The design director skipped work

Tuesday, July 7, at 2:9 am.

The Ninth Research Institute, the Publicity Office, and the Director's Office of the Convention and Exhibition Center.

Jiang Heng sat at the desk, with clear eyebrows and eyes, and gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his narrow nose, showing a bit of coolness like a gentle scum.

The well-fitting black suit outlined his smooth shoulder and neck lines, and the white shirt was buttoned up to the top button, giving it a bit of abstinence, but his thin neck seemed even more slender.

With a stack of documents to be approved in his left hand and a stack of reports to be completed in his right hand, Jiang Heng sat in the middle of a vast sea of ​​unfinished items, flying his fingers towards the computer screen, busy——

Send WeChat.

-Jiang Heng of the Ninth Academy: Wu Zheng, where are you?When Wang finds you, he depends on the PPT of the Innovation Conference.

After 15 seconds, the opposite party replied.

- Nothing to contend with: Tell him I have an upset stomach in the toilet.

Jiang Heng pressed the center of his eyebrows, and answered as expected.

But today is different, because this time Jiang Heng has made an important decision:

I can no longer be used to this sloppy design director, he wants to revive the director's glory!

-Jiang Heng of the Jiuyuan: Looking for you ten times, nine times in the toilet?

-Jiang Heng of Jiuyuan: I won't cover you in front of Wang Suo anymore, hurry back to the office!

As soon as the news was sent out, the door had already been pushed open with a creak. Jiang Heng raised his head, and the serious Wang Suo strode up to him and asked, "Where is Wu Zhengren?"

Wang Suo, the deputy director of the Propaganda Office, is strict and meticulous in his actions.

Inside the Propaganda Office, there is a rule of survival that "it is better to mess with the dean of the Ninth Academy than to mess with the Wangsuo".

Jiang Heng paused for two seconds, showing a modest and polite smile: "Wu Zheng has an upset stomach and is in the toilet now."

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"Why is Wu Zheng always in the toilet recently? Eat less spicy food if you have a bad stomach." Wang Suo frowned into a word "Chuan".

He is busy with work, so he has no time to think about whether there is something wrong with such a high frequency of going to the toilet like Jiang Heng.

"Where's the PPT of the Innovation Conference? Show me." Wang said.

Jiang Heng was about to bite the bullet and say that I will do it right away, and I will go and urge Wu Zheng, when he lowered his eyes, he saw a steaming PPT file just uploaded in the WeChat dialog box, and a new message from Comrade Wuzheng a message from .

-No competition with the world: help me deal with it, thank you.

Jiang Heng pushed down his glasses, concealed his relieved expression, stood up with a smile, and made a "please" gesture to the king: "The first draft of the PPT has been finished, please take a look."

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10:20am.

"Revise the content of the text. This is the new propaganda caliber that the editorial office has just settled on." Wang said, sending a large number of documents from WeChat to Jiang Heng, but his expression was not as serious as before, and his tone could even be Said with restrained praise, "The PPT is well done."

"I'll send it to you before I get off work." Jiang Heng smiled kindly, "Thank you Wang for the compliment, I will pass it on to Wu Zheng so that he can continue to work hard."

In fact, Wu Zheng is more than good, it should be said that he is unprecedentedly excellent.From the year when computers became popular, looking at the seven affiliated institutes of the Ninth Academy, there has never been a designer as pleasing as Wu Zheng.

There are seven research institutes in the Ninth Academy, six of which focus on scientific research in transportation, and the seventh is a publicity institute, which is responsible for the publicity and promotion of the scientific research results of the above six institutes.

The Convention and Exhibition Center is affiliated to the Publicity Office, with a total of 18 directors and employees, including four in the design department. There are two main tasks: making PPT and display boards for the leaders of the institute to give speeches; completing design tasks related to the exhibition, including exhibition area planning and design, LOGO , main image, official website, publicity page design, etc.

Four people serve six research institutes, which is enough to imagine the huge workload.Wu Zheng is the director of the design department, so the burden on his shoulders is naturally heavier.

But even under such great pressure, in front of this group of leaders who are provocative and have strange tastes, Wu Zheng's draft can still maintain the framework once, the details twice, and be completed within three revisions. It seems that the aesthetics are still on the line.

It is conservatively estimated that the rework rate of the design work of the exhibition center has been reduced by 70% since he joined the post.

This is also the main reason why Jiang Heng not only did not dissuade this design director who regards skipping work as his life's work, and often finds no one during working hours, but often covers up for him in a humiliating and humiliating manner.

Jiang Heng sorted out the documents and sent them to Wu Zheng.

-Jiang Heng from Jiuyuan: Finish it before leaving get off work, only involves content replacement, no layout changes, and can be designed for your subordinates.

-Inviolate: [OK]

-Jiang Heng from Jiuyuan: Also, the little girl you recruited today is here to report.

- Nothing to compete with the world: Great, if you are not busy, please help me introduce our situation here, and if you are busy, wait for me to come back.

Jiang Heng pressed the center of his eyebrows again, wanting to remind the person opposite that I am the leader.

- Jiuyuan Jiang Heng: Where are you from?

- Peace of mind: I have an upset stomach in the toilet.

……

Jiang Heng clenched and loosened his fists, clenched and loosened, and finally gave Wu Zheng a [smile].

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16:59 in the afternoon.

The main entrance of the unit compound of the Ninth Hospital, the security room.

"Today I must find out what is that ghost that crosses the gate at five o'clock in the afternoon every day!" The little security guard who had just arrived clenched his fists and confidently declared to the old security guard beside him.

As soon as the voice fell, the time on the monitoring monitor jumped to 17:00:00.

The two people's eyes widened at the same time, staring at the screen with an attitude of wanting to swallow the screen alive.

A second later, a phantom flashed across the screen and disappeared outside the gate of the Ninth Courtyard.

"Slow playback!" The little security guard hurriedly went to the computer to operate and retrieve the video, and shouted loudly.

5 minutes later--

At 0.5 times the speed, the phantom flicked across the screen with a "swish".

At 0.2 times speed, the phantom flicked across the screen with a "swish--".

At 0.1 times speed, the phantom "s—h—u—a—" flashed across the screen, and behind him, a car drove towards the gate at a nearly static speed.

The little security guard froze angrily. Even at the slowest speed, he still couldn't determine Sombra's true identity.

It can only be vaguely seen to be a human figure, running wildly with dancing hands and feet, with black and beautiful hair dancing ecstatically on the top of the head because of the high-speed running, and although it is not clear, there is a huge smile on the face that has a sense of presence.

"Some people say this is called overtime." The old security guard said to the bewildered little security guard, "It is said that it is the resentment of researchers who work too much overtime, so they rush out of the compound on time every time they get off work at five o'clock."

The little security guard nodded in understanding.

The taxi driver, Xiao Zhang, was waiting at the gate of the Ninth Hospital. The other party made an appointment at 17:00, but Xiao Zhang was ready to wait an extra 5 minutes.

Even if you get up right after work, pack up your things and walk out of the compound, it will still take 5 minutes——

A phantom swayed past, the car door was pulled open with a "swoosh", and then closed with a "boom".

Xiao Zhang stared at the young man who suddenly appeared in the back seat from the rearview mirror, then looked down at his watch, it was 17:00.

"The end number of the mobile phone is 3139, go to Nanlu Jiayuan." The young man said, his tone slightly breathless.

The destination was confirmed, Xiao Zhang came back to his senses and responded, the taxi went on the road smoothly and merged into the traffic flow.

"Young man, do you work in the Ninth Hospital?" Xiao Zhang couldn't help asking after driving for a few minutes.

This young man is fair and clean, with clear eyebrows, natural drooping corners of the eyes, which seem to have an innocent temperament, a straight and small nose, a small mouth, and a delicate outline, which is very attractive.

But no matter how you look at it, you don't look like an office worker, but more like a student.

"Yes." The young man replied with a smile, looking in a good mood.

"Just graduated?" Xiao Zhang asked, "Intern?"

"Yeah." The young man responded, smiling and concentrating on playing with his phone.

Xiao Zhang clicked his tongue in his heart, he looked like a child at first glance, my old man is really clever.

How can old office workers rush out of the hospital to take a car after work, do they want to work!

The "intern" Wu Zheng didn't know that he had already been placed on the next month's layoff list in the driver's heart, and he concentrated on watching the new show that was just updated at noon.

Another day off work.

Wu Zheng had a happy smile on his face.

The urban legend of getting off work on time dates back to four years ago, when Wu Zheng arrived for the first time and didn't know much about it. Once when he was saving a file, his computer crashed, so he left 2 minutes late.

Just at that time, Wang Suo rushed into the office and asked, "Is there any design in the unit?" Wu Zheng, who was warm-hearted, raised his hand innocently.

As a result, Wu Zheng was forced to listen to the quarterly summary of the publicity agency that had nothing to do with him that day, and he heard 9 o'clock in one breath.

His workplace creed of "you can skip work if you have nothing to do at work, and never get off work overtime after work if you have nothing to do" has been greatly impacted.

Since then, Wu Zheng has always been on the right time. As soon as 5 o'clock arrives, he will rush out of the gate of the Ninth Courtyard at a speed that humans cannot reach, and get in a taxi that has been reserved in advance.

As the saying goes, as long as you run fast enough, you won't be able to catch up with me if you work overtime.

Just when Wu Zhengyi's past was thick with time, a WeChat message popped up from the top of the screen mercilessly.

The words "Jiuyuan Jiang Heng" made Wu Zheng's smile slowly freeze on his face.

He paused the new program in pain, and then clicked on this WeChat.

-Jiang Heng from the Jiuyuan Academy: After receiving an urgent notice from the hospital office, the Publicity Office will undertake this year's Rail Transit Safety Management Exchange Forum. It is necessary to design the conference promotional page, conference prologue, exhibition boards, and prepare PPTs for the speeches of the six leaders.

Wu Zheng struggled to restrain his urge to pull Heijiang Heng once a day.

Reason told him that Director Jiang was also innocent.

But sensibility made him poisonous.

- Stand aloof: You are such a bearer of bad news.

-Jiang Heng of the Nine Academy: ...

After finishing his venomous tongue, Wu Zheng began to face reality.

- Stand aloof from the world: someday?

It is best to give half a month for so many things. If you are in a hurry, you can finish it in a week.

But according to the Ninth Academy's consistent mission of being urgent and heavy...

-Jiang Heng from Jiuyuan: This Friday before 12 noon.

Wu Zheng: ...

He also knew that this task was very inhumane, so Jiang Heng followed a little raccoon with the expression of touching his head.

Wu Zheng didn't have any fluctuations in his heart. Can a little raccoon be eaten?

-No competition with the world: It’s better to have something practical than to post an emoji. How about you not checking my attendance for a week after this job is finished?

In his heart, he felt that this deal was very cost-effective. He exchanged seven-day attendance for a highly efficient gold medal director, and even if Jiang Heng checked his attendance, he might not go there. As long as Jiang Heng was a little smarter, he would immediately make the right decision...

Jiang Heng really made a decision immediately.

-Jiang Heng of Jiuyuan: You have a pretty good idea.

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