Ten days had passed since Yin Minghong met Yin Yinyin. Today, the newspaper agency finally officially opened, and Mu Qingmei finally started work as well—actually, those who had been hired had already been working for several days, but they had only just finished recruiting everyone.
At 10 a.m., the newspaper agency's third floor had been converted into a large conference room. The agency members took their assigned seats, each wearing a nameplate indicating their position.
Although it was a newly established small newspaper agency, its departments were arranged quite formally. They were divided into the News Department, Commentary Department, Culture Department, Editorial Department, Distribution Department, and Printing Department. The Printing Department members were not present, while the largest department was naturally the Editorial Department: copy editors, art editors, proofreaders, and typesetters. In this era, when nearly everything still had to rely on manual labor, the Editorial Department was practically physical labor for the mind and required many people to coordinate and divide up the work.
There was also a financial accountant, but that position was naturally handled by someone sent by the Jing family and would not be recruited publicly.
Mu Qingmei had naturally been hired. Her current position was "Junior Editor of the Culture Department"—although she really was a junior editor, wasn't that title way too strange!?
This name was definitely Jing Zhengwei's malicious sense of humor. He had no respect for people at all!
From that article for the editor examination, which had been brimming with malice yet righteous to the point of grandeur, Mu Qingmei had vaguely realized that Jing Zhengwei was a cultured man among unscrupulous businessmen, a scoundrel among cultured men, and an heir among scoundrels—arrogant, overbearing, recklessly wanton, and overflowing with superiority. He clearly looked like someone who had never been beaten down by