Chapter 3 third chapter

Am I not fashionable? (1) "I want to ask you for a favor." I met Zhu Weigang in 1998, and I was very polite on the phone.At that time, I flattered him very much, because I especially wanted to publish my small articles in his "Sanlian Life Weekly".When I write something, it is the same as when I speak. I must have an audience. If no one publishes it, I will never write it. Isn’t that the same as facing the wall? "Well, let's talk." Zhu Wei said. "Help me find an editor." "What are you doing?" Zhu Wei asked. "What are you doing? Editing things, what else can an editor do?" Since I was not clear about the division of labor between different editors of the publication, and I subconsciously felt that literati like Zhu Wei looked down on me and the publication I ran, my tone was full of The tone of the defensive attack.

"What exactly do you want? To edit the text, or to write a title." I still don't quite understand what he's talking about. "Just the one that can do both." "What column are you editing?" Zhu Wei asked. I still feel that his question is full of contempt for me. "Any column can be edited, you have to have brains, smart." I replied. "Okay, let me think about it for you." Zhu Wei said dryly, "That's it, is there anything else?" I always felt that I should exchange some pleasantries with the big editor. I was close and pretended that I was also in the same company, but he was so suffocated that he couldn't say anything, so I had to leave: "Then... I will wait for your call. Thank you."

A few days later, Zhu Wei really recommended someone. After an interview with the editorial department, it was found that this person could only spend less than half of his time working, and the rest of the time he had to meditate, rest his mind, and worship Buddha.I was so angry that I felt that Zhu Wei was putting on airs, looking down on me and ILook, and not recommending good editors to me.I want to fight him.I think that a Shanghai literati wearing glasses like him must be particularly afraid of very rough northern women, so he picked up the phone and shouted: "Why are you making fun of me? Can the editor work?!"

Who knew that this Shanghai native, who had lived in Beijing for many years, would immediately counterattack with his perfect Shanghai accent: "You don't know what kind of magazine you want to launch, how can I recommend it to you?" After making a lot of mistakes—about the summer of 2001, I finally asked Zhu Wei and a few friends to help me find the positioning of ILook again.After I can't remember how many group trainings and talks, I slowly realized that I should make ILook a good consumer magazine, not a podium for my own opinions.I just realized that I made a lot of mistakes, for example: ILook once did a round of outdoor advertising with the slogan "a magazine for smart women", which was my bad idea.This kind of slogan really hit a lot of people and scared the readers away.In fact, there are always more women who love beauty than brains, because even if some women who love beauty don't like to use their brains, all women with brains still want to be beautiful.I didn't figure it out.What's more, women choose fashion publications for clothing and beauty, for lifestyle, and for relaxation.Come to think of it, I'm the same.When we lived in New York, we used to joke that we had The New Yorker on our coffee table and People on the toilet.

It must be admitted that it is impossible for a slovenly woman to be the editor-in-chief of a women's publication.I'm basically slovenly, and it's all my mother's fault for not making me look good.I have always believed that my personality and intelligence are my greatest strengths, while my looks are my greatest weaknesses.Since I was sensible, countless people have compared the looks of our mother and daughter with regret, so that I firmly believe that my looks are hopeless. I remember in the 1980s, I had to rush back to Beijing because of business, but I couldn’t buy a plane ticket from Shanghai to Beijing, so I asked my mother for help.She found a director of Shanghai Civil Aviation, who used to be the pilot of Premier Zhou's special plane.On the day I got on the plane, I was wearing ripped jeans and a white T-shirt, sitting on the floor in Shanghai Airport, holding a detective novel with relish.Suddenly, the director's secretary came up to me and told me to stand up quickly. The director came to see me.I got up in a hurry, and when I was dusting off my pants, the director was only three inches away from my nose.

"Are you Zhang Hanzhi's daughter?" the director asked, as if surprised. mpanel(1); "Ah, I am, thank you..." Before I could finish expressing my gracious thanks, the director interrupted: "Why is it not like your mother at all..." He was talking a little to himself, shaking his head as he spoke. "Your mother is so beautiful, why...you don't look like it." Then he waved his hand in disappointment and said, "Okay, okay, you wait for the plane." After that, he turned around and left. What's worse, I was a big fat man before I went abroad at the age of 12, and my weight was even heavier than now.At that time, I used to act in North Korean movies. There was a movie called "When Picking Apples". Looking at the photo, I persuaded him, "She can earn 600 work points." At that time, I was most afraid of showing this movie in school, because my nickname was "600 work points".I am also very afraid of physical education class. I have to run 400 meters for four minutes. I will never be able to jump over the jumping goat and ride on it.I always lied and asked for leave and didn't take physical education class. The teacher wondered why this child had four menstruation in a month.