Small tits, he is a Yan Zhi anchor

A bad premonition slowly surfaced in Wu Yue's heart, "When will Boss Lu have time?"

He Feng raised his wrist to look at the time, and answered her after pondering for a few seconds.

"About two hours."

Two hours.

Two hours later, the enthusiasm for the official announcement has basically disappeared, and it will not help to change the photos at this time.

"Can--"

Wu Yue wanted to fight again, but He Feng interrupted her with a smile on his face.

"President Lu is busy now, please keep quiet."

Seeing Wu Yue coming down from the top floor alone, Wen Huaming's faintly raised heart fell into reality again.

"Isn't that man under your hand good-looking? Let him send a photo to make up for it, isn't it all right?"

Wu Yue ignored his gloating smile and returned to the office expressionlessly.

It is true that if Wu Queque is allowed to take the initiative to repost her photos, it can indeed save the situation and gain a large number of fans.But in the long run, this is not a good start.

It stands out too much.

Especially when Queque is still so pretty.

The weak are easy to gain sympathy, and the top-notch are also easy to be criticized.

Wu Yue knows the character of netizens too well.

She could almost predict that if Que Que took the initiative to send out photos, a series of bad words such as "green tea", "scheming", and "eye-catching" would be posted on him indiscriminately and become one of his "black materials". , as evidence of his "bad character".

Wu Yue pushed open the door of the office, sat down slowly, and his mind was racing about remedies.

She regretted it a bit, because she was self-willed for a while and stayed away from the company's rights center for more than a year, which led to her being almost isolated and helpless now.

"Om - hum -"

The phone in my pocket vibrated.

It's Queque's phone number.

"Sister Yue."

Wu Queque lay on the bed and looked at her mobile phone, which was turned on and played outside.

Wu Yue responded and asked him, "Did you forward Weibo?"

"not yet."

"Well, don't post photos of yourself, I'll talk to someone about it."

Wu Yue frowned slightly, she remembered Song Wen, the executive director, and she was still missing a favor.

"Oh--"

Before Wu Queque finished speaking, Wu Yue took the initiative to analyze the twists and turns for him.

After all, kindness is fine, but it cannot be silly and sweet.

After Wu Queque finished listening, she was silent for about 1 minute.

He understands the truth that if a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it.

but……

Seeing that there was no sound on the phone for a long time, Wu Yue thought that he had shocked Que Que's worldview, so he didn't speak for a while, leaving room for him to accept and digest.

"So, now the public relations department deliberately blurred my photos, which caused my initial popularity to drop. But I can't openly post my photos to bring back my popularity, can I?"

Wu Queque concluded.

Wu Yue hummed, and began to look for Song Wen's phone number in the address book.

"Then it's not fair and aboveboard."

Wu Yue was taken aback for a moment, feeling that he might have fallen into a misunderstanding.

Wu Queque's relaxed voice on the phone continued.

"I just saw a lot of emoji packs when I was flipping through Weibo, and I can post one."

Wu Yue's eyes lit up suddenly, and he immediately became excited.

Posting live emoticons can not only give full play to the advantages of appearance, but also make it difficult for netizens to criticize.

After all, it was just an emoticon package.

Wu Yue immediately said: "You record a video and send it over, and I'll edit it."

"It's best to include all kinds of expressions." She added.

As soon as Wu Queque hung up, another call came in.

It is Song Wen.

"Do you need me to help? Speaking of which, I dragged the child in."

Wu Yue's voice was full of energy, without any sign of weakness.

"No, keep your favor, it can't be used up so easily."

Song Wen laughed and hung up the phone without much greeting.

It is now six fifteen in the evening.

Gathered a large number of melon-eating people on Weibo, faced with the only anchor among the new official announcements of Huanle, who couldn't see his face clearly, he became very curious.

Some netizens even published lengthy expositions on the matter.

To sum it up, there are two points: First, the new anchor named Wu Queque has offended people.

Second, the new anchor has a background, so he deliberately attracts attention in this way, and later posted refined and retouched pictures to attract a lot of fans.

Six thirty in the evening.

Wu Queque forwarded Weibo.

Huan Le—Wu Que Que: All the way together [爱心] @胡乐, thank you for your support!

[It is said that those who like and follow will get rich] JPG.

The accompanying picture is a real-life animation emoticon package: the long-haired little beauty looks pitifully at the camera and winks, with her hands spread flat, the left hand with the word like, follow, and the right hand with the word rich, with cute cartoon money stickers on the background.

Almost instantly, a large number of people flooded into Weibo, and the number of likes and comments surged.

[Tomorrow is bad]: Steal emoticons! ! !

[Fat boy happy water]: ah ah ah brother wink killed me ah ah ah ah...

[Fantasy deer but not fans]: I can be a beauty with long hair!When does the bird start broadcasting?

[Mantou]: Husband, ah no, my wife is here.

……

Wu Queque felt the faith pouring in from all directions, and couldn't help showing a smile.

There are so many people who like him.

The matter was resolved in a way that no one expected.

Wenhua sat in the office with a dark face, watching Wu Queque's surge in fans, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

Wu Yue, I didn't expect that you still have these abilities?

"Crack-"

The office door was pushed open.

Stepping on stiletto heels, Wu Yue looked at Wen Huatian at the desk with a smile on his face, but what he said was sharp and sarcastic.

"I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for such a long time. You still only hide behind your back and use some dirty tricks."

"Why? Can't you live without these means?"

Wen Hua looked at her sullenly, and laughed again after a few seconds.

"Wu Yue, no matter how strong you are, so what? I can't even keep one person. I look forward to the day when this one leaves you."

"After all, your vision has never been very good."

Wu Yue's expression was unnatural for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

She sneered and said, "You might as well worry about yourself first, because you can't even bring out a super-level anchor, and you still have the title of gold agent."

The two broke up unhappily.

CEO's office.

"Sorry, I can't do anything about your situation."

The blond, blue-eyed, middle-aged man expressed apologetic expression and informed the final diagnosis in fluent English.

Lu Xinghan nodded, not too disappointed.

After all, from the age of ten to the present, he has consulted countless experts for his insomnia problem, but none of them can do anything.

The sleepiness that suddenly surged up a few days ago seemed to be just an illusion.

My insomnia didn't get any better.

Lu Xinghan put away the test report and signaled He Feng to send Dr. Sit away.

It's only been an hour since the treatment started.

Lu Xinghan got up and turned on the computer, and began to browse through the unprocessed files.

Not long after, He Feng returned to the office.

"Mr. Lu, Wu Yue came to look for you 10 minutes ago."

Lu Xinghan's eyes narrowed slightly, Wu Yue, is that person's manager?

"what's up?"