At eight in the morning, Heaven Origin Press opened its doors.
The Grand Confucians arrived with full bellies, ready to submit their manuscripts. Chen Yu had contacted Deng Zixing and Shao Lingyun and was preparing to go with them to meet the local Inspectorate. After a good meal, the Grand Confucians felt full of energy.
Wiping sweat from their foreheads, they found that their bodies were generating blood and vitality on their own, leaving them feeling stronger.
When they reached Heaven Origin Press, they saw Editor Fu waiting anxiously at the entrance. She breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of them.
She hurried forward, pressed her palms together, and said guiltily, "I'm so sorry. I worked overtime after the meeting last night, and it only occurred to me this morning that I should have arranged lodging and meals for you. Where did you stay last night? I'll reimburse you."
"Um... we made do on the street for the night."
Editor Fu looked even more upset.
Patting her forehead, she said with reddened eyes, "I'm terribly sorry. I'm inexperienced, and I've put you all through this. Please feel free to file a complaint against me. I'm sorry."
"No, no. It's already remarkable that you don't take bribes, Editor Fu. How could we ask you to cover our lodging and meals?" "That won't do! I have to report this to Young Master Chen so he can standardize our procedures. I can't be allowed to keep causing trouble for the press."
"There's really no need. A few hundred a month as a gesture will do."
Editor Fu paused, then turned her head away in embarrassment.
If it was only a few hundred, she could certainly make the gesture.
The thing was, she had only been on the job a few days,