The plot collapsed after everyone thought it was rotten

"...The above is the adjustment plan I made based on the data changes in the market last quarter."

The product manager of the data growth team stood in front of the projection screen and talked freely. The cold white light of the PPT fully highlighted the confidence on his face. Five years of experience in the industry, coupled with the high-spirited spirit of having just joined the job with a high salary, made him feel confident about his job. The plan is well established.

Now we are waiting for the approval of the plan...

"No."

The unexpected voice was full of indifference and impatience.

The product manager's forehead twitched. He followed the voice and saw a face that was even colder than the voice.

The man pushed the laptop and judged: "Too conservative, without innovation, it's hard to imagine that I wasted half an hour just to listen to this template report."

The product manager was immediately aroused. He pushed his glasses and said with a smile: "Mr. Ji, templates mean standards and self-consistency of internal logic. As for conservatism... I have just analyzed it. As a cutting-edge company, we The company should not..."

Ji Zongming raised his wrist and glanced at the mechanical watch, "I have wasted half an hour and 3 minutes now."

The product manager's expression changed instantly.

Yu Zhen sat on the right side of Ji Zongming, coughed lightly when he heard the words, and was about to come forward to ease the tense atmosphere, but unexpectedly, the product manager came up and chased after him: "Mr. Ji! I have been in the industry for five years. Too many, to put it bluntly, the understanding and grasp of this market is at least a little more sophisticated than yours, this plan is definitely an established company in the industry..."

He knew that the co-founder was very young, five or six years younger than himself, and he looked like a fresh-blooded cucumber egg, so he couldn't handle it easily?

Unexpectedly, Ji Zongming, with his hands folded on his chest, sitting like a wild crane, was not at all intimidated by his aggressive aura, but calmly said: "Old brand is equal to tradition. Alex, are we a traditional company? Are we facing a traditional market? In addition, please use your five years of rich experience to answer me a very simple question, is the red ocean the same as the blue ocean?"

The product manager froze on the spot, opened his mouth, and was struggling to organize his words, Ji Zongming took another sip of water and added: "Also, only those who don't have a successful project will use their seniority to suppress others. The company Giving you enough salary is not for you to take care of your life and mix working years."

He spoke softly, but the product manager broke out in a cold sweat as if hearing a thunderclap.

Fortunately, Yu Zhen came forward to smooth things over in the end and asked him to come up with a new plan three days later, and the meeting ended smoothly.

Almost all the participants left the meeting, only Ji Zongming was still sitting there with a cold face. Yu Zhen looked at his face and said helplessly: "Alex's luck is really bad today, he is hitting the gun."

Ji Zongming didn't speak.

Yu Zhen said again: "Strange, Chu Hong told me that you were finally able to go home and rest yesterday, why did you become even more angry today?"

Ji Zongming immediately pointed at him and raised his sword eyebrows: "Don't bring me home!"

The second monk Yu Zhenzhang couldn't figure it out, and asked tentatively: "...Xiao Huo won't let you in?"

"Don't mention him to me!"

Yu Zhen suddenly understood: "It really has something to do with him."

Ji Zongming closed the computer with a slap, only feeling angry.

I can't think about it, and I get angry when I think about it.

Yesterday he slept on the dog day sofa.

After cleaning the floor and opening the windows to ventilate the smell, the house was still uninhabitable.

It didn't matter what was on the closet, Huo Chuxiao temporarily moved the two skeletons to the living room, but when it came to the paintings on the bed, this man couldn't hold back.

"The paint isn't dry." Huo Chuxiao said woodenly, clearly refusing to move.

Ji Zongming: "This is the bed!"

Huo Chuxiao has his own logic: "It's not anymore."

The most annoying thing was that he actually moved the pillow and quilt to the sofa, and said calmly, "This is the bed now."

Ji Zongming was furious: "You're playing deconstruction with me, right? If you put the pillow on the dining table, the dining table is also a bed?"

Huo Chuxiao: "Yes."

"Okay, then I'll sleep on your bed, and you sleep on the dining table for me."

"No."

"Why not?!"

"It was you who broke the contract first."

Well, it's back around again.

Ji Zongming felt that his head was going to hurt.

He was angry, threw the pillow on the sofa, and said fiercely: "Okay, I will sleep on the sofa."

Huo Chuxiao actually nodded in satisfaction.

Ji Zongming narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Huo Chuxiao, I advise you not to overdo it. I still have time to play with you, but it's only for now. When the day my patience runs out, you'd better not cry and beg I stayed."

Huo Chuxiao didn't quite understand what he was talking about, but he extracted a piece of information intuitively: Ji Zongming didn't like him, and even hated him a little.

But being hated by people, he has long been used to it.

Even sharing a room with someone who hated him reassured him even more.

Ji Zongming went to work earlier than him, and when Huo Chuxiao woke up, the man had already left, and only pasted a note on the door of the bedroom that had been converted into a warehouse.

The wild and slightly sharp handwriting is in line with Ji Zongming's personality, and it reads: Come back tonight, I can't sleep, and you can't sleep either.

Huo Chuxiao acted as if he hadn't seen it, and said in his heart that those paintings were still two days away.

He went to work as usual, except for receiving a sketch from Luo Ran after class, he hardly had any contact with anyone that day.

The little boy seems to be obsessed with using him as a model recently. Huo Chuxiao has received four or five sketches from him one after another. Without exception, they are all of himself from various angles, some are full-body drawings, some are half-length drawings, and some are hand parts , neck, facial features close-up.

After Huo Chuxiao commented objectively, he suggested: "You basically have a good grasp of my figure, you can try to change models, such as other students."

He thought he had said words of praise, but Luo Ran seemed a little disappointed, as if he had misunderstood something.

Huo Chuxiao thought, with his physique, he really shouldn't communicate with others too much.

When the lights came on after get off work, Huo Chuxiao walked out of the studio alone. He was using his mobile phone to browse the recent art exhibitions in the city. He planned to go shopping alone this weekend, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name.

"Early night."

As soon as he looked up, he saw Qin Huai standing in front of the studio door, smiling at him.

"Boss." He replied without a tone.

"Don't always be so alienated," Qin Huai said, walking towards him, "Are you free this weekend?"

Huo Chuxiao really wanted to say that there is no time, but Qin Huai immediately said: "There is a Russian painting exhibition in the X Exhibition Center this weekend. I remember that your oil paintings are deeply influenced by Russian styles. You should be interested? I happen to have a few in my hand. A ticket, how about going shopping with the colleagues in the studio when the time comes?"

The word "no time" that came to his mouth was just swallowed back.

Huo Chuxiao said without hesitation, "Okay."

Qin Huai smiled relaxedly, and thought that he had gone the wrong way when he was repeatedly rejected for dinner.

He was about to take advantage of the good atmosphere to chat a few more words, but he heard a gloomy voice behind him.

"Boss Qin, is Piao still rich?"

Qin Huai Nahan, when he turned around, he saw a domineering off-road vehicle parked in front of the studio, a tall man leaning on the hood, with his long legs crossed, looking at him coldly.

Ji Zongming snorted, still in that freezing cold tone.

"I'm free this weekend, too."

The author says:

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Hui 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Jiulu Qier and Yuanchen; 1 bottle of Shudao;

Everyone Bobo!