Tender trapping

Promotional materials are mainly for sponsors to see. Students hold activities, and the sponsorship money broadcasted is like water poured out-it is basically impossible to get it back.

Therefore, sponsors have always been very strict with the content of their activities.

"The theme of this issue of photography is 'The Covenant in the Sky', in order to celebrate the successful completion of this year's lunar exploration project." Lin Yingying carefully handed over the thumbnails of the compiled works to Ran Xu, "This is an excellent work in the class, you I also know that we are about to graduate, and this photography exhibition is very important to many people in the class."

Ran Xu responded, and put the paper materials into his arms: "Don't worry, senior sister, I will try my best."

Lin Yingying originally offered to give money, but Ran Xu refused.

He only said that his level is not stable, and if he does not do well, he still has to find professionals outside.

But Lin Yingying knew in her heart that it would be difficult to find someone who could do better than Ran Xu based on the budget of a few hundred dollars allocated by her class. On behalf of the school, he has participated in some national competitions... If it weren't for his foreign language performance, it is estimated that his name should be among the top three majors.

Although the professors spoke well of his works, Ran Xu himself was still dissatisfied... Maybe there was something other than technology missing in the works, and he was stuck at the bottleneck, unable to get up or down.

On the weekend, Ran Xu made an appointment with Zhuo Wenlang to return the key.

The severe winter has come completely, there are no fallen leaves on the street, the lonely branches are exposed to the north wind, the pedestrians on the street are tightly wrapped, and Ran Xu is still wearing the dark cotton jacket, stepping on the concrete floor with a pair of sneakers, rushing all the way to 1980.

He made an appointment with Zhuo Wenlang at [-]:[-] p.m., but unexpectedly, the professor delayed the afternoon class for half a day, so there is not enough time now.

Ran Xu didn't want to give Zhuo Wenlang a bad impression of not being punctual, so he dragged his right leg and tried to move forward as fast as possible.

The homeless man was still in the underground passage last time, squatting by the wall, gnawing on a piece of cake in his hand, seeing Ran Xu coming over, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, laughing non-stop, I don't know what he was laughing at .

Ran Xu is not used to being watched by others, because once he wants to walk quickly, his walking posture will become even more strange. It is also for this reason that he hardly played around with his peers when he was a child.

When we arrived at 1980, there were still 3 minutes before the agreed time. Ran Xu stood at the door of the store, tidying up his clothes, and was about to knock on the door when he heard Zhuo Wenlang's voice behind him.

"Xiao Xu." Zhuo Wenlang got off a black Audi and walked behind him, "Why don't you go in and wait if you have the key?"

"No, I just arrived too." Ran Xu rubbed his hands and found a spare key from the pocket of his padded jacket, "Mr. Zhuo, thank you for what happened before."

"Huh?" Zhuo Wenlang took the key from his hand, and asked while opening the door, "What's the matter?" The tone was understated, as if he really didn't know what Ran Xu was talking about.

Ran Xu scratched his head and reminded, "It was the day Sun Cheng locked me up."

Zhuo Wenlang responded, and then he came to his senses, and looked at the boy with a smile: "What kind of help is this? It's also very interesting to hear what you said about the school. I feel that I am much younger." He sighed and turned Ran Xu Take it to the house.

"But..." He wanted to say, in fact, he should thank Zhuo Wenlang for bringing his brother back to the dormitory, otherwise, he really didn't know what to do that night.

But Ran Xu was afraid that he was being self-indulgent. After all, it was only natural for an elder brother to take care of his younger brother. If he had nothing to do with him, wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to rush to tell Zhuo Wenlang again.

"But what?" Zhuo Wenlang laughed, "Whether you know how to chat, you little idiot? I said I was old, but you didn't refute me." He dragged Ran Xu into the door, took off his coat and leather shoes, Go behind the blanket to boil water.

"Of course you are not old!" Ran Xu was led by the nose by him, and after saying this, he realized that his behavior seemed to be repeatedly verifying that he really "can't chat", so he just blushed and closed his mouth superior.

It is said that a man with 31 flowers, at Zhuo Wenlang's age, has a well-managed figure and is also handsome. If he is placed in a crowd, he will be picked out at a glance, and he can't be called "old".

But when he was with him, Ran Xu really respected his elders from the bottom of his heart. He was a little scared, but he couldn't help but want to get closer... His communication skills are actually not too bad, but In front of Zhuo Wenlang, it seemed that this skill was completely useless.

He stared intently at Zhuo Wenlang, and his eyes fell on his light gray sweater, where a decorative sweater chain hung like a wild animal's tooth.

"Have you eaten yet?" Zhuo Wenlang brought hot water to Ran Xu. In the transparent glass, there was an emperor chrysanthemum blooming with the water.

Ran Xu took the tea, but quickly refused: "No need, Mr. Zhuo, I'm going to work in the store tonight, just eat a couple of bites over there."

"Minority?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Wenlang stared at him for a while, his expression seemed to disapprove, but the frown only lasted for a moment, and he quickly returned to his gentle look: "Will the work over there be very hard?"

"It's okay, actually I work in the back kitchen, so I don't have to move around much." Ran Xu focused on the beautiful big flower floating on the water, sipping his tea, "The main reason is that the working hours over there are not It coincides with the class time, and...the salary is not bad." He smiled a little embarrassedly.

"But after all, places like nightclubs are more chaotic." Zhuo Wenlang commented.

Ran Xu tensed up.

The man opposite has always been very considerate and easy-going, making Ran Xu almost forget what to say and what not to say... Zhuo Wenlang has a bookish air all over his body, and his every move is graceful. A person like him must look down on nightclubs , bars and the like.

I'm still stupid enough to explain my work in the nightclub to him, so the other party's impression on him must be even worse, right?

However, fortunately, Zhuo Wenlang didn't show any dislike after saying such a sentence. He changed the subject and chatted with Ran Xu about his usual time allocation for class and work.

Ran Xu answered one by one.

"...So, your current course schedule is not very full, right?"

"Yes, because we are art students after all." Ran Xu rubbed his nose, the tea was sweet and delicious, and he had unknowingly drank it to the bottom, "There is not much time in class, and more time in school is spent The studio or other places to complete the homework."

Zhuo Wenlang nodded, thought for a while, and extended an invitation to Ran Xu: "Then, do you want to consider working in 1980? As for the salary, I can pay you the same salary that the minority pays you."

"How can that be done!" Ran Xu's eyes widened.

Ran Xu knew in his heart that the salary of a part-time clerk in an ordinary toy store was not at the same level as that of a nightclub, a high-consumption place.

Besides, the business hours of 1980 started in the morning anyway.

Even if he was working part-time, he could only come at night and stay for a few hours. For the rest of the time, Zhuo Wenlang had to hire another clerk—that is to say, Zhuo Wenlang's proposal was simply to help him, and he arranged a free job for free.

"Mr. Zhuo, it is already very happy for me to be able to sit here and chat with you." Ran Xu was quite determined on this matter, he was unwilling to accept favors from others for no reason, let alone Zhuo Wen. Lang has helped him too many times.

Zhuo Wenlang didn't seem surprised by his refusal, he just nodded and told Ran Xu that he hoped that he would think about it carefully, and if one day he felt that Minority's job was not suitable, he could come to him at any time.

Ran Xu sat in the store for a while, and seeing that it was almost time to work, he got up and said goodbye to Zhuo Wenlang.

The man watched him walk out of the store, watched the slightly thin figure disappear from sight, turned around and walked back into the store.

Zhuo Wenlang turned on the phonograph in the corner, played with a string of beads beside him for a while, then got up and called the phone next door.

"You can change the class for that boy named Ran Xu."