The design director skipped work

In fact, Jiang Heng is not entirely fishing, because the tug-of-war competition is real, and the branded sportswear and sneakers are also real.

It is also true that Wu Zheng is required to participate in the competition.

The other institutes of the Ninth Academy are all engaged in scientific research. The scientific research in the field of transportation cannot avoid on-the-spot surveys. They even do work such as turning switches and transporting containers by themselves. Often after summer, the faces of scientific researchers in white coats are all tanned. Black and red.

Obviously, in such matters as tug-of-war competitions, these scientific research teams with both civil and military skills can blow up the publicity of writing and designing in the office building every day.

The publicity office didn't want to win either, but just didn't want to lose too badly, at least the game was over before the referee blew his whistle.

Just such a small wish already required them to coerce and lure them, and use all the power of young and middle-aged men in the institute.

"Director, please calm down and listen to my analysis." Wu Zheng filled out his information on the registration form with a bitter face, "Referring to past experience, there are a total of [-] participating units, unless the one from the academy magazine needs a little girl to replace The team where gay men play, otherwise we will not be able to survive the first ten seconds of the first round."

"Yes." Jiang Heng continued to write the report without raising his head.

"So I think abstaining is a good choice." Wu Zheng said with a serious face, "There is only a thin line between individual heroism and stupidity. Director, what do you think I said..."

Jiang Heng stretched out his hand and grabbed the pen holder that Wu Zheng was about to sign.

"Very well said." Jiang Heng smiled slightly, "You can choose to abstain and give up your sportswear and sneakers."

"...What I said is completely wrong. We members of the Ninth Academy need this kind of solitary courage to know what is impossible to do, so that we can move forward on the road of building the motherland... Director, you let go, I will sign." Wu Zheng said sincerely.

"Are you so short of these thousand dollars?" Jiang Heng couldn't help asking.

Not to mention how high Wu Zheng's salary is, there must be five figures at the director level.

And according to Jiang Heng's understanding, Wu Zheng is a local, and his family background should be good.

"You don't want it, I don't want it, no one wants the union funds." Wu Zheng plausibly said, "What's more, the sports shoes harvested with his own hands are more vigorous to wear and run. Director, don't you think so?"

Jiang Heng: ...is a big-headed ghost.

After filling out the registration form, Wu Zheng's phone rang, and he took out his phone nervously, fearing that a new task would come, but suddenly remembered that Jiang Heng was sitting opposite him, and he relaxed again.

The porter of the bad news didn't move his hands, he was afraid of something!

Wu Zheng was immersed in the joy of "Hey hee hee hee, this new news is not for me to send a task". After reading the whole promotional text message of a certain treasure with a smile on his face, he looked up and saw a certain director looking at him like a fool. he.

Wu Zheng was a little embarrassed, and reflexively raised his mobile phone and handed it to Jiang Heng: "Brother Jiang, look! The diapers in X Mao Supermarket are only 19 yuan and 8 pieces per box now!"

Jiang Heng: ...

Wu Zheng: ...

Wu Zheng couldn't believe what he said, and hastily pressed the side button of the phone to turn off the shameful promotional SMS, but the screen was still displayed stiffly in front of Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng glanced at Wu Zheng's phone, and casually said, "This screen saver is fine."

The screen saver of Wu Zheng's mobile phone is bright red with a Mickey Mouse-shaped border on it.Some people think this color is blinding, but Wu Zheng likes the warm and cheerful feeling of red very much.

"This color is very festive, isn't it?" Wu Zheng crawled along the pole, shrieking in front of Jiang Heng.

The unsmiling director actually nodded.

Three days later, on Friday, the sportswear and sneakers for the tug-of-war were sent to each participant.

The treatment of the Ninth Hospital is average, but the benefits are very good. The leaders try to give all kinds of things to the employees. Take this competition as an example, the publicity bought short sleeves, sports pants and sneakers.

"Wow! It's the real thing!" Liang Ziqing showed blingbling eyes, "I said I had to buy a pair of sneakers recently, but I don't need to buy them now, but this outfit is really popular..."

A T-shirt with black checkmarks printed on a red background, sweatpants with fluorescent red stripes on a black background, and sneakers with a super eye-catching fiery red checkmark printed on a white background.

"It's too popular. The administration department is afraid that we won't attract angry bulls when we walk on the road." Su Jin from the customer service department looked at the tomato three-piece suit in his hand with a delicate expression.

The administration department is the department responsible for the purchase of materials in the institute, and of course they are also responsible for the selection of colors and styles of sportswear.

"What's the matter, don't you like this red?" Director Jiang appeared in the office at some point.

"No, but this color is really ostentatious." Su Jin said, after getting older, she prefers more elegant colors, at least not this kind of bright red.

"Red is festive, I like red the most." Wu Zheng proudly held the T-shirt and compared it to his shoulder, "Look, how beautiful it is!"

It's really not ugly to wear such a dress with Angkor's appearance, but it's good-looking...

Liang Ziqing felt that either there was something wrong with her eyes, or there was something wrong with Angkor's brain.

"When you're young, you can wear whatever you want. Wu Gong looks so energetic just by making gestures." Su Jin said with a smile.

Jiang Heng raised the corners of his mouth unobtrusively.

Liang Ziqing who happened to see this expression: ...?

In order not to let herself have weird thoughts, Liang Ziqing ran out of the office to wash her face and calm down.

Coincidentally, as soon as I entered the bathroom, I saw two colleagues and sisters from the administration department chatting.Liang Ziqing was new here, and they didn't know which department she was in, so they didn't care.

"Why did you choose such a red body this time? Didn't we all take the safe route in previous years?" Sister A asked.

"Hey, I was going to buy black this year, but Director Jiang suddenly came over and gave a bunch of reasons to suggest that Zhao Suo should buy red instead. You also know that Director Jiang usually doesn't talk much, and he speaks clearly when he opens his mouth. If not, I will buy red ones this year." Sister B said.

Liang Ziqing: ... the little hands that washed her face gradually trembled.

"Which Director Jiang?" Sister A asked in surprise, "Will you show Jiang Heng?"

"Which Director Jiang is there besides him?" Sister B clicked his tongue.

Liang Ziqing recalled Angkor admiring the T-shirt with a contented face.

And Director Jiang raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

She has always been adamant about integrity and not cute real CP, she suddenly has a little bit of doubt about life.

In fact, Jiang Heng didn't know why he would take the initiative to suggest buying red sportswear. He had no special preference for colors.

But Wu Zheng's childlike expression when showing off his big red screensaver to him made him feel that red is really festive.

So when Zhao Suo asked about his suggestions for this year's sportswear, he also offered seven or eight strong arguments on the necessity of choosing red.

...It's just that I didn't expect the final effect to be so shocking.

But everyone celebrates together, isn't it great?

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game day.

Among the blue, black and white sportswear of the other offices, the publicity office was full of red fruits, just as Jiang Heng expected, full of festiveness.

Among a bunch of small fire boys, a certain director and a certain director of the convention and exhibition center seemed to be particularly outstanding.

Especially Jiang Heng, he is usually unstoppable in suits and leather shoes. Although the uniforms are really good, sisters still want to see something new after watching them for a long time.

Even though the sportswear of the publicity office is ugly, no matter how ugly it is, it still has a sporty style. Wearing it on Jiang Heng, the bright red short sleeves make his complexion paler, and the gold-rimmed glasses add a bit of bookishness. , and became the top school bully that the little girls in the campus are chasing after each other.

From the corner of her eye, Jiang Heng looked at the female colleagues who gathered outside the field, their eyes seemed not quite right.

There is a feeling of being picked/lighted by the naked eye.

He took a step back subconsciously, stood behind Wu Zheng, who he knew best, and disappeared in the crowd.

Avoiding everyone's eyes, Jiang Heng finally felt a little more at ease.Wu Zheng turned around belatedly: "Why are you hiding here?"

For a moment, Jiang Heng didn't know how to explain.

He couldn't say that he couldn't bear the scorching stares of his female colleagues, could he?

In the end, it was actually Wu Zheng who found an answer for him first: "Do you want to stand in the front and back rows with me during the tug-of-war, no problem, I will cover you."

Jiang Heng: ...

What's the benefit of standing in the front row with you?

But seeing a director who had no intentions—or rather foolishly, with a bright smile on his face, Jiang Heng's mood also became brighter.

But some people are in a bright mood, while others are cloudy, just like the weather cannot always be sunny.

Almost at the same time, Wu Zheng and Jiang Heng heard someone say: "The clothes we chose this time really fell into the basin of aesthetics, and I don't even want change."

Others only thought he was joking, and laughed in agreement with what was going on with the administration this time.

Jiang Heng's eyes dimmed.

The person who spoke first was Jian Ronghui, who was in the meeting room next door.

The Conference Department is the department responsible for various conferences and exhibitions of the Publicity Institute.Every time I introduce the functions of the various departments of the publicity office to outsiders, the other party will ask, what is the difference between the conference department and the convention and exhibition center?

The answer is that there is really no difference, except that the convention and exhibition center focuses on exhibitions, while the conference department focuses on conferences, but in essence, the two departments are in a state of competition.

Jian Ronghui suddenly said this, he must know that the red sportswear this time is related to Jiang Heng, or to the Convention and Exhibition Center.

Jiang Heng was a little upset, but in the joyful atmosphere of the competition, Jian Ronghui's tone was joking. If Jiang Heng really fought back, Zhao Suo, who was standing not far away, would probably be labeled as "destroyed." Collective solidarity" hat.

That's a bigger problem than choosing an ugly tracksuit.

And speaking from conscience, Jiang Heng himself felt that this red tracksuit was indeed a bit ugly, and he couldn't bear to wear it to argue with Jian Ronghui.

Seeing that Jiang Heng was silent, Jian Ronghui felt complacent, and remembered that his director, Ju An, often rolled his eyes in anger when he came back from a meeting, and was so angry at the exhibition center, new and old grudges welled up in his heart, he decided to take this opportunity to disgust Jiang Heng. .

Jian Ronghui sighed: "Oh, how did you choose a bright red color?"

Jiang Heng glanced coldly, dissuading himself from being as knowledgeable as this kind of thing.

On the side, Wu Zheng suddenly said: "Is there any? This dress is obviously very good-looking?"

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