The fate of writers

Chapter 115 Preliminary Understanding Meticulous

A true gentleman, a rare quality in this world.

Speaking of which, is she too withdrawn?Going to the newspaper office is to find acquaintances, or just sit at home and wait for someone to pick up the manuscript. Whether it is Youlin or Yiren, either of these two vests should make her popular in the circle, but the current situation is that they vaguely listen to it. her name, and she didn't know them.Jiang Ling began to reflect on himself.

After thinking about it for a minute, Jiang Ling said that whatever you want, just make friends with those you can talk to.

three days later.

Zhao Ruyi formed a bureau, including Zhou Zhou, Xie Peiling, Wen Kaili, Dong Hui, Yu Wentao, Xu Cunying and Jiang Ling.

"Thank you very much for your compliments. The editor-in-chief is a busy man and I don't have time. That's just right. Let's chat freely."

"It turns out that the eldest lady doesn't care about the editor-in-chief, and I will learn from the editor-in-chief when I get back." Wen Kaili laughed.

"As long as you like to learn from others, what are you afraid of if I have to leave." Zhao Ruyi mentioned the word, the atmosphere obviously fell, and the warm place turned cold again.

Fortunately, it was only a temporary cold spot, but soon became warm again.

Everyone around was old acquaintances, except Jiang Ling, so Zhao Ruyi mainly introduced other people to Jiang Ling.

"Wen Kaili, she's a smart learner, she's the most talkative in the room..."

"Dong Hui, a well-known talented woman, has a photographic memory and is the one who reads the most among us. The largest local bookstore doesn't have as many books as she has in her head..."

"Yu Wentao, I like making friends the most, and I'm also a gourmet, you two must be able to talk..."

"Xu Cunying, has stayed abroad, studied at the highest university in Britain, and grew up drinking foreign ink..."

Zhao Ruyi's speech was fast, but fortunately Jiang Ling was able to catch up.Wen Kaili is a cheerful person, and she has a good relationship with everyone. At the beginning, she was in charge of warming up the scene, but she smelled of medicine that could not be suppressed by a sachet. It should be that someone in the family was sick and took medicine all year round.

Dong Hui, she is very familiar with this person. Before her, she was the one who dominated the list in Yin County. She is very talented and very thoughtful.After the emergence of different opinions, it became her stage. Jiang Ling couldn't help admiring her ability to quote the scriptures and fight against the Confucians.

Yu Wentao, who loves to laugh, looks easy-going, but is actually very defensive. Such people are tired of talking to each other, and Jiang Ling feels that they can't get out.And what he was wearing, if you read correctly, it should be Shu brocade, right?Ever since the land of Shu was occupied by the Taiping Army, there were countless Shu brocades that could flow out. His family must either be powerful or rich.But such a family, why don't you leave?Zhao Ruyi is leaving.Or……

Xu Cunying is the person Jiang Ling is most interested in. College students of this era are still very valuable, and they are from the highest university in Britain. I don’t know what they studied and what they want to do when they come back. I see the gap between Dayan and Britain. Not realizing the need to catch up.And whether he has other thoughts or buds in his heart.

Zhao Ruyi put Xie Peiling at the end to introduce her. Although she had already mentioned it in the letter, Jiang Ling still listened carefully.

Xie Peiling's back was very straight, and she was wearing a black-and-white jacket and skirt. Her hair was combed simply, and she was only fixed with a silver hairpin. At the same time, there was not a trace of broken hair, and all of her hair was combed with osmanthus oil.It's not clear whether a gentleman is a gentleman or not, but the meticulousness is felt first.

How can she reasonably fish in the hands of such a serious and serious person?This is a question, Jiang Ling held his chin, Jiang Ling pondered...

(End of this chapter)