Come to modern times to be a boss

Chapter 62 Three Gods

It was only after entering the box that someone was already inside. It seemed that this well-mannered middle-aged man with a slightly small belly was Editor-in-Chief Chen.

Xiao Fei gave a brief introduction, and as expected, it was indeed Chief Editor Chen, whose name was Chen Haixing, and Xiao Fei's full name was also given, Du Fei.

Several people sat down in order of priority, the top position was left to Editor-in-Chief Peng, and Zhu Quan consciously sat at the bottom, just a little bit ahead of Xiao Fei.

The three chatted casually, mainly editor-in-chief Chen and Xiao Fei were asking questions, and Zhu Quan was answering, the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

This is also a good way, Zhu Quan has come to such a far place alone, and he is unfamiliar with the place, so it is understandable to be nervous and guarded.

Not long after, three more people came in one after another. Unfortunately, Zhu Quan didn't know any of them. It seemed that Editor-in-Chief Chen and the others were not very familiar with them either. They were the masters that Xiaofei just mentioned, and they should be from other forums.

Although he is a great god, his clothes are very ordinary, with half sleeves, breeches, big slippers, and a guy wearing flip-flops, very sharp!He must have just come out of the hotel room.

In the end, it was the well-known editor-in-chief Peng who came belatedly.

"Boss Peng!"

"Brother Nan"

Everyone got up, some were called the general manager, some were called brother, the editor-in-chief Chen looked at the relationship between his superiors and subordinates, so he called the general manager; the three masters over there seemed to have a good relationship with the chief editor, and they called him Nan. elder brother.

"Sit down, sit down, you're all on your own, don't be polite." Editor-in-Chief Peng waved his hand, lifted the mirror frame, and sat down directly in the main seat.

"Old Chen, have you ordered anything yet?" Maybe it was because he was in a hurry, and Editor-in-Chief Peng was still a little out of breath.

"I've ordered, Xiaofei, you go tell the waiter that the food is ready to serve."

"Let me introduce first. The one on my left is Lao Chen, the editor-in-chief of the history editorial department, Chen Haixing, and the one who left just now is the editor-in-chief, Xiao Fei." Editor-in-Chief Peng first introduced himself, and then began to introduce the one on the right. , "The one in the red dress is the fantasy god Yueye, the moon god, whose real name is Liu Zhi; the one in the middle is the city god son Long, the dragon god, whose real name is Huang Hao, and those who are familiar with him call him Huang Ritian, hahaha!"

Having said that, several people laughed.

"The one in white is the Great Immortal God, Shadow, Shadow God, whose real name is Zhang Zitao."

Finally, Zhu Quan was introduced, "This is the new master of history, a small soldier in troubled times, Zhu Quan."

Hearing the introduction of himself, Zhu Quan immediately stood up politely and nodded each other.

"Xiao Zhu, don't be so polite, sit down." Boss Peng waved his hand, but it can be seen from his smiling expression that he appreciates Zhu Quan's modest attitude.

"Xiao Zhu is also from the Central Plains, right?" Mr. Peng raised his head and asked as if thinking of something.

"Yes, Xudu of the Central Plains."

"That's a coincidence, and Huang Ritian are fellow villagers, where is Zilong from?" Mr. Peng said with a smile, and turned his head to the right again.

"It's not far from Luodu, Central Plains." Zilong also nodded politely to Zhu Quan, as a greeting.

"Then you guys will have to meet one later, when fellow villagers see fellow villagers, both of you are teary-eyed!"

"Hahahaha, you should touch one!" Several other people also took the opportunity to boo.

Zhu Quan originally wanted to refuse, but let's think about it, forget it, I just met, there is no need, although I hate drinking, but this is unavoidable.

The food and wine were served soon. Zhu Quan didn't pay much attention to food, as long as there was meat, he was a martial artist after all, so he needed to absorb enough essence from meat.

But Zhu Quan couldn't understand the two bottles of wine on the table. The main reason was that he hadn't drunk it before. From the outside, it looked dark and red. Could it be the legendary red wine?

He had seen this thing when he was looking through the dictionary before, but he had never seen it before, nor had he ever drank it.

The number of times to deal with alcohol, that is, beer and liquor, is very small.

When the dishes were almost ready, Xiao Fei stood up sensible and began to share the wine one by one.

It can be said here that since he is the lowest rank, this job can only be done by him.

"Come on, let's raise our glasses first, let's have a clink," said Mr. Peng, holding the wine glasses and standing up.

The rest of the people also got up with wine.

Seeing that everyone took a sip, Zhu Quan also pretended to follow suit, following if he didn't understand, there was nothing wrong with it.

"Come, come, move your chopsticks, you're welcome, you're all my family!" Mr. Peng greeted everyone kindly.

After drinking a little wine, everyone was less restrained.

The masters here are basically from the grassroots, and they don't pay attention to so many rules and regulations. They just pick up chopsticks and start eating.

Although Qiwen's side is said to be a big company with an editor-in-chief, it can be seen that the relationship is very harmonious, and editor-in-chief Chen and Xiaofei are not so restrained.

Not to mention Zhu Quan, the sky is big and the earth is big, and he has the biggest meal.

Especially Editor-in-Chief Peng, who kept looking at him, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

Although he was aware of this, Zhu Quan still didn't care, and continued to stuff it into his mouth in his own way.

After sitting on the high-speed train for six hours, he didn't eat much in order not to go to the toilet. He was starving right now.

"How about it, Xiao Zhu, does this dish suit your appetite?" Mr. Peng put down his chopsticks when he was almost done eating.

"It's okay, but it's not as delicious as mine." Zhu Quan nodded and said truthfully.

"Hahaha, I heard from Old Chen that you work in a restaurant?" He also heard editor-in-chief Chen say this before, so he remembered it clearly. It was mainly because someone who worked in a restaurant could write this kind of novel, which made him very happy. is surprise.

"Yes, I'm helping an elder, cleaning the dishes, cooking and so on." Zhu Quan didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and cooking was pretty good.

"It's rare for young people to experience this kind of life!" Mr. Peng said approvingly.

"It's almost eaten, let's get down to business." Mr. Peng changed his position and leaned more comfortably on the chair.

When they heard that they were going to talk about business, everyone put away their chopsticks and mobile phones.

"Actually, it's about copyright. Your editors should have told you before that all four of your works are within the scope of this copyright auction, and I'm also responsible for them."

Mr. Peng glanced around and found that several people were listening to him seriously, so he continued, "The three of you, Zilong, shouldn't have a big problem, and your works have been fermented for several years, so you should be able to get a good price , let’s talk about it in private.”

The specific price involves commercial secrets, and it will definitely not be disclosed on this occasion.

"As for your little Zhu, are you really in such a hurry?" Mr. Peng was a little puzzled, and looked at Zhu Quan suspiciously.

"Ah, I'm not really in a hurry. It's mainly because I had some troubles at home a few days ago, so I wanted to get more money in my hands. But after the past few days, it's not so urgent." Zhu Quan was a little embarrassed Well, it’s been several years since other people’s works have been auctioned for copyright. As for my own, it’s been a few days. . .Thinking of this, my face felt a little hot.

"That's fine. After I finish chatting with them later, let's talk in detail!"

"Zilong, do you have any cigarettes? I went out to smoke two. I left home today and didn't bring them with me."

"Brother Nan, it seems that your status at home is not good?" Zilong shook the cigarette case in his hand with a smile, and then went out. It seemed that he wanted to talk about some private things.

The rest of these people started to play with their mobile phones, and Zhu Quan let himself go, staring at the ceiling, half lying down to digest food.

. . .

Ps: I'm tired!
(End of this chapter)