It's getting cold, the president and his secretary are crazy

At nine o'clock, the human resources director of Xingyao came. After coming out of Mr. Mori's office, the three printers started together.

After 10 minutes, everyone on and off the table of All Stars placed a Gantt chart on the division of labor for the sacred real estate proposal, and spared no expense in using large characters in full color, and highlighting key sentences in red.

This is the whole company working on the same project with such seriousness and heart.

The president wrote very seriously on the last page that if the proposal is successful, everyone will get dividends at the end of the year and will also get the opportunity to increase their salary. The amount of increase will be evaluated by the human resources based on the participation and contribution of this proposal.

They are all insiders, and everyone has heard about last night's water drop event.Caring about the president's insanity and not caring about Yuan Xiang, after each arrived at their posts, they began to study the division of labor chart in a blink of an eye.

The administrative department agreed on a banner, which was hung on the company wall that afternoon.

"Take the sacred land and revive the glory of the stars."

The president has been working in the office, calling the heads of relevant departments to check on the progress every three hours.The brief of the sacred real estate was wrinkled by him. When the business director of BD came in, he saw that the president was ironing the brief with an electric iron.

The president asked: "How is the progress of other advertising companies?"

BD felt that something was wrong with the president, so he coaxed him: "Of course they are not as caring as we are. They are not as wise as you."

CEO: "In the past two days, no one in our circle has seen the president of the new business line of Holy Real Estate?"

"Mr. Sen, I heard from insiders that he took a break before and deployed his work through phone calls and emails," BD recalled, "It is said that he arrived at the company yesterday and finally showed up to organize a VP meeting at the vice president level. However, listen Said that he was still not feeling well. He rested after the meeting. Therefore, there are no pictures left."

A trace of pity flashed across Zhang Sen's expression.

He didn't expect that the person he admired so much was in poor health.

When he first entered the circle, the Holy Land was an unreachable benchmark for him; , the sacred real estate is like an unknown walker waiting for him to follow, an ever-burning lamp.

Especially now that they are delving into the sacred brief, the tacit sense of spiritual connection is getting stronger and stronger.

Sprinkle gold paper and red mud printing.The taste of the president of the new business line is bound to be high in the clouds, how can other ordinary advertisers see through such scheming.Zhang Sen believes that the material of this brief itself is a big threshold, and the proposals made by people who don't understand farts are immediately brushed out of the door.

Zhang Sen really wanted to stride to the threshold, walk up to the boss of Holy Real Estate in person, and give him a perfect proposal, the best proposal Zhang Sen had ever made in his life.

After a few meetings, the president drove to Liulichang. In the traffic jam, he put his hands on the window of the car, and finally showed the fatigue and heartbreak that the employees had never seen the whole day:

This kid Liang Fang... is really ignorant and has no vision.

Why does he have to compare himself with the sacred land.Why focus on this matter alone.Although he loves him, it's not like he doesn't know how important the sacred land is.

Furthermore, now that Shining Star is using the entire company's strength to make a proposal, and has its own wholehearted support, the probability of being selected is indescribable.The reputation and prestige gained by Starlight will no longer be comparable to any advertising company.

How could he give up on himself.

His face of resolute farewell, that scheming expression, how long has he pretended to endure it?

Is he happy now?

When the CEO arrived at Liulichang, he couldn't hide his sadness. He passed by a row of unremarkable small shops and knocked on a dilapidated wooden door.

Mr. Ding, in his seventies, was carrying a shower behind his back, watering a tree of begonias, when he heard the sound, he turned around and said, "Hey, it's so bad, it finally closed down?"

"Okay," Zhang Sen said disgustedly, "I want to buy something, you always have to help me."

"Come on, what do you want? Can I get rid of your sad face?" Old Man Ding said lazily.

The president thought he had hidden it well enough.

"Hainan huanghuali old material wooden box, hold my proposal; Indian old mountain sandalwood, smoke my paper; thick and thin lake brushes for a set, Yuntouyan's old ink for a piece; Long Shuncheng's fish maw glue , replacing the file staples..."

Mr. Ding put on his reading glasses, and after memorizing a few words, he interrupted him: "Your grandson, all you want are precious things. Are you making a proposal for the emperor?"

"Your Majesty, is it worth my effort?" Zhang Sen looked solemn, "I don't know if I want to see a man who is exquisite, clear-cut, tall and widowed, who can think highly of me... the real estate boss."

Mr. Ding suddenly thought: "Where's that intern of yours with the upturned butt? Last time you came, you told me about this, with that expression, I always feel that your grandson is going to attack him."

Zhang Sen: "He is a tool for me to recognize my true heart."

Mr. Ding: "Your heart? Isn't that just a bezoar. By the way, is your parrot still swearing?"

Zhang Sen: "Ah, you're dead."

It was three days later that I made an appointment with Suhuang.

At first, Zhang Sen read the news and saw that Su Huang was holding a concert at Gongti, which was not far from Sanlitun Lvdi Building.Zhang Sen sent Su Huang a WeChat message, and he didn't expect him to come, after all, the top class is too busy.

As a result, Su Huang sang until eleven o'clock that day, and replied "OK" to Zhang Sen. After coming out of the concert, she booked a nearby bar and waited for Zhang Sen to attend the appointment.

Su Huang has always been ostentatious, Zhang Sen is not to be outdone this time, and put on an expensive suit.

Su Huang ordered a cup of Long Island Iced Tea, and clinked glasses with the president politely, her cup was even slightly lower than the president's.

"Liang Fang has resigned," the president said first, looking at him calmly, "You didn't catch up with him, and neither did I."

Su Huang was not surprised, and lowered her head to drink: "I heard."

The president also didn't expect that people like Su Huang would know about this matter, it was just a trivial matter in the advertising circle.However, he also suddenly understood that maybe Liang Fang was very important to Su Huang's heart, which made him get these moves.

"Say something else. I'm preparing a proposal for the sacred real estate," the president stepped into the topic, "I remember you mentioned before that you are also a friend of the boss of the sacred real estate."

Su Huang's expression changed subtly: "What's the matter? Let me tell you some of his preferences, so that you can make a proposal? No. He is noble and decent at work, and hates such small private actions. I advise Mr. Zhang to act openly , compete with dignity."

Zhang Sen raised his eyebrows: "Of course not."

Su Huang refused to comment: "I told you before that I knew him, and I already let him know. He criticized me severely. He said that once advertising ideas are mixed with shortcuts, the inspiration will be filthy. He said, For your career, I also want to stay away from you. In this way, I advise Mr. Zhang to focus on his own case before making a proposal. "

Zhang Sen's eyes turned slightly, and he pondered for a moment.I really didn't expect that he, who had never met, would mention himself in this way, or take care of himself.

He explained: "I asked you out this time, of course not for the proposal."

"I heard that he hasn't been feeling very well recently," Zhang Sen said in a deep voice, "I asked for a string of golden silk nan bracelets in a very prestigious antique shop in Liulichang. It has been smoked in the tribute box under the Buddha stupa for more than ten years. By coincidence, I have followed □□ to accompany the pilgrimage under the stone of Mecca, and stayed in Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus, for 50 years. This kind of best product is very important for strengthening the body and stabilizing the soul. It is very beneficial. I also hope that you can pass it on to him when you are free."

Su Huang took over the bracelet, and she couldn't help but feel moved until now: "This...how much will it cost."

"You don't need to mention my name, and you don't need to tell him the origin of the bracelet," Zhang Sen said, "Let him just put it at home and keep it as an ordinary thing."

"I just hope that when the proposal is made in four days, everyone can see that he is healthy and healthy. Even in the future, I want to hear that he is in good health and has a happy life."