super item

Chapter 457
Seeing the reporters swarming in, the cameras and microphones kept poking at him, looking at the posture, as if charging to the front line with a gun in his hand, Han Qiu was startled: Fuck, these people Reporter, haven't you caused enough damage?
A while ago, due to the so-called "quality problem" in Japan, the image of the entire company has been destroyed by these reporters. Countless reports and responsibilities linger around The company's sales dropped, its corporate image plummeted, and it entered an unprecedented crisis.

It wasn't until he left the country and stopped reading these news that Han Qiu could barely see or worry.But just returned to the country, the buttocks have not yet warmed up, the reporters who are not willing to be lonely, stick to it again, do you want to live!

"Mr. Han, congratulations on your company's product winning the international gold medal. Can you accept our exclusive interview?"

"Mr. Han, I want to have an exclusive interview with you. I believe many people want to hear the secret of your success?"

"Excuse me, when will your company's new generation product be launched?"

Countless questions were thrown out, making Han Qiu overwhelmed.Fortunately, the employees in the company tried their best to escort them, and finally barely blocked the offensive of the media reporters, and drove Han Qiu back to the company.

"Mr. Han, this is the report for the past few days." Lao Huang sent a thick stack of materials to Han Qiu, his face brimming with excitement: "In just a few days, the people who asked to return the goods before , Now all are silent, the unsalable products are quickly sold out, and many people are asking, when will our new generation of tuning pianos be released, and advance reservations are required."

A new generation of tuners?How can there be a new generation of tuners?Oh, yes, the tuning piano with that filter was mistaken for a new generation of improved products.

"Wow, have you sold so much?" Han Qiu looked at the report and was taken aback, even though he knew in his heart that the success of this trip to Europe would open up a new opportunity for the company in trouble. The situation, but looking at the numbers in black and white, I also feel shocking, and my blood pressure soars.

"Everyone has worked hard during this period of time." Han Qiu said to Lao Huang: "I have already said that as long as the company improves, we will give everyone bonuses. Now is the time to honor them."

There was a burst of excitement in Lao Huang's heart: the company encountered difficulties, and everyone automatically asked for a salary cut to tide over the difficulties, but Mr. Han did not let everyone suffer; now the situation has just improved, and bonuses have started to be distributed again.Everyone's hard work is really worth it!
It's exciting to follow such a boss into the world!
"By the way, Mr. Han, many media have requested to interview you recently, which is also beneficial to our company's image and product promotion. See if you can focus on selecting a few, so that we can make arrangements on the schedule."

Hey, it seems that these fly-like media reporters really can't escape.Han Qiu sighed in his heart: When did the relationship between my brother and the media reporter become so delicate and disconnected?
Han Qiu sighed, then turned on the computer, and browsed the Internet. As expected, there were overwhelming reports on the Internet about tuning the piano, especially for the gold award and the legendary additional points, which were highly praised.The previous criticisms and condemnations were met with more intense "anti-criticism" and "anti-condemnation". Seeing such a scene, Han Qiu had to sigh: The pens in the hands of reporters are like the weather in June , change as soon as you say it...
Looking at the enthusiastic pursuit and worship on the Internet, Han Qiu once again realized the fact that in China, a person's actions can be infinitely magnified, either gods or demons, or few are truly treated as human beings .

Obviously, through this trip to Europe, I accidentally became a god. As expected, I will continue to attend interviews, lectures, etc. on various occasions in the future, and there will even be various Publishers come to your door and ask to write an autobiography, or make an inspirational TV series... In short, you are really going to make a fortune this time!
Of course, getting rich is a happy thing, but for some reason, Han Qiu always felt a little unspeakable awkwardness in his heart, and even felt that he was not as happy as when he was penniless.

In this world, there are many rich people who feel that money is a burden and mess up their lives. Seeing such an argument before, Han Qiu scoffed at it, thinking that these people are full of food and are panicking. Indifferent; but now, he himself also faintly feels this way.

The money is not bad, but life is no longer as free as it used to be. Behavioral gestures, talking and dressing can no longer be as casual as before. This feeling is like being bound by the rope of interests, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Comfortable.

But things have reached this point, whether you feel comfortable or not, you have to live on...

When it was time to get off work, Han Qiu categorically rejected the entertainment from the media reporters and went home directly.

"Big idiot, why did you just come back? We were supposed to come to the airport to pick you up, but Weiwei said she was afraid of causing trouble for you." Seeing Han Qiu's figure appearing in this already slightly silent space, Zhong Yiyi suddenly Then came the spirit, a burst of thoughts with personal characteristics: "I thought you would come back soon, but who knows, you have dragged it until now, really..."

"Yi Yi, don't talk about it, work is important." Murong Wei said very gently and considerately, and then handed Han Qiu a cup of tea that had cooled slightly.Then he reacted immediately: "No, I'm going to change to a cup of hot tea."

Han Qiu, who was somewhat tired and bored, finally breathed a sigh of relief in such a familiar atmosphere.No wonder many people say: Home is like a harbor. No matter what kind of storm you endure outside, you can eventually find warmth in this harbor...

Han Qiu's interest suddenly rose.He felt that it took him a long time to go out this time, and he really neglected the two girls; moreover, when he was at home, he opened his mouth when he had food and stretched out his hands when he needed clothes, so he really felt a little sorry.Go home today, just show them a hand!

"You two don't cook today, just stay here and wait for me to show my skills." Han Qiu snatched the apron from Murong Wei who was about to put on an apron to start a fire and cook, tied it around his waist, and grabbed the apron. Went into the kitchen.

"You want to cook? Can't you?" Murong Wei opened her mouth in surprise when she heard the news that Han Qiu was going to cook in person, as if what she heard was not a housework, but a terrorist attack on the President of the United States, Shenzhou spacecraft It's like going to Mars or something anecdotal.

"You idiot, I beg you, don't hurt anyone anymore!" Before Murong Wei could recover from her surprise, Zhong Yiyi shouted loudly: "Don't think I don't know, Sister Feifei told me I'm sorry, you big idiot, your treacherous plot will never succeed again!"

Khan, my brother's cooking skills have earned his reputation so quickly?
Han Qiu rolled his eyes, then got into the kitchen and closed the door shamelessly...

"Hmph, this idiot, really wants to get rich and kill! We will definitely not eat the food he cooks in a while!" Zhong Yiyi said to Murong Wei with righteous indignation.

"Well, okay... It's just that it's rare for him to cook so actively as a slob, so shouldn't we dampen his enthusiasm too much?" Murong Wei felt a little troubled in her heart...

But when she was a child, when several dark dishes with a smell of burnt food appeared in front of her eyes, the hesitation in Murong Wei's heart suddenly became extremely firm.

"I'm not hungry, you guys can eat." Looking at the few dishes Han Qiu cooked, no one in the world would have an appetite, and Murong Wei was no exception, but the way she adopted was relatively gentle, and everything was done in a gentle manner. The premise of hitting Han Qiu's self-esteem is not to dampen his enthusiasm.

"I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat!" In contrast, Zhong Yiyi's performance was more direct, without saving Han Qiu's face at all: "Are these things of yours for people to eat? Let me see." Pigs are about the same!"

Sweat, look at these words, it lowers the taste and level of pigs!I'm afraid even chrysanthemum pigs won't eat such food.These days, pigs also need to have dignity...

Han Qiu didn't say much, and directly picked up a piece of dark ribs, put it into Murong Wei's bowl, and said kindly: "Wei Wei, your leg injury has just healed soon, eat more bones, yes It's good for the body."

Murong Wei's eyes widened, she looked at the charcoal-like spare ribs in the bowl, and felt a thump in her heart: good for the body?I'm afraid that eating this piece will make my body sick!

But facing Han Qiu's earnest gaze, Murong Wei couldn't bear to refuse, which dampened his enthusiasm.She pinched her nose, closed her eyes, held the rib with chopsticks, and slowly sent it to her mouth.

"Weiwei, don't eat!" Zhong Yiyi was completely dumbfounded.God, this world is really crazy!In her opinion, Murong Wei's behavior is no different from killing herself by drinking DDVP!

What surprised her even more was that after taking the first sip of dichlorvos, uh, no... After eating the first rib, Murong Wei's eyes lit up, and then she stretched out her chopsticks to pick up pieces from the plate one after another. The black charcoal-like ribs are sent into the mouth crazily... commit suicide, commit suicide!

"It's delicious, you have a piece too!" Murong Wei felt Zhong Yiyi's surprised gaze, and realized that something was wrong with her eating, so she put a piece of ribs into Zhong Yiyi's bowl embarrassingly .

Zhong Yiyi quickly shook his head: I don't do such stupid things, Sister Feifei's painful lesson is right in front of my eyes!

Han Qiu didn't say a word, just sandwiched the ribs, and stuffed them into Zhong Yiyi's mouth...

Oh my god, it's delicious!

(End of this chapter)