If you follow the trail, you must marry, the female president is relying on me

Chapter 38 Put it on the table! (Seek to follow up)

Last night, Fang Yun had simply sorted out the outline of a play in his mind, and planned to come here today to hear the start of the essay call for pictures and texts, so he submitted it as soon as possible.

We arrived under the building of the more familiar Graphic Group.

Fang Yun registered at the front desk at the door, and got on the elevator a little distracted. He paid more attention to Yiren's dress today, and now he can't help recalling it in his mind.
Usually, Qin Yiren usually likes to wear dark business attire, such as black suits, black trousers and so on.

But today, Fang Yun was surprised to notice that Qin Yiren was wearing a pure white OL business suit before getting into the car. With his fair skin and plump figure, he was not to mention how attractive he was!
"Not only beautiful but also good."

It's just too bad.

Fang Yun said many times last night, telling Yi Ren not to bother him, don't come to pick him up or bring him a meal for the meeting today. Send him off in a circle, and still prepare lunch for him
"Hey, where's my meal?"

Fang Yun's smile gradually disappeared, he squeezed his hands, was taken aback for a moment, and then slapped his forehead, "I forgot to mention it in a hurry when I got out of the car!"

Well, the joy at noon is gone.

It's also a coincidence that Fang Yun just found out, and the news from over there also came.

Qin Yiren: "Are you here? How did you arrange it at noon? Are you going back to the company?"

Fang Yun got off the elevator with his head down, and quickly replied, "I'm here, I don't know how long the meeting here will be. Well, if it's early, I should go back to the headquarters."

Qin Yiren sent a voice message this time, and Jiang Qianru's laughter could be vaguely heard on the other end, and she didn't know what she was laughing at: "Okay, then I will put lunch in my office first, and I will come back at noon and tell me if I won't come back , I’ll ask someone to pack it up, and you can take it home that night, hmm~”

How should I put this sentence in the voice, after a meaningful "um", it came to an abrupt end.

Fang Yun blinked, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the voice was withdrawn again, and soon the text version of the voice was sent, and then he added, "Well, I have something to do here, Xiao Fang, you can do it yourself, at noon Let's talk again."

something?What's the matter?
Returning to his senses, he sipped at the "hmm" just now.
Fang Yun swallowed with a dull look in his eyes,

Not right, not right, very wrong.

What did Qin Yiren do?Or, could it be, what did Jiang Qianru do?
Blind thinking, fantasies, that is something that is engraved in a person's bones.

He hasn't had time to film in his head this time, though.

On the floor of the meeting room, I ran into old acquaintances. Wang Siyao and Zhang Cheng walked together. They seemed to be coming to this meeting as well. They were holding documents and discussing something.Seeing Fang Yun approaching, Wang Siyao's eyelids twitched, he quickly adjusted his mentality, and even greeted him with a smile: "It's Brother Fang, I haven't seen you for a long time, how is your work recently? Back to the picture, this is. "Since Fang Yun was transferred to the headquarters, the attitude of the colleagues here has completely taken a 180-degree turn. From time to time, they will ask Fang Yun to drive the cold and warm him on Yichat, with a familiar face.

Fang Yundao: "It's okay, it's quite busy over there, isn't there a meeting here, I want some records."

Zhang Cheng, on the other hand, looked at him with a sullen face. He still had a solid foundation in his family, so he didn't think he needed to nod and bow down. Didn't he just pass the exam to the headquarters? A secretary is still a secretary, so he will definitely be able to be promoted to the management in the future?Hmph, the future is not sure what will happen, just wait and see,
Thinking wildly, Zhang Cheng snorted, ignored Fang Yun, took a document in Wang Siyao's hand, and walked to the conference room over there in two steps.

Seeing this, Wang Siyao smiled apologetically, and hurriedly said, "Boss is still waiting for our documents over there, so let's go first."

"Yeah." Look, once you enter the headquarters, everything is different. The workplace is a place where people talk about people and talk about people.

Not to mention you have to work hard!
With a very leisurely attitude, Fang Yun also took the briefcase and slowly followed behind the two of them into the conference room over there.
He had just entered, and he hadn't found a corner to sit yet.

His former boss, Mr. Wu, had sharp eyes, and he could be seen as soon as he looked up, because his brother was the head of the personnel department of the headquarters, so he was one of the few in the entire group who knew that Fang Yun might have something to do with Mr. Qin now. In addition, Fang Yun is now taking the place of the headquarters to attend the record meeting.

Mr. Wu is of course enthusiastic,
"Xiao Fang is back?" Mr. Wu casually threw the documents in Zhang Cheng's hands, "Oh, look at me, I'm so busy that I'm so busy that I didn't arrange anyone to pick you up."

Fang Yun smiled slightly, "Boss Wu, I've been working on our graphics for a long time anyway, you're too kind, don't bother."

Wu always smiled, and he also came over to say hello and show kindness, making Fang Yun feel respected, "Okay, Xiao Fang, find a place to sit, and I have to trouble you to pass on some of our content here. gone."

"No trouble, it's my job."

"Success." Mr. Wu patted Fang Yun's shoulder lightly, and pointed over there, "I'm off to work too, so I won't entertain you."

"it is good."

After the two exchanged a few words, Fang Yun felt pretty good and stared at a position on the edge, then walked over and sat down.

As for Wang Siyao, who witnessed the communication between Mr. Wu and Fang Yun throughout the meeting room, he took a deep look at Fang Yun's back, and then carefully glanced at Zhang Cheng.

Of course, the expression on Zhang Cheng's face at this moment...is so livid, it's like a pig's liver.

For Fang Yun, there were many contents in the meeting that were not important, so he focused on one content in his heart.

Call for Papers starts at 5:4 am on May 8th.

Today is February 5.

Meaning, there are still two days left.

The specific rewards have also been set, and the capitalists almost cried when they saw it.

Not only is there a top-notch guarantee in the industry of 55 words worth [-] yuan per word, but also an amazing treatment of [-]% of the final income.

It means that in the future, the copyright can be negotiated once, and the subscription can also be charged a sum of money
"If I don't copy this, I'm really sorry for the earth!"

On the bus back to the headquarters, Fang Yun glanced at the time.

It's [-]:[-], and it's almost twelve o'clock when I arrive at the company.

After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and sent, "Mr. Qin, the meeting is over. I'm on my way back, and I'll arrive around 12 o'clock."

There was a reply soon,
Qin Yiren: "Okay, I see."

Looking at the reply, Fang Yun, whose heart was completely hung up by Xiaoqianqian, continued to enrich the outline of the script he wanted to use to make money in his super-powerful brain. The call for essays is a novel, and the script needs to be processed. It is not difficult for Fang Yun to turn it into a novel.

He is frantically thinking about going back to the company here, and over there, on the 66th floor, in Yiren's office____
"Come in." Qin Yiren, who just replied to Fang Yun's message, pressed the landline on the desk.

Within ten seconds, one of the two secretaries who had been guarding outside her door trotted in.

"President Qin."

"Yeah." Qin Yiren hummed lightly, raised his little hand, pointed to the two lunch boxes on the table over there, and ordered, "Take one and send it to the next three places."

"Okay." The secretary hurried over to pick up a lunch box, but soon had to ask in a low voice, "Mr. Qin, am I going to give it directly to the front desk of the third office?"

"No." Qin Yiren stared at the contract in his hand again, and replied calmly, "For Fang Yun, if he doesn't come back, put it on his desk."

　Woohoo, I beg for a ticket!There is a huge gap in support for the new book, please mess with it!

　　(Recommended tickets and monthly tickets are all requested. The author of the dog has confidence when he sees the ticket, and the code word is strong. The ticket is not afraid of coding ten chapters in one breath!)
　　There is one more chapter, around 11:[-].

　　
　
(End of this chapter)