The King of Crossover Entertainment

The Spring Festival is the most important festival in China. When the Spring Festival comes, everyone will return to their hometown to reunite with their families.

During this period, many cities will become very lively, showing a prosperous scene with lights and colors.

But some cities have different scenes before and after the Spring Festival.

Magic City, one of the most deserted cities during the Spring Festival, is as deserted as an empty city. Few people are seen on the streets, and many shops are closed. It is hard to believe that this was an extremely prosperous city in the past. city.

But there are still many people, far away from their hometowns and relatives, who stick to this city.

One of them is Guo Chuan. He is the copy editor of the Novel Monthly and will not go home for the New Year this year.

He jumped out of the bed of a pickup truck, helped the driver close the door, and then shouted to Zheng Rong not far away: "Brother Zheng, everything has been moved to the car, you can leave."

"Okay, here we come." Zheng Rong silently said "goodbye" to the tall and majestic office building standing in front of him in his heart.

Yes, their magazine has moved to another location.

In order to obtain the reproduction rights authorization for "Maoyan" and "The Bodyguard", I spent all the money on the magazine's account. I could no longer afford the high rent of an office building, so I rented a small warehouse in the suburbs as a temporary office location.

Guo Chuan stayed at Novel Monthly for five years, and he must have been reluctant to leave. He said, "Brother Zheng, we can come back again, right?"

Zheng Rong withdrew his gaze, turned around, smiled, and said: "Every unwilling departure is for the final return."

The two of them got into the car with their own thoughts, and the driver started the car and drove towards the "New" magazine office.

After an hour of traffic jams, we finally arrived at our destination.

Hearing the sound of the car, a girl in her mid-twenties and wearing glasses ran out of the small warehouse, "Brother Zheng, Brother Guo, I have cleaned everything inside."

Zheng Rong nodded and smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaodong."

Dong Jie is the art editor of Novel Monthly. She has been employed for less than a year and will not go home to celebrate the New Year this year.

At this time, Guo Chuan walked into the small warehouse holding a cardboard box. His eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "Xiao Dong is indeed the most ingenious in our magazine. This is a small warehouse for storing sundries. Look at the background. The lifelike paintings on the wall, look at this neat and clean desk..."

Dong Jie said anxiously: "Brother Zheng, I'm sorry, I took the initiative to rearrange this place without permission."

Zheng Rong looked at it and said with a smile: "The layout is very good, it looks like a magazine."

The three of them worked for a while before they finished unloading the pickup truck.

Zheng Rong patted the dust on his clothes and said to Guo Chuan and Dong Jie: "You two have worked hard today. Let's go and eat."

Guo Chuan slumped down on the chair and said feebly: "Brother Zheng, I don't even want to move a finger now, just order takeout."

Dong Jie also followed: "Yes, Brother Zheng, you have to walk for a while to find a restaurant when you go out to eat."

"Thank you." Zheng Rong was quite touched.

He knew that Guo Chuan didn't choose to order takeout because he was tired, and Dong Jie didn't choose to order takeout because he had to walk a long way.

He was very pleased to have such good employees.

"Who said that those who are not poached are the old, weak, sick and disabled?"

A promising person must think from the perspective of a supervisor when he is an employee, and think from the perspective of a manager when he is a supervisor, so that he can gradually move to a higher position.

Obviously, both Guo Chuan and Dong Jie know that the magazine is in the most difficult period, and they can help save a little bit.

After lunch.

The three of them started working on their own.

Guo Chuan and Dong Jie began to typeset the new issue of the monthly novel magazine.

Zheng Rong went out.

Today is the day when the first issue of their monthly novel magazine in February goes on sale, and it also includes the serialization of "Maoyan" and "The Bodyguard".

He originally wanted to see how the sales were, but when he arrived at the door of the bookstore, he hesitated.

"Just wait a little longer. I'm afraid it's just been put into storage and hasn't been put on the bookshelf yet."

So Zheng Rong walked back.

When passing by a newsstand, I took another look and happened to see their monthly novel magazine.

Finally, driven by curiosity, I walked over.

Zheng Rong was just about to ask his boss how many novel monthly newspapers he had sold today, when suddenly several boys aged eleven, twelve or three ran to the newsstand.

One of the little boys asked: "Boss, boss, has the latest issue of Comic DreamWorks arrived?"

The boss shook his head and said, "Maybe it's because the Spring Festival is approaching and there's not enough manpower, so Comic DreamWorks has to stop publishing one issue."

"ah……"

Several little boys screamed in agony.

The boss flipped left and right, found an unopened magazine, and said, "The latest issue of the monthly novel magazine has arrived today. Do you want it?"

"Novel monthly?"

"No, no, no, we haven't read the monthly novel in half a year."

"In the past, the serialized novels above were barely readable, but now, they are all nonsense and have no meaning at all."

"Yeah, the writing is not even as good as mine."

"I don't even read novels when I read comics."

…

Several little boys said something to each other.

These words were neither soft nor hard. They were like a cane, hitting Zheng Rong's heart, but they hurt very much.

However, this also sounded the alarm for him. He should not just work hard. What they like may not necessarily be what readers like.

At this time, the boss saw that the little boys were about to leave, and hurriedly said: "Wait, there are two novels in this issue of the monthly novel magazine that are well written. You can take a look first and then decide whether to buy them."

"Okay."

The little boys took the magazine from the boss and sat together to read it.

After a while, one of the little boys stood up and said with horror: "Fuck, this novel is so scary, I feel a chill on my back."

Another little boy said: "Don't read this, I can't sleep at night, read the next one."

"You cowards, I think it's exciting..." The little boy holding the magazine mocked his friends, but still turned to the next one, "Hey, this is a martial arts novel."

The little boys immediately became interested.

"Hahaha, this Xiaoqi is so cute."

"Just like my brother, a little adult."

"Is this still a monthly novel?"

"I guess the editor has changed, and his vision has improved."

"The opening is quite attractive. Anyway, the comic DreamWorks is going to stop publishing for one issue, so I'll buy one to kill time."

...

Several little boys paid for a copy, and the boss was also smiling.

Zheng Rong took it all in and smiled again.

He didn't go over to ask the boss how many copies of the monthly novel he sold today, because he already had the answer.

On the way back, Zheng Rong thought a lot.

It's not necessarily a good thing to be competitive, but people must be humble and face the gap between themselves and their opponents, and don't be complacent.

It's not necessarily a bad thing to be unwilling, but you must have a positive attitude. If you are defeated or disapproved by others, you will definitely be unwilling, but remember that this unwillingness is not a reason to ignore and blindly seek change.

Not long after Zheng Rong left, another group of twelve or thirteen-year-old boys ran to the newsstand. This time, they directly asked to buy the monthly novel.

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Hangzhou.

Yunfeng's house had guests today, and they were acquaintances, Wang Defa and Ma Siyu.

Yunlin put the prepared melon seeds and fruits on the small table, and then asked curiously: "Brother Fa, my brother came back the day before yesterday, why did you come today?"

Wang Defa grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said: "I went to your brother Ma's house, otherwise he would have come back the day before yesterday."

The brother Ma he mentioned was naturally Ma Siyu.

Recently, Ma Siyu's parents have been very busy and have been discussing business abroad. They can't go home for the New Year. He doesn't want to go abroad for the New Year because there is no New Year atmosphere, so he plans to come to Wang Defa's house for the New Year and go back to arrange things at home first.

At this time, Yunyun came out of the kitchen with a kettle in her hand and said, "Brother, the water is ready."

Yunfeng took the kettle and said, "Thank you."

"Brother..." Yunyun pouted and said, "You are still polite to me."

Yunfeng just smiled and started to make tea.

Wang Defa saw that he not only used professional tea sets to make tea, but also made it in a very good way. While eating melon seeds, he asked, "Crazy, where did you learn this tea-making skill?"

Yunfeng said frankly, "I didn't learn it. I just watched a teacher in our department make tea a few times. I just copied him and learned it."

Ma Siyu said slowly, "Tea is a good thing. Drinking tea can cultivate sentiment, cultivate one's character, and forget troubles."