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Shanghai, China.

The inauguration ceremony of the new headquarters building of Fanxing Group.

Hitomi sighed helplessly, "There are so many people! ”

Lao Yu, the photographer carrying the camera, comforted: "No way, who let us eat this bowl of rice." But you, why do you hate that there are so many people and you have to be admitted to the journalism department as a reporter?"

As soon as this was mentioned, shallow pupils were full of resentment and said: "I was admitted to the Department of Journalism because I wanted to be a TV host, who would have thought that I would finally squeeze into the TV station with my head squeezed out, but let me be a little reporter!"

He is in his forties, has already started a family, and has long been open to these things. He was wearing a cargo vest with many pockets, carrying a camera in one hand, and with the other hand, he took out a pack of cigarettes from the chest pocket of the vest, shook his wrist, shook one out of the gap, lowered his head and held it in his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Who doesn't want to be a host? It's a lot of scenery to be a host, but the problem is that you have no way, and you don't have a professional background as a broadcasting host. ”

Lao Yu took another puff of cigarette, looking at the crowd of people in front of him, and his heart was a little irritable. There are many people, and there are many peers, and when they compete for a good photography position, they have to go through a lot of hard work, and there have been cases of rushing to get started before, but when I think of the red envelopes that are about to arrive, the irritability in my heart is transformed into anticipation.

He pushed his cap upwards and looked up at the newly completed Starry Headquarters building.

The 25-storey building is square, angular and looks solid and stocky, but it doesn't stand out from other unconventional buildings. It stands to reason that Fanxing Group is so rich that it can't even afford to hire an internationally famous architect, right?

Whatever, it's none of my business anyway. He pressed the brim of his cap down again.

In front of the main entrance of the building, a long red carpet stretches from the inside of the building to the outside of the building, and then to the sides.

Several Starry technical employees debug the microphone at the podium.

On the left and right sides of the podium were covered with red cloths a bunch of things, I don't know what they were, but they were probably going to be revealed in a moment.

Asa Hitomi took out the makeup mirror and carefully touched up her makeup.

"Let's go, the public relations department of Fanxing has come out, hurry up and get the red envelope. Lao Yu pushed her and urged.

The shallow pupil is also in good spirits, complaining is complaining, and no one will get along with money.

I just don't know how thick the red envelopes of the stars are, and whether they are enough to buy a bottle of imported perfume?

The other reporters present also moved, and flocked to the financier this time.

"Don't worry, come here to line up and sign in, everyone has a share. The person in charge of the public relations department of Fanxing said with a smile.

This is already an industry practice, and reporters who come to report will have a car fee. The money is soft, so that the reporters will pick and choose the good ones when they write the report.

Qiantong and Lao Yu lined up in order, reported the names of their TV stations, and the person in charge of the public relations department handed them two red envelopes very simply.

Squeezed out of the crowd, shallow pupils couldn't wait to open the red envelope and count, "2888!

Lao Yu put the camera on the ground, opened the red envelope, and took out all the money in it and counted it. He only has 1888 in his red envelope, but something is better than nothing, and those who do it behind the scenes are always unlucky.

He carefully counted out 200 yuan and stuffed the remaining 1688 back into the red envelope.

"What are you doing?" Hitomi asked, puzzled.

Lao Yu stuffed the red envelope into one of the pockets of the overalls vest, and said with a smile: "It's all my stinky mouth, once I drank too much, and casually said in front of my wife that this kind of important press conference usually has red envelopes, and my wife remembered it." Since then, all the red envelopes she received have to be handed over to her. Man, what can you do without some private money?"

He patted the remaining 200 yuan, "1688 was handed over to her, and she said that only 1688 was sent, and I will be able to take care of the 200." ”

"Damn!" shallow pupil scolded, "You stinky men!

Not to be outdone, Lao Yu responded: "It's not that you women are too tight? I can't even afford to smoke, otherwise I wouldn't have made such a decision!"

"No, I'll have to tell my sister-in-law someday!" she was quite bitter.

Lao Yu smiled, "If you tell her, I won't tell you other secret tricks, and you will suffer if you find a man in the future!"

"You ......," Hitomi was speechless in hatred.

Lao Yu held up two hundred-yuan bills, looked at the light, and verified the anti-counterfeiting mark - he heard his peers say at the party, there are really red envelopes issued by the company mixed with counterfeit banknotes, so you must have more eyes.

The security mark is fine, it is a genuine banknote.

He was relieved, and just put his raised hand down, but suddenly discovered an interesting coincidence.

"Asa Hitomi, look. He beckoned to his companions.

"What's wrong?"

Asa Hitomi replied absent-mindedly and casually. She was still thinking about the old Yu hiding private money just now, and said that when she found her husband in the future, she must learn from it, and she can't learn from her sister-in-law, and give her husband some pocket money every month, but she can't give too much, otherwise maybe he will take the money to spend all his time...... How much is appropriate? 300 or 500?

"Asa Hitomi, come and take a look. Lao Yu greeted again.

"What?" she said, cheerfully.

"Look, is that a ratio?" said Lao Yu, excitedly holding up a hundred-dollar bill for her to see.

"What is disproportionate?" her second monk was puzzled.

Lao Yu said anxiously: "Look, this banknote, and this building, look carefully!"

He is a photographer who is very good at finding the right angle to look at objects and people. At this time, he held a hundred-dollar bill in his hand, and held the banknote upright next to the starry new building, beckoning Asa Hitomi to come and see.

"Look, isn't the ratio of length to width of this bill very similar to that of this building?"

Asa Hitomi leaned over to him, looked at the banknote suspiciously, and then at the new building.

"Is there one?" she wasn't sure.

Lao Yu said with certainty: "You can't be wrong!"

"So what?" she was still not interested.

Lao Yu was a little discouraged, "Don't you think it's interesting? It's unlikely to be a coincidence, right?"

"Why can't it be a coincidence?" she asked rhetorically.

"This ......" Lao Yu couldn't tell the reason, "if it's a coincidence, it's too coincidental!"

"Even if it's not a coincidence, you can design other people's buildings, you can design them however you want......

She didn't wonder why Fanxing wanted to design the building to have a length-to-width ratio of RMB?

He looked at the podium, the starry employees had already left, and the main drama was about to begin.