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"What is Happy Planet..."

I don't know what kind of mental state it is, but Yu Jianyi has already hummed this lyrics in the CEO's office nine times today as No.90.

Could it be that he thought this was his happy planet?

On one occasion, Mr. Xi, the owner of the planet, stretched out his hand and pressed the hidden button hidden by the table. Two minutes later, the door of the office opened, and the security personnel, under the watchful eye of the secretary, Ms. Lily, took him away again. Mr. Yu who was doing nothing in front of the president.

I don't know how Ms. Fu Yinwei, the big boss, put together such a group of wonderful things.

Ms. Fu herself came from a star manager, and she has a vicious vision. The first artist under her command was Zhang Wanbai, the actress who is now a god in the entertainment industry, and the last group she launched before she retired from the arena was Xingyan's current leadership team: Wall Street The non-professionals who came here, the ex-dynasties who swaggered through the market, the smiling faces, the faces of the public...

It sounds unreliable, but they are really relying on them to continue to make the company bigger and stronger and go public.

The weather in Jiangcheng today is very good, the PM2.5 index is extremely low, and the view from the top floor of Siqin is excellent. The blue sky and white clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are as clean and pure as those in Japanese anime.

Xi Zhao, who was sitting on the boss chair, was flipping through the latest selection of books on Kindle with a calm expression.

Ms. Lily is worthy of being recognized by the entire Xingyan as an all-round TOP employee in business. Although her face (after being tempered for more than half a year) was still on the verge of shattering for a second when she heard the work order, she answered in conditioned reflex. The moment she "received", she quickly entered the working state, returned to her seat, opened the last encrypted disk of the computer, skillfully found the book list that she had been hoarding since junior high school, organized it by category, and attached a short book review conscientiously In the end, I packed it and sent it to the president's mailbox.

Don't try to understand capitalists, you're done.

——Lily

There is no high or low in literature. Xi Zhao insisted on reading at least five books every month since he was a child, covering a wide range of topics. Not counting other miscellaneous talks, he has read at least a thousand books.It is not that he has never been involved in this field before. From ancient times to the present, the praise of love is an eternal topic. Xi Zhao can recite Shakespeare's classic sonnets in the original language casually, but that is only because of a spectator's appreciation. A shallow appreciation of Shakespeare's literary attainments.

Ms. Lily's reading volume is also very large. On average, for every intensive reading of "Social Contract Theory" and rough reading of "Blade", she will finish reading [-] online articles at the same time while catching the subway, lunch break and before going to bed.

But the president, who didn't know about it, began to reflect on whether he had put too much pressure on the secretary's work just by reading the book list.

Xi Zhao raised his fingertips and pressed his aching temple.

Maybe he's trying to find his answer in someone else's fictional story, which is wrong in itself.

The phone resting on the corner of the table vibrated endlessly.

It's not clear how idle Xingyan's PR department is. The director in charge is not doing business all day long, either spending time in the boss's office to make trouble in person, or being driven back to his own office to continue making trouble with his mobile phone.

Yu Jianyi just recruited fourteen up hosts on X station to watch the reaction video of Xia Zhizhu playing a game with a certain hard candy.

That day, Xi Zhao used SeanX's account to play with Xia Zhizhu for 15 minutes, and never turned on the microphone. What is surprising is that Xia Zhizhu is very good at playing games, and maybe only Xi Zhao can feel that he has been carefully releasing water for himself. .

As if he was afraid of hurting the unknown fragile heart of the dumb candy on the opposite side, except for the win after the first notice, Xia Zhizhu always hesitated quietly when he had the opportunity to knock his opponent to the ground.

And Xi Zhao, a talented player on the same level as him, watched the small star biting his lower lip and staring nervously at the screen in the small window of the live broadcast. In the end, he tacitly complied with Xia Zhizhu's wish and manipulated his cold eyes The cat pushed the clumsy bear to the ground.

But it was obviously just a game, but he felt that this scene was too dazzling, so the next time, the person who released the water became Xi Zhao again.

You push, I pull, you win one round, I win one round, just like this, lingering a funny game to the end point, the white pigeon messenger who was silent for a long time finally opened the microphone for the public: "It's just me I don't think they are right..."

He was pinched later, but judging from the titles of the videos Yu Jianyi posted at the moment, it should be that everyone thinks that there is something wrong with them.

But Mr. Xi's focus is always different from others.

X: "Why are fans called hard candy?"

Yu Zhongqing at first sight: "Because his original name is Ruan Tang"

X: "He has a good relationship with the anchor?"

Seeing Yu Zhongqing: "I heard it was Fa Xiao"

X: "You spend too much money."

Seeing Yu Zhongqing: "Anyway, the platform draws [-]% of the money, I'm the boss and I will return it immediately"

X: "You said that?"

Seeing Yu Zhongqing: "Of course there is no me, but the boss wants to save face"

X: "It has nothing to do with me."

Seeing Yu Zhongqing: "Why is it nothing to do with you? This is my share of money for you and Xia Zhizhu. I have already thought about your cp names. Do you want to hear it?"

X stopped talking and seemed to be offline.

Yu Jianyi waited with his legs crossed for a long time but still didn't get a reply, so he finally decided to keep it a secret: "Then let's not talk about it, I'm screwed."

X replied in seconds this time: "Who?"

Seeing Yu Zhongqing: "...?"

Seeing Yu Zhongqing: "Boss, I mean I'm bored"

X: "OK."

Before the boss opened his mouth to fire him, he saw that Yu Zhongqing retracted a message, and typed and sent without a punctuation mark: "I'm going to cook, goodbye."

Putting away the mobile phone, the straight long legs that crossed to the corner of the table landed on the ground, Yu Jianyi brushed off the dust that did not exist in the corner of his clothes, casually adjusted the hair style that he had carefully groomed when he went out in the morning, and hummed his beloved one and only After Schubert opened the door, he saw Song Ci.

The last time Xia Zhizhu returned to the crew and joined hands with Ren Shuhan on the trending search, the scene of the two of them being trapped in a malfunctioning elevator after working overtime is still vivid.

Yu Jianyi often dreams at night recently, every time he dreams of Song Ci's face, he holds the woman's delicate chin, the dream is the same as in reality, before the elevator door opens, Yu Jianyi is enveloped by the bright wall lamp He bowed his head and kissed him.

Empress Cixi's lips were different from the coldness she showed, they were warm and soft with the smell of grapes.

And today, half a month later, looking at Song Ci passing by with a calm face, he also said indifferently: "I advise you not to come here, Miss Song, I will react when I am shy."

Xi Zhao stared at Xia Zhizhu's super talk for a long time.

It is said that you should not fish during working hours. He is the boss and should lead by example, but it will be lunch break soon, and the recruitment of other work seats in the morning has been overfulfilled, and Xia Zhizhu is his employee. It belongs to the boss's job category.

But to be honest, he didn't quite understand it.

According to the novice guide on the top of the homepage, Xizhao should insist on daily check-in, comment forwarding, posting and interacting with other hard candies, and more advanced ones include participating in anti-criminal activities and making data.

So it turns out that the threshold for chasing stars on the Internet is so high now. When Xi Zhao was young, he only needed... Xi Zhao didn’t chase stars when he was young.

He returned to WeChat and clicked on the last video Yu Jianyi sent to him.

This is the first time Xi Zhao has watched his own live replay.

From childhood to adulthood, he can stand on the stage of a huge auditorium to give speeches to the teachers and students of the school, and complete difficult professional defenses in a classroom with limited space...even when the audience is full of reporters holding microphones and When countless cameras flashed, Xi Zhao could calmly wipe off the sweat on his palms, and he was so calm that he could hold an impromptu project conference in front of dozens of broadcast media even if the speech was wrong and lost.

But he has never been able to do the second torture to relive the spot.

But maybe because it was Little Bear and Kitten that appeared on the screen this time, not Xia Zhizhu and Xi Zhao, when his thumb touched the video play button, the resulting violent heartbeat seemed to be the first time not from his awareness The anxiety of being watched by others.

What is that from.

"congratulations."

The strange anchor on the side was ignored very naturally, and Xia Zhizhu on the other side of the screen was in the small camera, under the gaze of millions of people, hugging his knees, looking at the cat and the little bear who jointly raised the trophy in the game , with crooked eyes and an obedient tone, almost telling the silent "SeanX" with strange tenderness: "We won the game together."

We won this game together.

Xi Zhao returned to Xia Zhizhu Chaohua.

He is social terror, not cerebral palsy. With his handsome face, he has 80 active fans on Weibo. He knows that if he only pays attention to an employee who is already hot and chaotic, it will cause another wave in the online world. What a bloodbath.

So Xi Zhao dialed the secretary's internal number: "Lily, please come in."

Lily: Every time my boss calls me, I think he is calling a dog. Of course, my boss respects dogs very much. Sometimes I even feel that some people are not as good as dogs in his eyes. But if I remember correctly, he The name registered on the dog's ID card is indeed Simba.

Lily came in from the door: "Is there anything I can do to help you, Mr. Xi?"

Xi Zhao looked up and asked, "Do you have a Weibo account?"