Passerby A, she's on top again

The memoryless nightmare in Simu's car did not attract anyone's attention, and no one mentioned the young master of the Song family who had turned into a vegetative state, but Si Yan paid a little attention.

Half a month later, Sim Mu, as the director of the Si family's design department and screen reviewer, took Li Wan to the south of the city to supervise the promotional shooting of the two projects that the Si family eliminated the heroine last year.

Because the content of the two projects is close to the national style, the selection of materials was also shot in many locations in Nancheng, a film and television base.

It was rare for Simu to be upright, wearing a well-trimmed professional suit, holding a thick stack of documents in his arms, slowly flipping through them, sometimes frowning, and sometimes muttering to the photographer beside him.

Apart from the fact that the girl is too petite, her every move seems to be so short-lived.

"I think the promotion of the clothing on the female models and male models is too dull. A little crimson should be added to match the scenery. Crimson is very representative of our country."

"But Ms. Si, I don't think it's necessary. The holographic online game we're promoting is aimed at foreign players, not domestic players, and most foreign people's aesthetics are relatively dull, or bloody, bright colors no audience."

"But we must have our own style. Although catering to the public can benefit us for a while, it is not clear enough and memorable. As long as the game is good enough, being different will not affect the game, but will add to the icing on the cake."

"Although Sijia's game is mainly promoted abroad, it didn't say that it won't be launched in China."

"It's enough to do publicity after it's launched in China." It's not that the Si family is short of the two money.

The planner heard Sim Mu's dissatisfaction with him, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and in the end his tone became a little impatient.

Sure enough, Miss Qianjin, who got her position as the design director by virtue of her relationship, thought it out as soon as she thought about it, which didn't fit the reality at all.

Hearing the disgust in the planner's tone, even a bit disgusted, Simu originally wanted to say a few more words but silenced himself, and closed the plan in his hand with a cold face.

Seeing this, the planner thought that Sim Mu had compromised, so he patted the photographer next to him on the shoulder, and said rather proudly: "Continue, shoot according to the original plan."

"Okay." The photographer nodded, and was about to move forward with the camera on his shoulder.

"Stop." The cold voice completely concealed the original softness, "Did I let you continue? Why can't you tell who is the master?"

The cold and stern voice was like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month blowing by, the planner's body subconsciously shook, and he turned his head and looked dissatisfiedly at the girl who was a head shorter than him: "Miss Si, do you have any questions?"

The planner's tone was still not good, but it was obviously more respectful than before.

"What do you say?"

Sim Mu raised her eyelids a little like Big Brother Cheap, and threw the plan in her hands onto the planner. She turned around and walked to the sofa next to her to sit down, crossed her legs, and took a sip of the coffee on the coffee table.

Hey, it's super bitter.

The girl frowned and tightened again, she put down her coffee and said clearly: "Your plan has been rejected now, and there are many things in it that I am not satisfied with, so I will make another plan."

"What? You want to dismiss my plan?!"

Because she was too shocked, the planner broke her voice, and she stared at Simu in disbelief.

"The press conference of these two projects is less than a month away. If you reject my plan now, Miss Si won't think that these two projects are played by President Si for you?"

After finishing speaking, the disgust and contempt in the eyes of the planner almost turned into substance.

When Sim Mu heard the words, he snorted lightly: "What? Didn't the Si family give you money? You can't even write a plan if you are asked to do it again?"

"Since I asked you to do something, then do what you should do. Don't take your salary and treat yourself as the boss."