He can play whatever I like

Zou Yun limped to work for a few days, and his injured toenails began to fall off, and now walking hurts even more.

Mr. Zhao persuaded him several times before and asked him to go to the hospital. While he felt sorry for the money, he began to seriously consider the seriousness of this problem.

But soon, he couldn't care less——

The design proposal submitted to Huashang was rejected for the sixth time.

This time it's not just a rejection, the person in charge of Huashang's marketing department just missed pointing at Mr. Zhao's nose and scolding on the phone——

Next time, pack up and get out.

Being scolded is certain.

Zou Yun stood on one leg in Mr. Zhao's office and was being scolded. He didn't dare to show that he was physically weak, because in that case, Mr. Zhao might be more sure that he was not up to the job.

He doesn't have to compete with Liu Feng for any performance or position.

If it was a week ago, when there was a problem with the previous five-version design plan, Mr. Zhao asked him to abdicate to the virtuous, he would feel sorry for the lost bonus, and would not have any other complaints.

Because the manuscripts he drew during that time were so ugly that he didn't even see them.

When he was very young, a couple of foreign oil painters saw a pair of his studies at that time and said that he was a very spiritual child; he still remembers the words used by the couple at that time——

anima.

At that time, he fell into a kind of crazy self-doubt, thinking that Xiao Sa took away all his inspirations.

Later, when he figured it out and stood up again, he realized that he had selectively given up on himself during those gloomy days.

After that came the rejected sixth edition design.

And he himself poured into this version of the design almost like "the rest of his life" enthusiasm, he is confident that this is a better design than the version that was drafted for the first time——

But it was still rejected by Hua Shang.

Even Mr. Zhao couldn't hold back his usual decency, and cursed in the office, but Zou Yun couldn't hear him.

His mind is full of designs.

Where is the problem?

There were some twists and turns in the first design plan, but it turned out that Liu Feng was playing tricks on it; although he had no solid evidence to accuse Liu Feng, Hua Shang found out the little pigtail of the marketing director who took kickbacks , already let people pack up and get out.

So this time, is there really a problem with the design plan?

Zou Yun didn't believe it.

He couldn't help thinking of Xiao Sa.

Huashang is a wholly-owned subsidiary of Zhenyun Group, and Xiao Sa is now the only rightful heir of Zhenyun Group...

Zou Yun didn't dare to think about it, he didn't want to make people think so dirty, especially——

No matter how you say Xiao Sa is his ex-boyfriend, he is also his first love.

Maybe Xiao Sa never really liked him, but he didn't think Xiao Sa would kill him because of breaking up.

Xiao Sa has never liked him, so why bother?

Mr. Zhao scolded him so much that he was tired, and while he sat down and drank some tea to moisten his throat, the secretary came in and made a call.

Zou Yun watched Mr. Zhao's expression change several times a second, and finally pressed the answer button in trepidation.

After answering the call, Mr. Zhao's complexion visibly improved. Even though he couldn't see the other end of the phone at all, he still smiled and nodded repeatedly.

Zou Yun looked at it, heaved a sigh of relief, and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead.

It's not because of anything else, he only has one leg to bear the force, and he's almost trembling when he stands.

Mr. Zhao hung up the phone, and when he looked up at Zou Yun again, his tone of address changed.

"Little Zou, why don't you sit down and talk because you have bad legs?" He even stood up and pulled a chair for Zou Yun to sit down. "I was also out of breath just now, and you didn't know to remind me."

"Mr. Zhao..." Zou Yun was terrified by this wave of face-changing for no reason, and was about to get up while holding on to the armrest, "I...I, it's okay..."

"Sit, sit." Mr. Zhao patted Zou Yun's shoulder, seeing Zou Yun shrinking back in embarrassment, he was not angry, "Do you know who called just now?"

"Hua, Hua Shang?" Zou Yun replied tentatively.

Although he wasn't very smart, Hua Shang's case was probably the only one that could influence Mr. Zhao's mood.

"I've already said—" Mr. Zhao nodded affirmatively, "You're still very smart!"

"He's the person in charge of Huashang!"

Zou Yun blurted out in doubt: "The director changed again?"

Huashang's marketing director has only been changed for a few months, so is he changing again?

"No, no, no—" Mr. Zhao waved his hand, "He's the general manager of Huashang, the person in charge!"

"Hua Shang paid unprecedented attention to the lipstick series we are making now. The new person in charge called him as soon as he took office, and wanted to meet the designer."

"The other side said that they were very satisfied with your last design plan, so I hope to communicate with you about the design concept in person, and see where the problem is in this plan."

Zou Yun just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Mr. Zhao say: "I'll ask the secretary to send the address to your mobile phone, and you'll pack up and go there right away."

The periphery of Yintan Bar Street is a coastal road, which connects the old business district at the end of the road, and is the absolute core CBD of Guanhai City.

Building houses in such a place where the land is very expensive is an absolute elite rich area; especially the high-end community Guanhai Yipin, where the unit price of houses exceeds 20 square meters.

Zou Yun came to Guanhai City for college entrance examination. He was 27 to [-] years old. In the past nine years, he rarely set foot in this area because the consumption level here is too high for him to afford.

He had only come here a few times before to discuss plans with Party A. He didn't even dare to look up at a place that ordinary people couldn't reach like Guanhai Yipin.

Before, Mr. Zhao graciously insisted on asking the company driver to drive him, but seeing that the Binhai Highway was blocked like a parking lot, he didn't dare to delay. He checked the map and got off the car in a hurry.

His mind is full of design proposals, and why he failed to pass is a doubt he can't solve; these days because the proposal was rejected, he was often ridiculed by people in the company, saying that he failed to "usurp the throne", wait and see him When was Liu Feng kicked away.

He wanted to find out the reason so much, he got out of the car and took two steps before realizing that his toes were not healed, which would be painful.

Finally enduring the severe pain, he came to the gate of Guanhai Yipin. Before that, he had been wondering why he had an appointment in a community when he was talking about business; he didn't dare to ask more questions in front of Mr. Zhao, but when he was stopped by the security of the community, he After reporting his name, he was politely invited in——

It seems that the place is right.

Find the house number according to the address on the phone, it is the top floor of the Binhai building in the community.

He had never been to such a high-end place in his life. Facing the reflective wall, he sorted out the embarrassment he had just been on the way, and then respectfully knocked on the door.

Holding the laptop and materials in his arms and lowering his head, he couldn't tell which was more, the nervousness to meet strangers in his heart, or the urgency to unravel the doubts about the design plan.

But soon, there was an answer.

This voice is no stranger to him——

"Brother Yun, are you here?"

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It's started!The first wave of crematoriums is about to begin!Tomorrow let the poor little hammer attack! ! !