in the conference room

"And what do you mean?"

Ai Jun looked at Guo Li'an.

"Mr. Ai, why don't you give Mr. Sima another chance and set a standard for him. For example, if the number of magazines published by [Martial Arts Romance] before June did not exceed 100,000 copies, [Martial Arts Romance] was abolished. I think this is the best choice for you and Mr. Sima. ”

Guo Li'an was respectful, but his eyes were full of playful sweeping Sima Zhihu.

Sima Zhihu, I'll see how you choose.

"Guo Li'an, you are insidious."

"You dare to harm Mr. Sima."

"Guo Li'an, why are you so ungrateful. At the beginning, you were brought out by Mr. Sima himself. Is this worthy of Mr. Sima now? ”

The other people in the conference room instantly glared angrily, ashamed of the heart that had just thanked Guo Li'an.

"Shut up!"

Ai Jun shouted, and then a chuckle appeared on his face as he looked at Sima Zhihu.

"Mr. Sima, don't say I didn't give you a chance. The request to sell 100,000 copies of the magazine published by [Martial Arts Romance] before June is very merciful to you, what do you think of this proposal? ”

"100,000 copies? Hahahaha! ”

Sima Zhihu felt that he was so ridiculous. For one such person, he dedicated half of his life. It doesn't get much more ridiculous than that.

At this time, Sima Zhihu felt that he was like Zhuge Kongming.

100,000 magazines, this data is placed in other categories, and it is really not much. Let's just say Guo Li'an's [Youth Story], which sold three million last month.

The other publishing houses also have an average of 500,000 per month.

However, in the [Martial Arts Romance] publishing house, the average monthly sales are only less than 20,000.

It's now the 19th, and more than half of May has passed.

[Martial Arts Love] is a weekly magazine, and it can also be issued in two issues. It's a fool's dream to sell 100,000 in two periods.

This is to give a chance, but it is better to give Ai Jun a reason to dissolve [Martial Arts Love].

"Mr. Sima, don't you dare?"

Ai Jun frowned, he didn't understand why Sima Zhihu could still laugh. Thinking of his title of "Zhihu", Ai Jun had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

It's impossible, the martial arts are dead, even if he Sima Zhihu has the ability to go against the sky.

Ai Jun immediately denied his conjecture in his heart.

"Good. Ai Jun, I promise you. ”

The expression on Sima Zhihu's face narrowed.

"Mr. Sima, by all means."

"It's simply an impossible task."

"Ai Jun, you deceive people too much."

The rest of the room was excited. They didn't expect Sima Zhihu to agree.

"What's the noise? I didn't force Mr. Sima. ”

Ai Jun was full of smiles and joy.

"Thank you, at this time, it is my Sima Zhihu who should do it himself."

Sima Zhihu couldn't say it, he could feel that there was a master behind Ai Jun's designation. Otherwise, with his wine bag and rice bag, he could come up with such an insidious and vicious scheme.

"Mr. Ai, I'm old and frail, and I'm a little unwell, so I'll go back first."

Sima Zhihu's eyes swept over Guo Li'an, turned around and walked out of the conference room.

……

Shendong Longhua, a private residence.

Sima Zhihu parked the car and walked into the house.

"Come back, old man, the meal will be ready soon, you go to the living room and watch TV first."

In the kitchen, the voice of a middle-aged woman came from Rose, the wife of Sima Zhihu.

"Hmm."

Sima Zhihu walked to the living room, lay down on the sofa again, and looked at the ceiling with blank eyes.

"More than ten years like a day, is it worth it?"

……

"Old man, it's time to eat."

Ten minutes later, Ross made dinner.

"Old man, old man, eat. What's wrong with you today, I can't give up. I said you don't like that job, don't do it. There is no shortage of money at home. You don't have to run errands for their Ai family. You don't even know what the outside world says about you. They all say that you are like a dog in the Ai family. The faithful are not going to be turned into snacks in the end. ”

Rose shook Sima Zhihu, seeing that he was so tired, he couldn't help but say a few more words in his mouth.

"That's enough, woman, what do you know? If it weren't for Ai Hui, you would have died a long time ago, so why would it be your turn to break your thoughts here. ”

Sima Zhihu got up and yelled at his wife.

"What are you yelling at me? Be. Ten years ago, it was he Ai Hui who paid 500,000 yuan for medical expenses. I was able to have surgery and live until now.

But if you have worked hard for their Ai family for more than ten years, isn't it enough to repay all this? 500,000, just rely on your ability, go to a company casually. A million a year is more than enough, why not like now. ”

Not to be outdone, Rose yelled. If she knew that this would happen, she would rather not have the 500,000 life-saving money of the Ai family.

"That's enough, don't say any more. As long as he Ai's family still wants me. I'm never going to leave Zongheng. ”

"You're a brainkiller. Is my life really worth giving up so much? Back then, you gave up your martial arts dream. After so many years, you have given up on your future.

Stop the hooves, why are you so stupid. How can I Ross How. ”

As Rose spoke, he burst into tears.

She wakes up countless nights to find her husband at work, dreaming of his martial arts. In his drawer, there is always the latest martial arts book. [Martial Arts Love] is the only reason why he can stay in Zongheng.

"Don't cry, old woman. I was wrong, I won't yell at you in the future. Don't cry. ”

Sima Zhihu's people in their forties were panicked like children at this time.

He reached out and kept wiping the tears from Rose's face.

But the more he wiped it, the more tears he had.

"Stop, woo woo."

Rose hugged Sima Zhihu tightly.

Sima Zhihu was stunned for a moment, and the grievances he received in the company slowly dissipated at this moment. He reached out and hugged Ross tightly.

In my mind, for the first time, I thought that I really needed to stay in Zongheng.

……

After dinner, Sima Zhihu returned to the room, and his wife was washing the dishes at this time.

Sima Zhihu logged in to his [Martial Arts Love] receipt mailbox.

In other publishing houses, there is a special person in charge of the receipt mailbox. Only he has a martial arts relationship, and every manuscript is seen by him personally.

He didn't dare to let it go of his subordinates.

He was afraid, afraid that if a good book would be rejected by his subordinates.

Half an hour later, he read all the submissions with a disappointed face.

"What is this called martial arts, martial arts martial arts, they only know how to write martial arts, and completely ignore the most important chivalry."

"It's all fantasy."

After a while, Sima Zhihu restrained his emotions, he had already received too many such manuscripts.

Normally, he wouldn't get angry at all, but today his mentality was a little broken.

"Go and see if there are any good martial arts on the Zongheng website."

Sima Zhihu logged in to the official website of Zongheng and clicked to enter the martial arts category, but he was still disappointed.

He was about to turn off the computer, when his eyes suddenly swept over the [Martial Arts Romance] receipt mailbox at the bottom.

That mailbox is what he used to receive manuscripts this year. At the beginning of this year, he has changed his email address, and he has also notified the technical department to change the email address here on the website.

But now it seems that the technical department should have forgotten.

Sima Zhihu's heart suddenly moved.

In this mailbox, will there be any manuscripts?

The more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.

He enters his account password and logs in to his email.

In an instant, the mailbox inbox received a large number of emails.

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