After the divorce from the scumbag his father, he had a puppy

At the regular meeting on Monday, the director finished talking about the daily affairs, and mentioned that there are two new projects that need to be assigned a person in charge.

One is the production of the third season of "Firefly", which focuses on warmth and healing, and the other is the production of "Reincarnation", which focuses on adventure and imagination.

"Zhang Mu, and Chen Qingrui." The director called by name: "I'm going to let the two of you be in charge. Let's see which project you are more qualified for?"

Zhang Mu has not been in the company for a long time, but his various abilities are obvious to all. He has also been in charge of many projects before and has enough experience, so no one has any objection to the director's appointment of him to be in charge of the project.

As soon as the director finished speaking, Meng He quickly reminded in a low voice: "Choose "Firefly" quickly."

Not only Meng He, everyone was staring at "Firefly".

"Firefly" has accumulated a lot of popularity in the first two seasons. Although there is no big hit, there is still traffic. As long as the third season starts, there will be an influx of viewers.

"Reincarnation" is on the contrary. Its theme is very unpopular, and its production is very difficult. It has no traffic and popularity, and it is extremely difficult to do well.

As if afraid of being snatched away by Zhang Mu, Chen Qingrui hurriedly said: "I choose "Firefly". I have followed this anime for a while before, and I know it better, and I think I am more competent."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Mu provocatively, his face full of certainty.

The director asked: "Zhang Mu, what do you think?"

"No problem, then I will be in charge of "Reincarnation." Zhang Mu said casually, looking at the project plan of "Reincarnation".

For him, there is no difference between "Firefly" and "Reincarnation", but "Reincarnation" is more challenging.

He likes challenging things.

After the meeting ended, Meng He said worriedly: "You should choose "Firefly". "Reincarnation" is too difficult, and it is still an interstellar theme. If the scene collapses, it will be over."

Zhang Mu flipped through the plan, the more he looked at it, the more moved he became, he shook his head and said nothing.

They walked behind and left the meeting room only to find that Chen Qingrui hadn't gone far, as if he was waiting for Zhang Mu intentionally.

"I want to fly before I learn how to run." Chen Qingrui looked at Zhang Mu sarcastically: "Don't think that you can learn everything in a small company, you are still far away."

Zhang Mu rubbed his ears: "Are you talking to me?"

Chen Qingrui glared at him angrily.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I thought there was a dog barking just now, so I didn't hear it clearly. Would you like to say it again?"

"You dare to scold me?!"

"I didn't scold you, it was you who checked in."

Chen Qingrui was in a hurry: "You don't know what's going on yet, I think you can still be arrogant when you get "Reincarnation"! Just wait and see, I'll wait and see how you fall!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, full of arrogance and domineering, he didn't pay attention to Zhang Mu at all.

Zhang Mu lowered his eyes, smiled lightly, and suddenly raised his head to look at Chen Qingrui's back, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to make a bet?"

Chen Qingrui stopped in his tracks and asked, "What are you betting on?"

"Just bet on these two events, and the loser will stand at the door of the company and learn how to bark like a dog." Zhang Mu raised his eyebrows after finishing speaking, and said fiercely, "Do you dare?"

Chen Qingrui was a little hesitant, but he didn't want to admit it. He bit the bullet and said, "I'm sure I'll win. If you don't dare, just bet."

"Okay." Zhang Mu shook his phone with a smile: "I recorded everything you just said, don't regret it then."

"I don't know who will regret it!" Chen Qingrui said harshly, but he felt a little uneasy.

He didn't expect Zhang Mu to record, so he stared at Zhang Mu for a long while, and then walked away aggressively.

Zhang Mu stood where he was, and sent the recording to Chen Qingrui slowly, without any sense of tension.

Meng He was in a hurry: "Are you really betting with him? His project has its own enthusiasm, how can you compare with him?"

"Don't worry, what's the matter with your own heat, the audience is looking at the quality." Zhang Mu patted Meng He on the shoulder.

How could Meng He not be in a hurry: "Where did you get the confidence, what would you do if you lost? Chen Qingrui has a backer, and you are a rookie, you will only suffer if you go up against him."

Chen Qingrui's uncle is the director of the company, so Zhang Mu can't take advantage of it.

"I know you're worried about me, but don't worry, I won't lose, and it's not like I'm not sure at all, so I just bet with him casually."

Meng He really didn't know where Zhang Mu's confidence came from, but he had said so, and he had nothing to say, so he could only help Zhang Mu as much as possible when he needed it.

The original artist in charge of the project has been appointed, but many other preparations are needed. Zhang Mu also read the script of "Reincarnation" during the period to deepen his understanding of animation.

When it was time to get off work, Zhang Mu was still immersed in the script.

Meng He asked him: "Going to eat?"

"Go, what to eat?" Zhang Mu closed the script, stood up and asked.

"Let's eat Chinese food, go to the nineteenth floor."

Zhang Mu nodded.

He thinks Xiaoteng is good everywhere, there is a lounge, a basketball court, and a coffee shop, but the food in the cafeteria is not to his liking.

He likes spicy food, but the taste in the canteen is generally bland. It was okay at first, but after eating for a long time, he felt that his mouth was very pale, and he couldn't get excited about eating.

After finishing the meal, Zhang Mu looked at the fried pork with few pieces of chili, and couldn't resist taking a picture and posting it on Moments.

It is said that the food in the cafeteria is like raising a monk. I hope the company will consider more spicy people.

Meng He immediately commented: Hahaha!I really want to complain, but it's useless. Someone has already reported it, but the above said that it is light and healthy, and it is all rejected. We are still young, and we should raise a hairy life!

Zhang Mu replied: Dreams are still necessary, what if the hell happens?

Meng He: I believe you are a ghost. If I can change it, I will take your last name.

Zhang Mu firmly said: Then you just wait to change your surname, my friend.

After replying to the message and refreshing it again, he found that there was an extra like, which was obviously from Xiao Jian.

Zhang Mu was startled immediately, staring at the praise again and again, feeling a little guilty, so he quietly deleted that Moments post, blocked Xiao Jian, and reposted it.

After all, it's still not good to be caught by the boss complaining about the cafeteria.

Zhang Mu just talked about that matter casually, and didn't pay much attention to it. He was still busy with what he should be busy with, and forgot that Xiao Jian had liked it.

Who knew that when he went to the cafeteria with Meng He that day, he suddenly found that there were a lot of new dishes there, and they were all spicy, and the smell whetted the appetite.

"It really adds more cuisines." Meng He asked, covering his swollen face, "Are you a koi? It's amazing, you can get whatever you want."

Zhang Mu was in a complicated mood, he smiled and said, "To tell you the truth, I actually have a nickname called Koi."

"I accept." Meng He said.

"After the interview, how does it feel to be surnamed Zhang?"

"... Tell me honestly, do you have any friendship with the cafeteria leader?"

Zhang Mu seriously shook his head and said silently, but my ex-husband is the chairman.

But Xiao Jian asked the cafeteria to rectify just because he posted a Moments, Zhang Mu still finds it unbelievable when he thinks about it, it should be... just a coincidence, right?

But this is a good thing, Zhang Mu still has a good appetite.

After the breakup, Zhang Mu was not used to it. He couldn't hold Xiao Jian's hand, and couldn't sleep with Xiao Jian in his arms.

This morning Zhang Mu got up, opened the curtains and saw that it was snowing outside.

The snowflakes are flying, covering the treetops and the ground, covering the world with silver, which is extremely stunning and beautiful.

He picked up his phone and took several photos, and his first reaction was to send them to Xiao Jian to share the happy event with him.

But when I opened the chat interface with Xiao Jian, I remembered that they had broken up, and put away the phone in frustration.

I used to be used to living alone, but now I feel more and more lonely.

Before going out, Zhang Mu changed into a thick overcoat and wrapped himself up tightly. He also picked out a thick gray plaid soft long scarf and wrapped it twice, half covering his chin.

Every winter he is very afraid of the cold, and he has to stuff a hot water bottle under the bed when he sleeps, otherwise his feet will be cold all night. According to his mother, it was caused by his frequent illnesses when he was a child.

After brushing his face and entering the company, when Zhang Mu went to the office, he saw a group of people surrounding Chen Qingrui, as if they were looking at something, and kept exclaiming, full of envy and jealousy.

"My uncle asked someone to bring it from abroad. I said no. He insisted on sending it to me. I couldn't help it."

Chen Qingrui enjoyed the compliments, his mouth was modest, but his heart was full of pride and arrogance.

Zhang Mu looked puzzled, sat down and rubbed his stiff neck, and asked Meng He curiously, "What's going on?"

Meng He snorted coldly: "Chen Qingrui's uncle gave him a hand-painted screen, which cost tens of thousands, and he is showing off to others."

Zhang Mu nodded, touched the hand-painted screen that Xiao Jian had given him with his fingers, and was stunned for a moment.

He has always used this hand-painted screen given by Xiao Jian. When they broke up, he wanted to return it to Xiao Jian, but Xiao Jian refused.

Xiao Jian asked him to either keep it or throw it away, Zhang Mu was naturally reluctant to throw it away.

"It's just a hand-painted screen." Zhang Mu didn't take it seriously: "Do you have a summary of yesterday's meeting? Send me a copy."

Meng He nodded.

Zhang Mu received the summary of the meeting, and as soon as he opened it to read it, Chen Qingrui deliberately went around to him.

"What is a hand-painted screen? The quality of the original painting is closely related to the hand-painted screen. Only those who can't afford it can say it so casually."

He obviously said it specifically for Zhang Mu, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

Zhang Mu didn't even bother to look at him, and ignored him directly, and set up the hand-painted screen to prepare for work.

Chen Qingrui didn't get discouraged when he didn't see the reaction he wanted. Zhang Mu's silence at this time was regarded as an admission of defeat by him.

Zhang Mu has a backache and neck pain recently, and he has to pinch his neck every once in a while, always feeling uncomfortable.

He also knew that these symptoms were caused by sitting for a long time, not exercising much, and the office chair he sat on was not very comfortable.

Apart from exercising more, Zhang Mu has always wanted to change to a comfortable and ergonomic office chair.

When he thought about it, he acted immediately. He just remembered that Xu Qinghui had a friend who made office chairs, so he took a photo of the current chair to complain about his complaints, and asked him to recommend a comfortable office chair by the way.

As soon as the news was sent out, someone came over and called Zhang Mu, saying that the director had something to ask him to come over.

Zhang Mu guessed that it should be about the project, so he put down his phone and went to the director's office. He just happened to have something to report.

However, Zhang Mu never expected that his two messages were not sent to Xu Qinghui at all, but were sent to the company's general group by hand.

At the beginning, no one noticed Zhang Mu's message at all. After all, the company has a large number of people, and there are often cases of sending wrong messages, and they are all used to it.

But soon, someone who knows the goods discovered that the hand-painted screen captured in Zhang Mu's photo turned out to be a limited edition with an extremely high price and no market.

Once confirmed, the company's general group exploded in an instant.

"Is it real? Are you reading it right? Is it a high imitation?"

"Who dares to imitate? You will be accused of bankruptcy. I have been paying attention to this model for a long time, and I can testify that it is true. It is absolutely true."

"@张猫 This hand-painted screen did you buy? Can you still buy it? Or do you sell it? The price can be chatted privately"

"Ah! I'm envious! The hand-painted screen I want in my dreams! It's a pity I can't afford it, it's so sour"

"..."

So when Zhang Mu came out after discussing the project with the director, he was surprised to find that everyone looked at him differently, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were shocked.

Zhang Mu was puzzled, looked at himself and found nothing unusual, walked to the seat in doubt, only to find that Meng He looked at him strangely.

"You hide really deep." Meng He sighed.

Zhang Mu had question marks all over his face.

Meng He gave him some advice: "You haven't looked at your phone yet, have you? The message you just sent seems to be sent to the wrong group."

Suddenly, Zhang Mu remembered the message he had sent to Xu Qinghui, and quickly turned on the phone.

The first thing he saw was the news about Meng He and his group.

"I never expected that Zhang Mu is actually the boss!"

"Haha, yes! He hides it too deeply, I really didn't see it. Thinking about Chen Qingrui deliberately showing off in front of Zhang Mu in the morning, I really want to laugh, hahahaha"

"Is his face swollen?"

"Not only! He even put away the hand-painted screen, you didn't see his face just now, it's so ugly that it's almost dripping water"

"If I were him, I just want to find a crack in the ground to get in."

"It's so cool! Let him show off, it's a joy!"

"..."

Seeing these news, Zhang Mu suddenly had a bad feeling, he quickly opened the company's main group, and then scrolled up to see the wrong message he sent.

At this time, the time to withdraw has long passed, Zhang Mu looked at the picture desperately, a little bit like crying, he was full of annoyance, and he sighed, but he didn't regret that the medicine could be taken.

Worst of all, he accidentally photographed the side of the hand-painted screen.

These people are really amazing, how can they really deduce that he has a hand-painted screen based on his small side?

Zhang Mu thought it was incredible.

He flipped through the news, and then saw someone asking him if he would sell it.

Zhang Mu thought for a while and replied seriously: "Sorry, it's not for sale. The hand-painted screen is a gift from someone who is very important to me, and I don't know how to buy it."

When he typed the words "very important person", he felt his heart beating faster, the blood all over his body was surging, and his face became hot.

Zhang Mu rubbed his face and didn't continue to read the news, only hoping that those news would be drowned out quickly.

After calming down after a while, Zhang Mu suddenly remembered nervously, wondering if Xiao Jian was in the group, he probably didn't see that message, right?

Thinking of this, he quickly comforted himself, probably not, he didn't see Xiao Jian's account in the group, and Xiao Jian was so busy, he definitely didn't have time to read it.

After comforting himself a few times like this, Zhang Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Jian was indeed busy, and did not have time to read the group news, but to his surprise, Chu Erchen @ him, and specifically reminded him to read it.

Out of curiosity, he still clicked into the group. He used a trumpet, and no one noticed when he was in ambush in the group.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Jian saw what Zhang Mu said, "a person who is very important to me".

His heart vibrated violently for an instant, and a feeling of sweet joy flooded in his heart, and the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.

Very important person.

In the office, Liang Qiao, who was called to lecture because he didn't deal with the bug in time, was shocked.

Seeing the master who was full of viciousness and unsmiling, suddenly changed his smile after turning on the phone, he felt extremely horrified, a little creepy.

Master laughed?He even smiled?He was obviously going to get angry just now, and he felt like he was going to kill someone. What did he see that made him suddenly laugh?Still smiling so dotingly?

He couldn't imagine it at all.

But for some reason, I always feel that Master's smile is even more terrifying.

Liang Qiao was full of slander, so he heard the master say, "Go out, I'll give you half an hour to solve the problem."

"Yes." Liang Qiao said respectfully.

After speaking, he turned around and wanted to take the opportunity to slip away quickly.

But as soon as he got to the door, he was suddenly stopped by his master: "Wait."

Liang Qiao wiped away his tears, turned around with a bright smile again: "Master, is there anything else?"

Xiao Jian fell silent suddenly, as if he hadn't thought of words.

The longer he remained silent, the more frightened Liang Qiao became, and even his breathing became lighter. According to his past experience, something extremely terrible would probably happen next.

"Do you know?" Xiao Jian asked hesitantly, "Which office chair is easier to use?"

Um?that's it?

Liang Qiao froze for a moment, unable to understand Master's question, was it to test him or was he really asking about the office chair?

But when did Master actually care about things other than procedures?Especially a puny office chair?

Seriously recommended several office chairs to Master, Liang Qiao still felt in a trance when he walked out of the office.

He opened the rare lively group chat casually, and walked to the office while watching.

When he turned to the photo of the office chair, he stopped suddenly.

Why does that hand-painted screen look exactly the same as the one Master asked him to buy before?

Reminiscing about the office chair that Master just asked, Liang Qiao always felt that he seemed to have discovered a very serious secret.