to himself that he had saved enough down payment.

But...has the boss already made such a decision?

Qu Lebai rubbed the center of her brows, feeling that her mood became more and more complicated, and she couldn't figure out one, two, three, and four in an orderly manner.

Bosses, readers, parents, sister-in-law and nephew, Fu Qinfeng...

All kinds of people appeared in his mind, and Qu Lebai even forgot his own name.

After a while, she reached out her hand to Qinfeng and said, "Can I post a Weibo?"

Fu Qinfeng obediently handed over the phone, Qu Lebai typed a few words on the screen, then returned it, smiled and said to Fu Qinfeng: "I wish you young forever, I wish you better and better writing."

Dingling, a new Weibo was refreshed and appeared on countless people's homepages.

@一次春: There will be no date in the future.