The beauty stomped her foot angrily, and her hatred trembled ten centimeters high. "Miss Cheng, may I ask where I lost to her!"

The crowd began to stir, and Cheng Xiaoxiao calmly made a gesture of silence.

"Everyone is quiet. Her voice was not loud, but there was an inexplicable deterrent, and the scene immediately fell silent.

"This young lady, including everyone present, thank you for coming to our company for the interview. You are all young and good, and there are more and better positions waiting for you. At this point, she chuckled: "That's it for today, please go back." ”

As soon as the words fell, several security guards poured in from outside, and the people present naturally didn't dare to cause trouble, so they could only obediently obey, one after another, and went out with different expressions.

Mi Qi saw the girl crying, but she didn't expect her unintentional complaint to come true. The girl glared at her resentfully, her heart was mixed, and the taste was not very good.

In short, after bringing the good news of the employment back to Huaguoshan, Chang Ke celebrated her finding a job, and at the same time, in order to practice it for her, he invited everyone to the city for dinner. During the banquet, Mi Qi drank a few more glasses of wine and dragged Chang Ke to deliver an acceptance speech. Chang Ke was a little annoyed by her, and he was embarrassed to leave the person down directly, and gave Mishan a look again and again, but Mishan only cared about eating.

Early the next morning, Yoneyama and Chang Ke took her to the train station.

When she was about to get into the car, Xiahou Jing suddenly couldn't kill from the oblique stab, and stuffed something into her arms without saying a word.

Miqi was scared to death, and she intuitively felt that this guy was not well-intentioned. Before she could open it, the driver had already closed the door. She was very unsteady in her heart this way, and suspected that Xiahou Jing was giving a grenade. But the grenade is not that big, could it be some new weapon developed by the kid himself?

The car arrived in Shanghai, and the big bag and small package Line 1 transferred to Line 2, and the middle also took the station, and after a while, she finally lived in the apartment arranged by the company. When she was packing, the unknown object was mixed in with her winter clothes and was casually stuffed into the deepest part of the closet.

Standing on the balcony and looking down, the scenery of the entire Huangpu River is in full view. Mi Qi never dreamed that her 24-year-old self could actually own a single apartment with a river view in Shanghai! You must know that in Shanghai, it is still a river view house, which is something she has never dared to think of in the past 20 years or so of her life.

Compared with the old houses shared with others in Nanjing, it is really a heaven and a place. - The most important thing is that No! I want money! In other words, F-Star is worthy of being the No. 1 entertainment company in China, and its wealth is so big that it makes people tremble.

That night, lying on the soft and clean cot, Miki was so excited that she didn't sleep well. Looking at the off-white ceiling, she imagined in her mind where the male artist was sacred. Several popular faces of little fresh meat appeared one after another, some she liked and some she didn't. But after thinking about it, I didn't think of the big volcano, maybe because I liked it too much, so I felt that the other party was very sacred, and I didn't dare to touch it easily, so I didn't even dare to think about it.

The next day, she walked through the F-Star with her head held high in the white shirt that she now called the battle robe. The security guard stopped her, suspecting that she was an illegitimate child. Recently, there have often been such incidents, and illegitimate meals disguised as staff members blatantly stalk artists.

Mi Qi did not hurry to explain his identity, and reported Cheng Xiaoxiao's name. The security guard didn't say anything, and contacted Cheng Xiaoxiao on his own.

About five minutes later, a beautiful woman came down from the elevator, it was Cheng Xiaoxiao.

Cheng Xiaoxiao took her upstairs and said as she walked, roughly describing the content of the work. It seems very simple to sum up, it is nothing more than responsible for making and completing the artist's daily schedule, similar to the clerk's secretary in the office. If necessary, you have to take care of the artist's daily life. - To put it bluntly, she is a senior nanny.

"In fact, if it doesn't involve R&D technical content, I personally think that most of the work actually has no problems that cannot be overcome. Cheng Xiaoxiao said to Miqi: "As long as you are practical, careful, and flexible and flexible, you can basically handle the work well." ”

The former boss also said something similar, and Miqi himself agreed with this view. That's true in theory, but it's hard to put it into practice. Because in the process of work, you may meet pig teammates and colleagues, you may also encounter leaders who are difficult to be strong, and you may encounter difficult customers, not to mention that you yourself are physically and mentally tired, not to mention those force majeure factors that cannot be changed by man. When the whole thing is implemented, it's a complete mess.

In short, when it comes to work, Miqi is really a head and two big.

Cheng Xiaoxiao took Mi Qi to the conference room and asked her to wait for a while, saying that the artist would come over soon. The conference room was a mess, with documents scattered on the table, dense small print written on the whiteboard, and graphics and symbols of unknown meaning. Miki had the heart to see what was written on the paper, but before he could look at it, the door to the conference room was pushed open.

Miki reflexively got up from the couch, dressed in flip-flops, wide-legged pants, and a fancy Hawaiian shirt with the collar wide open, as if he was going to the thoracic surgery department for a CT in the next second. Color film sunglasses, short hair with hairspray to grab out the style at will. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked like a hanger.

Miki looked at him, feeling a little confused, and he looked at Miqi, a little confused.

"Mistakenly. He muttered and turned back again.