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When Mo Guangxia rushed all the way to the publishing house, it was almost lunch time.

He met the chief gatekeeper standing guard at the door, "Mo Guangxia, why are you here now?"

Pulling out the chair and sitting down calmly, Mo Guangxia raised his eyes, "Overslept, what's wrong?"

Like this, how can it be the attitude that a rookie with little qualifications should have?

The corner of the director's mouth twitched, but he was forced to ask for something, so he could only try his best to be pleasant, "Xiao Mo, why hasn't the serial number of the book that I applied to Director Wang of the Publishing Bureau last time come out?"

It's okay not to mention this, but once this is mentioned, Mo Guangxia, who was already unhappy, will be completely blackened.

"Director, I'm not following this new book project, you can replace me."

"why?"

"..." Mo Guangxia raised his eyes and looked at the greasy man in front of him who had passed away and was slightly blessed. With a tired expression of "I'm too lazy to tell you" and "You won't understand if I tell you", he directly pulled out the file from the file folder. He handed over relevant information about a new book project, "Anyway, it's the off-season now, and there are many idlers in the club, so you can find anyone you want."

Damn, how come the newcomers don't have any self-awareness at all!The director was so angry that he wanted to use the Three Character Classic to solve all the problems, but the newcomer in front of him was not an unknown person, but Master Mo Guangxia.

On the first day when he came to report for work, the scene of Young Master Mo driving a new sports car and rushing straight into the gate is still vivid in his memory.Even the president privately told him to take care of him more than once, and anyone with a little brain can figure out why he came from a lot.

Fortunately, except for his stubborn temper and smelly face, Mo Guangxia's work attitude has been diligent and conscientious for more than a year.In the process of planning the new book, he has an appetite for big-name authors with high self-demand. Otherwise, the new book of the famous writer Guan Yao would not be handed over to their agency for publication this time.

Older gingers are more spicy.

Thinking of this, the director rolled his eyes and lowered his tone, "Xiao Mo, it's not impossible to change people. But the problem is that Mr. Guan personally asked you to be in charge of the planning of this work. He has always been very demanding. , I also hit it off with you, I'm afraid that if I hand it over to someone else halfway, it will be ruined if I make a good plan..."

Sure enough, after hearing this, Mo Guangxia in the seat looked solemn.

Seeing the director of Youmen, he rushed to pursue the victory, "This time, the marketing of Guan Yao's new work is the highlight of our agency. Near the end of the year, everyone wants to prove their ability and gain recognition in the industry. Although we don't seek any fame, who is down-to-earth?" Everyone knows who is an embroidered pillow with no appearance. You have always been strict with yourself, and you can’t give up halfway on such an important job. Try your best to discuss the issue of the publication number. What difficulties do you have? Let’s just say it, let’s figure out a solution together…”

well.Sighing silently in his heart, Mo Guangxia's still expression finally rippled.

After taking back the plan from the director's hand, he interrupted the greasy man's chatter, "Okay, I got it. I'll just continue to follow. I'll coordinate with Chief Wang as well."

"Very good. That's the working attitude you should have." The director patted him on the back encouragingly, "If you have difficulties, say work hard!"

Uh... Feeling the strange touch brought by that hand behind his back, Mo Guangxia's body stiffened, and the expression on his face couldn't be changed, "Okay, Director, you can go to your work."

My favorite tea restaurant downstairs in the office, I still don't know how to eat a lunch.

Thinking of going to the Publishing Bureau to meet Director Wang again in the afternoon, Mo Guangxia felt nauseated.

No one else knew why the ISBN issue was not approved, but he was clear in his heart—it was clear that the old man was avenging his personal revenge.

In the resplendent private rooms of the hotel, the door with excellent sound insulation will silence all the sounds in the room to the ears of the waiter guarding the door.

The old man who was old enough to be his father must have taken a fancy to this, so he put his greasy hands into his clothes, and pinched and pinched the sensitive spots on his chest.

Panting loudly, like a fat pig in heat, it pressed against his ear, "Xiao Mo, I have always heard that you are young and promising. I never thought that you are also good-looking... As long as I am happy tonight, you will be happy in the future." The journal numbers in the agency are easy to talk about.”

Hehe, it's only been more than a year since I came out to play... unexpectedly encountered the "hidden rules" of the workplace?

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been panicked and afraid of chaos, and the result would be to endure humiliation and survive to keep their jobs, or to lose their future in righteousness.

But who is Mo Guangxia?Getting out of the womb is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Immediately, he took a look at the old thing... Sure enough, the real old bird is not dead, just about to move.

Then, he started to act.

First put on a young and shy look of surprise, and then pour the old man with wine one cup after another.

After drinking until he got out of the hotel gate, the old man said he could do it on his own, and almost hit the barrier when he started the car.

So, Mo Guangxia pretended to be kind, asked the hotel to take good care of Director Wang's car, and specifically told no one to pick up the car except the director himself, and then pulled him into his own car.

Although the old man was drunk, he was full of warmth, thoughts and desires, so he sat in the passenger seat and began to move his hands and feet.

Mo Guangxia was neither angry nor annoyed, holding the steering wheel with one hand, grasping the vitals of the old thing with the other, stepping on the gas pedal with one foot, and drove on the expressway around the city leading to the airport.

One circle and two circles, and before the third circle, the old man had already vented all that stuff, and he was too weak to breathe.

Wiping his fingers on the other side's skirt in disgust, he mercilessly kicked the old thing directly into the blackened green belt on the side of the road.

He used practical actions to give the most powerful warning to Director Wang who has a dark heart: Don't bully me when I am young!

Mo Guangxia is like this. He usually behaves elegantly and gracefully, but don't fight him.Once he was annoyed, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, and only wanted to vent his anger without asking about the consequences.

However, reckless impulse to vent anger will always bring residual hidden dangers, and Mo Guangxia sitting in Director Wang's office just feels like sitting on pins and needles.

The old guy on the opposite side smiled too hypocritically, not only signed the issue with great enthusiasm and asked the secretary to send it back to the agency, but also kept apologizing ashamedly, saying that the last time he lost his morals after drinking, he hoped he would forgive him.

He rambled and dragged on until he was about to leave work, and non-enthusiastically pulled him back to invite him to dinner.

Of course, Mo Guangxia would not agree easily, but the old man actually took advantage of the booth at next year's book fair to tempt him.

"Little Mo, you know that I will be resigning at the end of next year. For me, this last expo is also the last chance to establish a monument. I will not make fun of this. Every publishing house can't wait to send professional public relations personnel to visit me every day. Squatting in front of the office door, just to get a good booth. However, such an important matter cannot be ambiguous, and the only ones who are really qualified are you, Wenlin, and that is Bohua."

Director Wang, who was sitting behind the desk and discussing the work, seemed a bit like an elder.

After such a mention, a certain memory of Mo Guangxia was awakened.Ye Xinpei from Bohua has been fighting openly and secretly with him since school.

Last time, the series of books by the famous scholar Shen Zhenghao was robbed by the other party by some means. The taste of a boiled duck flying away from the mouth has been felt once, and I don’t want to have it again.

What's more, Mo Guangxia himself is the kind of competitive person.

"I have a lot of meetings recently and I can't spare time. How about we find a place to have a meal, and I will tell you the bidding rules of the expo at the dinner table?"

Director Wang saw that his mind was a little shaken, so he further lobbied, "Don't worry, my nephew just came to visit me today. If you don't mind, you can have a meal with our uncle and nephew. You two are about the same age, so you should have something to talk about." .The child also came from learning Chinese.”

The implication is obvious, if he wants to maintain the image of an elder in front of his nephew, it will naturally not be detrimental to Mo Guangxia.

While speaking, someone knocked on the door and entered.

It was a young man in a white coat.Except for the frivolity between the brows so far, it can be regarded as personable.

Director Wang immediately smiled when he came in, and introduced, "Come on, A Yuan, this is Mr. Mo Guangxia."

"Xiao Mo, this is my nephew Wang Yuyuan."

"Mr. Mo, hello." The young man smiled and stretched out a hand, raising his handsome eyebrows in a friendly manner.

"Hello, Mr. Wang." Mo Guangxia stood up, and shook the other's hand arrogantly but not impolitely.

"I've been hearing your uncle praise you for your ability. It just so happens that I want to enter the publishing industry after graduation next year..." Wang Yuyuan turned his eyes around him with a smile, and the corners of his lips curved deeper, "I still have to talk to you a lot Asking for advice."

"It's not about asking for advice." Mo Guangxia maintained his smile calmly, and glanced at Director Wang at the side, "With Director Wang around, we will surely be able to achieve great success."

"Hehe, you two are going to keep chatting on such a hungry stomach?" Chief Wang looked at the two of them in turn with a smile, his face was full of doting on the younger generation, "Let's go to the restaurant and chat while eating."

As he spoke, he turned to Wang Yuyuan, "Uncle has reserved a seat at the Japanese restaurant you like, and we will be hosts together. Treat Xiao Mo to a meal?"

His eyes sank calmly, and Wang Yuyuan stared at Mo Guangxia, who was looking unhappy in front of him, "Uncle, it really depends on whether Mr. Mo is willing to show respect."

With enough confidence in his ability to maneuver, and with a bait as big as a book fair on his head, Mo Guangxia decided to take the risk after several weighings.

The group of three came to a famous Japanese restaurant, eating and chatting, but nothing unusual.

It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening, Director Wang said with a smile that he was tired of being old, so he said goodbye and left first.

The remaining two young people of similar age did not have so much restraint in chatting. Mo Guangxia found that Wang Yuyuan was a good talker, but he was not as annoying as he first thought.

After checking out at the Japanese restaurant, Wang Yuyuan looked at his watch with a smile, "Mr. Mo, it's still early, why don't we find a place to have a few more drinks?"

"..." Thinking about it secretly, Mo Guangxia smiled, "Alright, let's go, I'll take you to a good place."

Wang Yuyuan raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, "Does Mr. Mo have any good recommendations?"

Mo Guangxia raised his lips, "You'll know if you go there."

For Mo Guangxia to choose, the place is naturally "Grand Color".One is that this place is too much for him, and the other is that there are all his acquaintances in the bar, so he is not afraid of someone playing tricks on him here.

As soon as he entered the gate of "Grand Color", he saw Long Shao raising his hand at him in the bar from afar.He nodded as a greeting, and pulled Wang Yuyuan to sit in a corner of a relatively quiet booth.As soon as he sat down, the other party's gaze was attracted by an oil painting on the wall.

"Is this... the authentic work of JMarius?"

"I didn't expect that Mr. Wang also paid attention to the modern European painting circle. It is true that this painting was written by JMarius, a new realistic painter in Paris... Last year I planned his album to be published in China, and the press conference was held here. In order to thank The boss provided the venue, and he specially painted this painting as a thank you..."

Introduced with a little pride, Mo Guangxia turned his head to look at the beautifully framed works on the wall, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the bright and strong oil paint on the picture seemed to be an overturned paint box, and it was in a mess. ...