I pressed the auto pen and stared at the notes on the notepad with a twisted eyebrow and asked, "Any other opinions?"

There was silence at the meeting, and after I looked around, the showdown announced: "The headquarters has withdrawn the current endorsement, and we have only one way to go, and that is Yanyan." ”

The marketing manager said: "Yan Yan has no scandal hype, the exposure rate is too low, and the topic cannot be hot, and the sales volume of becoming an image spokesperson is likely to show a downward trend." ”

I was silent for a few seconds, took a deep breath, straightened my waist and pressed the tip of the pen, and said calmly and resolutely: "What we sell is product quality, not image spokesperson, the two are separated, the star effect can only be the icing on the cake, and the use effect of the product is the fundamental core. ”

The only way to reverse the situation is the product, and it is still possible to stabilize the brand's ranking only by working the product to amplify the characteristics and protrude.

Everyone bowed their heads in the silent space, and my words obviously did not have the effect of encouraging, but even so, I could only end the meeting with a hard head.

......

After work, the company is empty and lonely, I am used to standing in front of the glass wall and looking at the lights of hundreds of schools, "lights" is such a warm word!

Standing alone for nearly three hours, my brain actually forgot what I was thinking during the period, and I only remember that I was looking at it faintly, watching, and thinking......

The sound of text messages is like a needle falling into the dead story, piercing the static picture and stirring up dynamic waves.

I turned around to my desk and slid open the screen of my phone, and the familiar number sent me the address and contact information for tomorrow's blind date.

My nails involuntarily scratched my palms, the slight pain in my chest slowly hidden, I couldn't help coughing, and my fingertips still had to type the word "good" and send it out.

In order to calm the turmoil in my heart, I rushed out of the planning plan for the brand image overnight.

When the first rays of sunlight after the rain hit my haggard face, it was so sad, so gray, so desolate......

I dragged the tired empty shell home, only to fall on the sofa, the sound of the mobile phone vibrating blocked the heavy eyelids, it was an unfamiliar number, which customer should be, I picked up tiredness and picked up: "Hello!

"Hello! Lao Tzu is the blind date introduced by your Uncle Di, let's meet at that stall later, you know!" said in a thick country accent in a very impolite tone.

I rubbed my brow and said, "Okay!"

"Yes, don't be late, Lao Tzukuo is very busy! I'll see you in an hour! Remember, I'm wearing a red dress and a green hat. ”

I said reluctantly, "Okay!"

After hanging up the phone, I stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling a sense of frustration that my soul had been drained, and the only thing left to support my life was persistence.

I struggled to remove my makeup, went to the utility room and rummaged through the large old suitcase, which contained a lot of clothes from more than ten years ago, I chose a long-sleeved T-shirt that had faded to rust yellow, and a pair of crumpled linen pants, and finally picked up a pair of patch sneakers and walked out.

I bought it all at a vegetable market stall when I first came here to work, and now I wear it more loosely, I've been thinner since I was a child, but now it's thinner.

In the bathroom mirror, I seemed to be back to the cleaner from more than ten years ago, an empty shell just to live, I looked at it for a while, I turned on the faucet and wiped some water on my head, looked oily, and reinstalled the mobile phone card on an old man's machine, and finally went out with a black plastic belt.

I deliberately took a bus with the farthest detour to a small road in the industrial area, the road was full of tricycles set up breakfast stalls, many workers lined up to buy, I followed all the way forward, and finally found the unique red and green in the shade of the tree in the corner in front of me, and the green was particularly conspicuous in the red.

I walked up to me and asked the man sitting on the ground, "Wu Daqiang, is it?"

A man as thin as a dry monkey raised his head, still holding a crumpled cigarette butt in his mouth, as if it had been soaked and dried by water, and he looked at me with disdain and said, "You are Qing'er?"

"Hmm," I nodded.

He spat out the smoke impatiently and said, "You're half an hour late! If it weren't for my Uncle Di's introduction, Lao Tzu wouldn't have bothered to see you!"

"I'm sorry, the owner said that I didn't finish my work and wouldn't let me go!" so I delayed......" I said coldly.

"Sit down!"

I sat neatly on a mound of dirt not far from him.

"I heard you're twenty-eight?" he asked, mockingly.

"Hmm"

"You're too old!"

"Hmm"

"But Mandarin is still wide"

"Oh!

"Stains~You're grinning~ Oops! I'm really an uncle~" He suddenly became angry, patted his knees vigorously, and a lot of dust floated.

He glanced at me, and turned his head to look at the big chimney in the distance.

Maybe the image has not completely annihilated his expectations, and said: "I heard that you work in a big company, why don't you look like it!"

"Well, I'm in charge of the company's drip toilets. I deliberately slowed down my speech to make sure he could hear every word.

He exclaimed, "What? It turned out to be a toilet sweeper?"

I deliberately grabbed the oily hair, and smirked and took the plastic bag with my oily hand and handed it to him: "Once we meet, I don't have anything to give you, so I will give you a pick." ”

He jumped up in disgust and yelled at me, "What's the matter, if you take a toilet and send it to me, do you have something wrong with your brain? Forget it! I'll tell my uncle that we're not fit for a drop." You...... You hurry back. ”

I pretended to be aggrieved and scratched my head again, and he walked away with a look that was about to vomit, and suddenly disappeared from sight.

With a sigh of relief, I patted the ash on my ass and stood up, threw the plastic bag in the trash can next to me, and dragged back to the bus stop the way I came.

The early summer sun was a little hot, I rolled up my sleeves and squatted on the side of the road, and from time to time the private cars passing by raised gusts of sand, and I had to cover my mouth and nose and cough slightly.

Before the bus came, the familiar number came in, and I picked it up indifferently: "Hey!"

"What do you mean? The boy says you're a sloppy idiot!" roared the uncle.

I said lightly, "Well, he said I was too old!"

"You said you, hey, forget it! Hurry up and call your father's money. Then there was a rush of noise.

The lips under the palm of his hand hooked a grim smile, like the villain in the TV series, but fortunately, no one saw this scene.

Drop~ A bright whistle sounded, and a dark gray off-road car stopped in front of me, and I looked up at the window glass slowly lowering.