CHAPTER 1017: CHAPTER 759: BO ZHI 10

Actually, there is still a competitive relationship between the deputy editors-in-chief.

Everyone doesn’t quite get along.

No one is more kind-hearted than the other.

With Meisha facing setbacks, many people watched the drama, and Wu Tong was among the first to get the news.

She called Meisha into the office. Meisha entered, closed the door, her face was hard to read, yet it was clear she was very displeased.

Wu Tong was even more displeased, and she said, "I asked you to interview Bo Zhi, not expecting an immediate success,

but at least to open a path, making subsequent work smoother. I didn’t think;

the way you handled things was surprising and very disappointing to me."

Meisha’s expression changed slightly. It’s not the first day as colleagues; everyone knows what kind of person Wu Tong is.

But thinking about her relationship with Tong Feng and Chairman Tong,

she felt a deep grievance inside but didn’t dare to show it, fearing it might bring trouble upon herself.

Yet, Wu Tong sometimes became so rigorous that it bordered on harshness, making you wake up terrified by nightmares because of her criticisms.

One couldn’t say Meisha wasn’t capable; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been promoted to deputy editor-in-chief.

Even if she has no real power, experience is still needed, right?

So, Meisha is considered a powerful journalist at Mingjiang, having covered some high-profile interviews.

Meisha’s face turned pale under Wu Tong’s criticism, and she was at a loss for words, lowering her head, "Editor Wu, this time;

it was indeed due to my mishandling that Bo Zhi couldn’t accept it, but please rest assured;

give me three more days, and I will surely find a breakthrough."

Wu Tong looked at her seriously and asked, "Oh, and what if you can’t find that breakthrough? Anyone can make big claims without teeth to back them up."

The implication was that without consequences for failure, what was the point of this gamble?

Everyone at Mingjiang knew it wouldn’t be wise to make a bet with Wu Tong lightly, for they would always end up at a loss.

Meisha was alarmed at her quick promise, realizing she might not even have the chance to say more.

So she bit her lip and said, "Editor Wu, if I can’t find a breakthrough, then all the workload on hand;

I’ll credit all the achievements to you, does that sound fine?"

Wu Tong tapped her fingers against the desk, showing no expression, and anyone unfamiliar with her might think she didn’t care about such things.

But after working with her all these years, how could Meisha not understand Wu Tong?

She knew that Wu Tong’s hesitation meant she was accepting the gamble.

Her heart immediately turned cold.

Mingjiang thrived on business bonuses, and throughout the year, everyone hoped to earn those commissions.

Commissions and performance were calculated based on sales volume and content read-through rates.

If she pinned all her upcoming workload on Wu Tong, it would mean working half a year for nothing.

In the past few months, the magazines she worked on had a slight dip in sales volume.

This year has been particularly tough.

Wu Tong looked up at Meisha, seemingly offhandedly asking, "Is this truly your intention? If you’re not sincere, it isn’t necessary."

Meisha hung her head, "What’s said is like water spilled, Editor Wu, please don’t dwell on it."

Wu Tong acknowledged with a sound, "Alright then, I’ll bet with you."

Meisha walked out of the office, her face ashen and bloodless.

The other deputy editors didn’t know what happened, but Mou Wen could guess a bit.

However, she didn’t care.

Her fingers clattered on the keyboard, seemingly drafting an article, then one deputy editor tilted her head halfway to look at Mou Wen across.

She asked, "Xiaomou, the interview with the young master of the Bo family you mentioned earlier, is it your job?"

Mou Wen paused her fingers and answered with a nod, "Yes."

The deputy editor beamed at Mou Wen and then asked, "Xiaomou, could you let me take that interview?"

This year she had the worst performance among the four and thought that she was being shameless enough to ask.

Considering they were all deputy editors, Mou Wen might feel bad refusing, right?

And since Mou Wen had already negotiated the interview, she could just go directly, claiming Mou Wen didn’t have the time, letting her substitute.

"Xiaomou, I only want twenty percent of the commission, the rest is all yours, how about that?"

Mou Wen looked up, a cold sneer without any expression, "Do I seem easily fooled to you?"

"What?"

The deputy editor hadn’t expected such a reply, and Mou Wen stared at her face, full of displeasure, "I’m quite poor;

I’m not inclined to give things away lightly;