editor in chief come after me

The weather in April is neither too hot nor too cold.Fu Yao was carrying a dark green plastic bag. God knows why there was a dark green plastic bag, and it contained two freshly picked Chinese cabbages.

Fu Yao took two steps and paused.The fingers holding the plastic bag lifted up, but the two cabbage seemed to weigh a thousand catties, making him unable to walk.He inadvertently glanced behind him, suddenly a little dumbfounded.

The place where he parked happened to be at the door of a Starbucks, and his dark green plastic bag matched the facade of Starbucks.He glanced over, and the two girls sitting in front of the French windows who were secretly looking at him quickly covered their mouths and turned their heads with a sneer.

Fu Yao didn't look bad.His mother is a beauty, and even though she is over forty now, she can still see beauty.With such a mother, his son's appearance would not be much worse.Fu Yao has fair skin, big eyes, a raised nose, and is very thin.The more regrettable thing is probably the height. According to Fu Yao's goal, it should be more than 1.8 meters, but his height only stops at 1.7 meters.

He took out his cell phone and looked at his watch, it was two forty in the afternoon.He had sneaked out of the newspaper office for more than half an hour.

Fu Yao was a junior this year, because he had no intention of continuing his graduate studies, so he packed up his mood and prepared to enter the society. It happened that a professor who usually had a good relationship introduced him to Changzhou Evening News as an intern reporter.

Speaking of the Evening News, several newspaper offices in Changzhou City, whether in terms of qualifications or strength, the Evening News is well-deserved number one.

Fu Yao has been thinking about the Evening News for a long time, how long?Since he was admitted to Changzhou University, until now.But the Naihe Evening News is like a dragon gate. Every year, countless graduates rush forward full of longing, and then are left behind by the dragon gate.

In this way, he easily entered the Evening News, fulfilled his life goal throughout the university, and everything was moving in a good direction.Do a job that you like, in your favorite company, with enough wages and enough food and clothing, and a harmonious relationship with colleagues...

It's an enviable good life.

But as long as there is a thorn inserted in the top of the good life, it will stick in it all the time, without getting tired at all.Small but not negligible—his editor didn't like him.

This conclusion was not drawn by Fu Yao, it was the wisdom of all the employees of Evening News.After the third person said this conclusion to Fu Yao, Fu Yao traced his memory. Except for the day when Fu Yao first joined the newspaper, the editor-in-chief had a few words with him. Facing himself with an expressionless face, on the contrary, he is very kind to others. Thinking about it, he is terrified.

His editor-in-chief really doesn't like him...it's a matter of course.

Fu Yao didn't plan to happily whitewash himself in front of the editor-in-chief, and it probably won't have much effect.He is now adhering to the principle of avoiding and staying away, hiding as far as he can.It is best not to infect even the editor-in-chief's line of sight.

Various figures of the editor-in-chief floated past Fu Yao's head like a galloping horse, his mouth shrunk, and he walked faster with two Chinese cabbages.

He sneaked out during working hours today. The reason why he was so courageous was because the editor-in-chief was not at the newspaper office for an interview this afternoon.He has only passed half an hour now, and it only takes 5 minutes to go back, and the editor-in-chief can't be faster than him.

Facts have proved that everything should not be too full of words.It's going to be bad luck...

"Fu Yao?" The editor-in-chief's deep voice came from behind him.

It's exactly the same as when I called him by name when I first spoke to him.Fu Yao will never forget it in his life.When he stood in the office of the editor-in-chief of the evening paper for the first time, the man only gave him two sentences.

The first sentence was calling his name questionably, just like today.

The second sentence is, I know.

And then there is no more then.

Fu Yao froze.He had already walked to the gate of the newspaper office, and the line of black characters on the white plaque was shining like crazy in this summer, mocking Fu Yao with all his heart.

"Editor..." Fu Yao turned around slowly, hiding the dark green plastic bag behind her back.

Lu Chenqian didn't speak this time. He closed the car door, kicked the car keys in his jacket pocket, and then walked past Fu Yao with his long legs and walked into the newspaper office.This skillful movement made Fu Yao stare blankly.

Fu Yao took out the dark green plastic bag behind him, took a deep breath, and settled down for a while before entering the newspaper office.

Except for the more 'luxury' office of the editor-in-chief, the newspaper office is all small cubicles. Fu Yao went up to the floor where the news section was located, and took a look into the editor-in-chief's office as soon as he entered the room.The editor-in-chief's fuchsia door was ajar, but no one was in sight.

After taking a look, he returned to his own place and put the dark green plastic bag on the ground.

Zhang Shen, who was sitting next to him, saw Fu Yao, and quickly dragged the chair over with a gossipy face. His whole face was hung on the partition between the cubicles. He said mysteriously, "The editor-in-chief just came back not long ago."

Fu Yao pulled out a document from the drawer, flipped through it, and didn't intend to speak up. Zhang Shen looked at it, and angrily slapped Fu Yao's arm, feeling like a child who was incapable of fighting, and continued: "I said you Unlucky boy, you don't want to know if the editor-in-chief found out that you slipped away just now?"

Immediately, several colleagues hid in the cubicle, pretending to be inadvertently hummed, planning to be neat for a long time.

"I said, are you lucky? He didn't even look at you when he came in! Haha!" Zhang Shen said and twitched Fu Yao's arm excitedly.

Zhang Shen had the habit of whipping people whenever he was happy, and it didn't hurt when he saw someone whipping someone, so everyone didn't mind it very much.The newspaper office and his colleagues who had a good relationship were all smoked by him.Fu Yao was the closest to him, and the one who got whipped the most.

Fu Yao's mood had already fallen to the ground, but this time he said that he fell directly to the center of the earth, and he estimated that he would fall out of the Milky Way in a while.

Zhang Shenzheng was so carried away that the door of the editor's office, which was ajar, was pushed open from the inside.Lu Chenqian stood inside, supported the door with one hand, and his eyes fell on Fu Yao accurately.

"Come here." After finishing speaking, Lu Chenqian walked back into the house, losing sight of anyone again.

"Is the editor-in-chief calling you or me just now? We were too close just now, and the editor-in-chief didn't call out our names, and sight is really hard to grasp." Zhang Shen's tantalizing gestures suddenly softened. Fu Yao smoothed out the wrinkles on the white shirt.

Fu Yao sighed deeply, don't try to hide from this matter, just now he should honestly come to the door and admit his mistake.By the way, he trampled on himself to comfort Zhang Shen and said, "Of course it's me, the unlucky child."

Zhang Shen cast a regretful look, and Fu Yao stood up and kicked the culprit on the ground - two Chinese cabbages, and then was sent to the editor-in-chief's office by everyone.

The door was wide open, and as soon as Fu Yao entered the room, he followed the editor's 'order' to close the door.

After the door was closed, the sense of oppression became omnipresent, constantly oppressing him from front to back, left, and right, and he felt as if he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.But even if there is a blood stalk in his neck, he is determined not to squirt it out of his temper, because——it will be sprayed directly on the editor-in-chief's face.

Fu Yao was standing, and Lu Chenqian was standing beside the desk, his brows were slightly frowned.

Fu Yao waited for a while but did not see Lu Chen coming forward, so he had to bite the bullet and admit his mistake, "Editor-in-chief, today is my fault, I shouldn't have gone outside during working hours, and it was when the editor-in-chief was away..."

When facing the boss, all explanations are sophistry, and the only way to tell the truth is that you are wrong and that you have made thousands of mistakes.

Lu Chenqian picked up a pen on the desk, looked at it for a while, and suddenly interrupted Fu Yao's long speech, asking, "How long have you been practicing?"

Fu Yao was taken aback for a moment, then said in silence for a moment, "There are still nine days to go, so it will be three months."

"Interns can consider becoming a full-time employee after three months." Lu Chenqian put down his pen and threw out a sentence.Fu Yao's heart skipped a beat. The editor didn't like him because he wanted to take this opportunity to kick him out of the evening paper.

"I am the editor-in-chief..." I was about to explain a few more sentences, but was interrupted again.

"You haven't made much progress in the past three months." Fu Yao's heart sank slowly, and now he was about to sink out of the Milky Way. The other party continued, "But it can be seen that before you entered the newspaper office, you You have worked hard on professional knowledge. It’s not bad for a history major to do this.” The other party still felt unappetizing, so he changed his standing posture, “You hit me directly in this matter today. Can't be tolerated. The internship period will be extended for one month, if I don't see your progress at the end of next month..."

Fu Yao slightly raised his chin in disbelief, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly irresistibly, and he said excitedly, "If I don't make progress, I will leave the news section of the Evening News immediately."

Lu Chenqian did not feel unhappy after being interrupted.Looking at Fu Yao's youthful face, he was a little taken aback.He used to have a label on Yao Yao, the label of going through the back door, and he has been unable to get rid of this label. He just kept a straight face when dealing with Yao, and didn't say a word.

"Go to work." Fu Yao got permission, and hurriedly opened the door and went out.

Lu Chen looked at him walking out in a hurry, and laughed at himself, this is just a big boy who is just going out of college.Who am I disgusting with, and because of the label issue, I am indifferent to this child, which is not something a mature person can do.

If you are so old and still engage in cynical youth, don't you want to be a cynical youth for a lifetime?

Fu Yao was in a good mood until after get off work.He turned off the computer and packed up his things, rubbing his sore shoulders.

The newspaper office counted him as late from get off work today, Fu Yao glanced at the dark green plastic bag, frowned slightly and chose to take it back to the dormitory.

He turned off the lights and prepared to go back to the dormitory.He glanced inside and found that amidst the darkness, there was still a little light peeking through the crack in the door of the editor-in-chief's office.

Editor-in-Chief, haven't you come home yet?

Do you want to ask?

This thought flew through Fu Yao's mind for the first time, but he was soon overthrown by him.The editor-in-chief didn't need his reminder at all, and his appearance would probably disturb him.

Fu Yao clarified the reason behind it, then turned around and went downstairs.

In fact, these excuses are nothing more than that, because everyone is saying that the editor-in-chief doesn't like him.And he also thinks so.

The author has something to say: open a new article!happy new year~