Zhao Yan looked at Jack, who covered his face with his hands on the ground and scolded him coldly, snorted coldly, walked to the side of the road to pick up the gauze and towel, and walked forward. Jack thought Zhao Yan was going to hit him, so he was so scared that he subconsciously retreated backwards, supporting the ground with both hands, looking frightened, but Zhao Yan was not interested in attacking him again.

Zhao Yan had no interest in continuing to get involved with him if he couldn't take over his tricks.

But the good mood in the morning was a little affected.

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At around 8:00 a.m., the No. 2 conference room of the Nanchang Mingwen Library Headquarters was much smaller than the No. 1 conference room where hundreds of people could sit, and the No. 2 conference room of the Mingwen Library was much smaller. There was a long conference table in the middle of the long conference room, which could only sit twenty people at most.

However, the size of these two conference rooms is the opposite of their rank.

The No. 1 conference room is usually used during the meeting of all employees, while the No. 2 conference room is only opened by the leaders’ meetings, just like today! The general manager, three deputy general managers, editor-in-chief, and deputy editor-in-chief, were all present. The lowest level of participants is an editor-in-chief like Tian Rong.

Today is the quarterly meeting of the editor-in-chief of the Mingwen Bookstore, with many topics. The meeting was hosted by Tan Qiao, one of the three deputy general managers. Tan Qiao was in his forties, and he was very bookish and his tone was plain. The meeting had been held for nearly an hour, and the topics had been over half. The conference room where more than ten people were present was very quiet.

At this time, Tan Qiao pushed the glasses on his nose, lowered his head and recited the next issue on the document in front of him.

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After reading this, Tan Qiao raised his head and looked at Tian Rong at the end of the conference table with a calm look, and continued: "Why do we miss this masterpiece when we have priority? And, what else can we do now? Is there any way to remedy it? Let's discuss it!"

Everyone in the conference room looked at Tian Rong, including Xiang Siming, general manager who had been writing something in his notebook before. Xiang Siming was about 60 years old, not tall and thin, with deep gullies on his face, but his momentum was very strong and his eyes were deep, making it difficult to understand his joys and anger.

Seeing that everyone looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, Tian Rong's face suddenly turned red. He was about forty years old. When facing his editors, he was full of momentum and had the style of being the editor-in-chief of the Inscription Book Club.

But in this conference room, no one has a lower status than him. Several general managers who can directly determine his fate were all present. At this time, the topic was pointed at him, and he suddenly became embarrassed and nervous.

Seeing that he did not speak immediately, Wang Zhixian, the vice president sitting on Xiang Siming's right hand, frowned, coughed lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Editor Tian! I remember that Shi Jian was always responsible for this author before, and you should be the clearest situation. Now let's tell you about the past when we missed "Rebirth: Great Sword of Soldiers"! Let's tell you the truth!"

Although Wang Zhixian is one of the three deputy general managers, Xiang Siming, who is already in charge of specific matters, is not an exaggeration to say that he is the chief manager. When Tian Rong doesn't want to speak, he can't do anything if he doesn't want to.

Tian Rong unnaturally adjusted his sitting position, forced a smile, and began to introduce the causes and consequences of this matter like an angry young wife.

"Dear leaders and colleagues! Ishi Jian's author, ahem, I was indeed responsible before! The child was only 17 years old. It turned out to be a student of a classmate of mine. My classmate taught Chinese studies because he accidentally discovered that the child had the talent for writing and wrote a book "Full Moon Scimitar". Uh, my classmate sent me the manuscript of the child and asked me if there was any possibility of publishing, and then we published "Full Moon Scimitar"..."

The conference room was very quiet, and everyone was listening to him, some people had known this for a long time, but some people were listening for the first time, such as the three deputy general managers and general managers present above, Tian Rong lowered his head and said this with different expressions, but in his heart, Huang Yiqing, who recommended "Full Moon Scimitar" to him, was cursed by the bloody Huang Yiqing, who had recommended "Full Moon Scimitar" to him. If it weren't for the "Full Moon Scimitar", now the book "Rebirth: The Great Scimitar" sold well, what would have to do with him Tian Rong?

When he finished speaking carefully and tremblingly, the conference room became quiet again, with only the sound of flipping through documents or the sound of flipping through notebooks.

Wang Zhixian looked at Xiang Siming, who had been expressionless, pondered for a moment, looked around at the other editors in the conference room, and asked: "Editor Tian has already said the matter, so what do you think? How should we remedy it now? Or is there any possibility of remedy? Do you have any way to invite Shi Jian back?"

Some people smiled, some were expressionless, some were closed with their eyes as if thinking about solutions, and some were lowering their heads and writing something, but no one was talking.

Wang Zhixian's eyes fell on Tian Rong again, and he frowned and said, "Editor Tian! Shi Jian lost it from your hands. Please tell me your thoughts first! If you hand over this matter to you, can you invite him back and continue to publish the book on our inscription?"

Tian Rong sighed in his heart. In fact, when Wang Zhixian asked everyone for his opinion, he knew that he would definitely be the first to answer. Who wouldn't know Wang Zhixian's habits? The reason why these people just now didn't say a word was because they all knew Wang Zhixian's habits. As long as others didn't respond, Wang Zhixian would ask whoever found a problem! If it really couldn't be solved, he would ask others one by one.

Tian Rong became the focus of everyone's eyes again. Although he was cursing in his heart, he could only bite the bullet and talk about the plan he had just thought of.

"Mr. Wang! Everyone! I have read the book "Rebirth: The Great Sword of Soldiers", and I think it has only one biggest selling point!"

Tian Rong raised an index finger and said, "That is the martial arts master who was reborn in his childhood! Shi Jian is only 17 years old, and his writing style is actually very ordinary! I think it is not difficult to make up for our losses. You only need to instruct a few authors with good writing style to write such rebirth works! They can definitely write better than Shi Jian! Jiuzhou Reading has a book called "Rebirth of the Great Sword of the Sword of the Soldier". As long as we are willing, we can have several books when we want!"

(Thanks to the Void Yuanyue, 888yang888, an old book fan, the snail rewarded 100 starting point coins, once hurt the sadness 200 starting point coins, privately touched n, Zixuan 300 starting point coins, Sanqiuzi rewarded 688 starting point coins.)

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Chapter completed!