Professional dismantling

Zhao Yao rolled his eyes to the sky, originally he didn't want to agree, but he was quite depressed after hearing this man's flamboyant tone.

If you like to fall backwards, you can do it. It is best to fall every day. If you beg me to squeeze the subway, I will not go, and you will be mad at you.

Not only was Qin someone not pissed to death, but he was in a good mood, and even teased him, "Your card... bus card, where did you buy it?"

Zhao Yao put the card he was cutting back and forth in his hand into his pocket. The Maybach has a particularly large space, and it is probably designed for long legs. He adjusted a posture that he thought was good before lazily replying. : "Newsstand."

Qin Yin was quite surprised, "Don't the newsstands only sell magazines and newspapers?"

Zhao Yaote cast a contemptuous glance at the person in the driver's seat, how narrow is this person's vision?

He suddenly became in a good mood, and decided to kindly help this man open the door to a new world, "The newsstand also sells water to charge phone bills, don't you know?"

He deliberately raised the pitch of half a sentence, as if to show how knowledgeable he is.

Qin Yin shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't bought water or recharged my phone bill."

Zhao Yao was suddenly frustrated again. This person can always make you feel a little bit superior one second, and make you want to hit the wall without any spare second the next second.

"That's right, how can the president buy water for his phone bill?" Zhao Yao turned his gaze out of the window. The sour taste in his words almost made the Maybach's window unbearable. He consciously opened a crack, and the wind It was so cold that he shivered unconsciously. It was only November and it was so cold.

"Close it, don't catch a cold again." Qin Yin glanced at him and kindly reminded him.

Zhao Yao was unmoved, and purposely opened the window a little wider, feeling proud and cold at the same time.

Qin Yin glanced at him, feeling a little unhappy in his eyes, but soon replaced by other emotions, Zhao Yao took the cold wind all the way to the downstairs of the company, and politely said thank you to Qin Yin when he got off the car .

Qin Yin poked his head out of the car window and instructed: "Go to the office and take a cold medicine to prevent it, you've blown it all the way."

Zhao Yao jumped up and down twice to show that he was very healthy, "Go slowly, I won't send you off."

"Why do I feel that the car you got off just now looks like Mr. Qin's concept?"

As soon as Zhao Yao pushed open the glass door downstairs of the company, someone patted his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that it was the fat-faced girl who told him about plum sugar yesterday.

He looked out, and the Maybach had already been submerged in the sea of ​​cars.The girl was still staring at him, he shrugged, "You're wrong."

The girl obviously felt that there was nothing wrong with her eyes, and said with certainty, "Maybach, you got off the Maybach."

Zhao Yao pressed the up button of the elevator and waited for the number to slowly drop to the first floor, until the girl felt that he had acquiesced, and said: "You are really wrong, I can't afford a Maybach, what can I do with a Maybach?" I don’t know anything about it, I obviously came down from a loser.”

The girl had an "Are you sure" expression on her face, and Zhao Yao nodded affirmatively, "Didn't I have a car accident earlier? How can I afford a Maybach, I guess I don’t know how to write these three characters.”

President Qin, who didn't know how to write Maybach, just found a way to turn the car around and sneezed. He frowned, thinking that he would have to take a cold medicine when he entered the company later, it must be in the morning Zhao Yao opened the window and involved himself.

That girl obviously believed Zhao Yao's nonsense, and kept praising him for his good friends, "Your friend is really good, my boyfriend doesn't even want to send me to work."

Zhao Yao was surprised, "You already have a boyfriend?" Could it be that straight men now like girls who are not tall and have some flesh?Isn't it the one with a sharp chin that can pierce eggs? !

The girl curled her lips, "We talked about it when I was in college, and I'm almost catching up with the seven-year itch."

Zhao Yao clicked his tongue and gave the girl a thumbs up, "I am optimistic about you, you will definitely be able to survive this itch."

The girl smiled, "If I had known you were such a handsome colleague in our society, I wouldn't have fallen in love so early."

Zhao Yao couldn't breathe, but he couldn't just say that he had the same hobbies as other than gender, so he had to force himself out and thought it was very decent. smile.

The last time I heard from Qin Yin in the hospital that Dusha was planning to separate the fashion and entertainment editions, and this matter will probably be decided this month. Zhao Yao sat in his seat and had nothing to do while flipping through the magazines of the past. The Journal listened to the gossip of the men and women in the office.

"The entertainment edition is so tiring, and it has to be released once a week, how can it be so easy now."

"No, I heard that when there is not enough manpower, the editor has to go out with the reporters. That's really frustrating."

"But the entertainment version is better than the entertainment version, at least our fashion column is so particular."

Zhao Yao made himself a cup of coffee while listening to the gossip. Although he didn't know how to do it, it was still useful to listen to other people's opinions and digest them internally.

A man asked suddenly: "I heard that our department is going to send two people there, have you heard the gossip?"

Another girl shook her head, "But it must be a well-written manuscript. It's better to have a wider path, otherwise it will not be easy to develop."

"Well, I think so too."

Then all the people suddenly looked at Zhao Yao who was eavesdropping on the gossip, Zhao Yao paused just as he touched the cup on his lips, and asked curiously, "What are you looking at me for?"

"I remember the last time I interviewed Ni Man, you were appointed to go. Do you have any friendship with her?"

Another person reminded: "You have to be careful. This time the mediator thinks that you have lost your head. The interview was done so well last time. The higher-ups must value you."

Zhao Yao didn't care. When they were gossiping, he searched the Internet and felt that the entertainment version was beneficial to him.

One is that he really doesn't have much idea about fashion, and the other is that he wants to find Sun Shanshan as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly got up and walked out, forgetting even the gossip reminders from his colleagues, and then he remembered his "Looking for Shan" plan.

Cao Wenjun is teaching Xiang Liqing to explain some details of the photo editing for the pictorials he has taken. It seems that he wants to cultivate Xiang Liqing, a good seedling, into an all-round talent.

"Brother Yao." Xiang Liqing has always been a polite and sensible young man, when he saw Zhao Yao he hurriedly stood up and greeted him.

Zhao Yao nodded to him, then waved to Cao Wenjun.

"Does the person I asked you to find for me last time have any clues?" Zhao Yao looked at him and asked.

Cao Wenjun was clearly in a fog, and after being stared at by Zhao Yao for half a minute, he slapped his head violently, "I forgot."

Zhao Yao was very angry and couldn't help but slapped him on the back very loudly, "Why didn't you forget to eat."

Cao Wenjun felt aggrieved, "The magazine was busy when you called me, and then you asked me to attend Yanrui's party, so I forgot about it."

Zhao Yao hates iron for being weak, "If I knew it earlier, I might as well spend money to find a gossip reporter."

Cao Wenjun had an idea, and pointed to Xiang Liqing, who was seriously editing the picture inside, "He, a gossip reporter."

Zhao Yao looked at Xiang Liqing in disbelief, "It seems like a reporter, is he gossip?"

"A gossip reporter is just a kind of entertainment news that netizens treat... um..." Cao Wenjun frowned as if he was thinking about how to word it, and he continued after a long while: "It's just a title, not gossip. not related."

Zhao Yao decided to give it a try, after all, it is convenient for multiple people to do things.

Xiang Liqing agreed very readily, and after writing down the name and age mentioned by Zhao Yao, he also automatically narrowed down the scope of his search professionally. Zhao Yao felt that Xiang Liqing must be a malleable talent in this area. Will reuse him.

Yanrui would come to the company to look for him. Zhao Yao never expected that he took Yanrui to the bakery downstairs of the company, where he could order drinks and pastries.

"About your saying that you wanted to shoot the cover of our magazine, I asked my colleague..."

Zhao Yao said with some difficulty, "You are not famous enough. Dussaud's fashion edition shoots are all first-line big names. I will find you after a while."

Zhao Yao felt that Yanrui would suddenly come to the company to find him, probably because he promised him to shoot the cover of the magazine in the hospital before. Zhao Yao felt embarrassed to say this, because he didn't know the process of the magazine at that time And some regulations, thinking that as long as she is a model with a good figure, she can get on, so when she agreed to Yanrui, she didn't think about other things at all, and now it makes him feel quite humiliated.

Yan Rui used a plastic fork to pierce the tiramisu in front of him, the cocoa powder on top was all paste on the plate, Zhao Yao felt distressed for a while, he loved eating that.

Yan Rui's apparent displeasure made Zhao Yao a little sad, after all, Zhao Yao liked him quite a bit, although he didn't have anything to do with him at the party last time, it's hard to say if there will be any in the future.

He persisted and said: "Our magazine will separate out the entertainment section, I will fight for the entertainment section when the time comes, then you can come and shoot casually, I guess you didn't pay too much attention when you first started."

Yan Rui continued to poke at the small triangular cake with a fork, and after a while, he asked Zhao Yao a question that caught him off guard and flattered him.

"You asked me to think about you at the last party..." Yan Rui looked up at him, frowning, as if trying to organize his words, but Zhao Yao was already a little ecstatic after hearing this sentence.

He especially wanted to nod and say, "Yes, yes, did you think it over and come here to tell me? I'm fine, not at all."

Yan Rui glanced at him again, and now he turned the fork across and began to stir the little cake. Zhao Yao was happy, and now he didn't feel that the cake was a pity, but felt that Yan Rui could be treated like this. It's an honor to stir around.