The lights in the conference room were bright, and the members of the editorial department looked tense.

In the past, when Gong Minhua was the president, he was particular about the ranking and sitting method of each meeting. Luo Qiang and Tan Ruoli sat on the left and right sides, each occupying the top of the mountain. Although both of them are Gong Minhua's confidants, they are different from each other in the end, and they are also fighting openly and secretly in private.

At this moment, Yan Shu sat on the spacious and soft boss's chair, in the middle of a group of pink rouge, which made Yuan Ziwen have an instantaneous illusion - like a king and three thousand beauties in the harem.

Just a few minutes into the meeting, the head of the advertising department joined in.

Shen Liang received a call from the advertiser, which was also the decision to terminate the contract. Sixty percent of the content of a fashion magazine is advertising, and the revenue from advertising determines the final profit. At this moment, they withdrew without authorization, completely disrupting the budget and expenses of the next installment of Evangel, and all the work of the director was paralyzed.

Yan Shushu listened calmly and attentively to everyone's reports, unmoved.

"President, what do you think we should do now?" Luo Qiang asked tentatively.

Everyone's eyes naturally focused on Yan Mu, and they all wanted to hear what the new president had to turn things around.

Who knew that he only had four words, "One qiē as usual." ”

Yan Stranger slowly put his hand on the conference table in the surprised eyes of the room. His voice is not high, but it seems to be a drum beat in his heart.

He said: "I am convening this meeting to tell everyone not to be affected by any rumors and changes. Domestic fashion resources are relatively limited, but these are not the only ones at present. Each of you should have the contact information of brands and advertisers in your hands, if one refuses to cooperate, try the second one, I don't believe that with so many years of contacts and reputation of "Evangel", it will be easily defeated by online rumors. The more times like these, the more we must calmly grasp our direction and not panic because of nuisances. ”

There was silence in the conference room, as if to reflect on the deeper meaning of his words.

The whole "Evangel" is waiting to see how the stranger will solve the current dilemma. But instead, he threw the hot potato back, leaving everyone to dig and find new partnerships on their own.

"But the president ......"

As soon as Luo Qiang spoke, she stopped her with a strange speech, "In the afternoon, I will go to Shanghai to attend a new cosmetics launch conference, and the work of these two days will be handed over to Editor-in-Chief Luo." ”

Everyone was shocked again, it was all at this time, and he was still in the mood to attend a press conference.

Is it to move the rescuers?

When she left the conference room, she explained a few words to Luo Qiang, and asked her to report the work injury to the security guard who was injured just now. Then he said, "I'm going to take two colleagues with me, Mojo and Yuan Seed Wen." ”

Primordial Seed Wen Huoran looked up, thinking that he had misheard. She is an assistant editor, and she is actually qualified to accompany the president on patrol?

Luo Qiang glanced at Yuan Ziwen quietly, and said with a smile: "Deputy Editor Shen has left, and Joe really needs a new helper." ”

This sentence was heard by Tan Ruoli, who passed by, and Yuan Ziwen saw her honey-colored lips slightly raised, and she didn't know who she was mocking.

The whole of "Evangel" knows that Tan Ruoli and Mojo do not have a good relationship.

Tan Ruoli, as Gong Minhua's descendant, has always been calling for wind and rain in the magazine, but Mo Qiao didn't give her this face. Strictly speaking, Mojo is not Luo Qiang's person, she is only true to herself. Like a red-crowned crane with a long neck, perched in the misty water of the lake, it admires itself.

This kind of contemptuous posture made Tan Ruoli very unhappy.

Tan Ruoli pushed open the door of the bathroom and saw Mo Qiao standing in front of the mirror to touch up her makeup, so she walked straight to her and smiled toothily, "I always thought that you were very tall, and you didn't want to stand in line very quickly." ”

Yan Shu went to Shanghai to participate in the event this time, and named Mo Qiao to accompany him, which seemed to imply that he had taken her for his own use. The vast majority of Evangel staff have maintained a wait-and-see attitude towards the arrival of the new president - no one knows how long he will be seated.

Mojo had long been accustomed to her cynicism, and through the smooth mirror, she could clearly see Tan Ruoli's provocative expression. She didn't speak, because she knew that the more she kept silent, the more angry the other party became.

Sure enough, Tan Ruoli's eyes cooled, "If I were you, I would look at the cards before placing a bet, otherwise I would know that I had bet on the wrong treasure when I opened the cards, but there would be no room for maneuver." ”

"Thank you for your advice, but I think you'd better take care of yourself first."

Mojo closed Nars' compact box and said calmly, "Do you know who Yan Wei is?" When he joined Bable, he became the first Chinese designer in history, and at first the entire fashion industry was not optimistic about his imminent appointment, because his Minimalism has always advocated is contrary to the luxury style of the Bable brand. But as a result, he managed to save the declining Bable and push it to unprecedented heights, with sales in just one quarter being the sum of the entire past year. He is the best Creativedirector, a domestic fashion magazine, how can it stump him? ”

Tan Ruoli was shocked by her confident words, and then tasted the deep meaning, "You seem to have a good impression of President Yan?" ”

"I'm just judging the situation."

"I'm afraid that you are a pearl secretly invested," Tan Ruoli approached her and smiled narrowly, "You are not the only one who went to Shanghai with President Yan this time." ”

"What do you want to say?"

"President Yan had obviously fired Yuan Ziwen before, and suddenly let her come back, don't you think something happened between them?"

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Ziwen pushed the door and walked in. The two women were silent at the same time and turned to look at her.

Yuan Ziwen was hit by their sudden gaze, and her body instantly stiffened, and she keenly felt that the atmosphere around her was a little strange.

Tan Ruoli narrowed her eyes, examining the original seed Wen from head to toe, and finally fell on her feet.

Elegant beige with starry diamonds, a classic by Marc Jacobs.

Raw Seed Wen and Moqiao wore almost identical shoes on his feet, except that one was genuine and the other was pirated.

After a suffocating silence, Tan Ruoli's laughter pierced into Yuan Ziwen's eardrum like a pinprick, "It's really worthy of being the right-hand man selected by President Yan, and even the taste is so similar." ”

Catastrophe of the century.

In the workplace, it is embarrassing enough to bump into your boss's shoes. What's even more upright is that the pair you're wearing is still a copycat.

Yuan Ziwen has been working at "Evangel" for so long, and he still dresses up his own way. It's because I don't have money, and it's also because of habits, every time I go to the street to buy clothes, I only pick the one that is comfortable and pleasing to the eye, and I take it and leave, never caring whether it is a counterfeit of a luxury product.

But at this moment, she saw an undisguised disgust in Mo Qiao's cold face, like Yuan Ziwen had some kind of plague virus on his body. This made her feel more embarrassed than talking about Ruoli's schadenfreude.

Much later, Yuan Ziwen remembered this scene. It remained in her mind like an incurable scar, reminding her of shame all the time.

Yuan Ziwen didn't know what to say, so he could only turn around and pretend to leave calmly.

The moment she pushed the door, she heard a voice behind her, "Why can someone like her come to work at Evangel?" ”

Because of the afternoon flight, Yuan Ziwen had two hours to go home to pack his luggage.

When she entered, she took off her sinful shoes in the hallway. She stared at the shoes quietly for a long time, then bent down to pick them up and toss them in the trash bin behind the door.

When WeChat and Weibo were just emerging, Yuan Ziwen also had a lot of fun catching up with the trend. But with the overwhelming invasion of micro-businesses, the circle of friends displayed their brand-name loot day and night, which soon made her lose interest. Her desire for luxury is not as strong as a set of out-of-print comic books.

Su Lishang said, you are so unreasonable.

Yuan Ziwen stepped barefoot on the cold concrete floor, walked to the wardrobe, and reached out to open it. The smell of mixed with a touch of rotten wood and ** air wafted out, and there were a few dry lifeless clothes hanging inside, not even a skirt.

When she was in junior high school, Fang Xuan was a brand-name encyclopedia in the eyes of girls. The material abundance she has often catches this group of girls of the same age who have never seen the world off guard. The classmates used to talk to her in a slightly humble tone, and Yuan Ziwen understood when she looked at the careful and flattering eyes that none of them did not want to be Fang Xuan. Including Su Lishang.

But Fang Xuan didn't care, she often wore tens of thousands of yuan of clothes and sat with them on the stall to sell pirated DVDs, and then the four of them held dirty change and wandered to the midnight food stall to eat barbecue and drink beer.

At that time, they were still young after all, and even the aura of yearning for luxury was only a little envy in their hearts. No matter how good LV is, it can't compare to the pleasure of staying up all night with friends. It's easy to be satisfied when you're young, so life is always colorful.

Raw Seed Wen walked under the bed and dragged out a dusty box. The clothes in this were all given by Su Lisheng, she didn't plan to wear them, and she was going to return them together in the future, and she didn't even cut the label.

Yuan Ziwen took out a moon-white dress, and pulled out a royal blue handbag and shoes of the same color.

She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself carefully. The skin is very white, like translucent jade, the double eyelid folds are folded deeply, and the tips of the eyes are hung upward, with a bit of sharpness. But because of staying up late all year round, the dark circles under his eyes are very heavy, and the whites of his eyes are oozing bloodshots, like cracked fine lines on a ceramic vase.

She took a deep breath and put on the outfit of unknown brands. When I looked in the mirror again, I saw a new version of myself.

It was from this moment that she made a compromise with the world.

When Yuan Ziwen arrived at the airport, Yan Wei and Mo Qiao had already arrived.

The moment he saw Mo Qiao, Yuan Ziwen was especially glad that he went home and changed his shoes, because Mo Qiao also changed. Just like a swordsman's tricks, without showing a trace, she can be considered a tie with Moqiao.

Mojo just glanced at her, his face still cold as frost.

Strangely speaking, he smiled with interest, "I thought you would come in slippers." ”

The original seed Wen's face turned red, and the roots of his ears became hot.

It was the first time for Yuan Ziwen to sit in first class, and I felt that the flight attendants were smiling sweeter here than economy class. was looking around, and a cool voice sounded in his ears.

"Why did you decide to go back to Evangel?"

Yuan Ziwen raised his head and immediately crashed into those dark and deep eyes.

Didn't you ask me to come back?

She smitigated in her heart, of course she couldn't say that, "If you look for other jobs and start from scratch, you might as well go back to Evangel." And with the current situation, there is no better job. ”

Yan Shu raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "What did you study in college?" ”

"Archives Management."

Yuan Ziwen drank the drink in her hand, and the light reflected on her face with an indescribable loss.

The college entrance examination that year was just after my grandmother's funeral. Yuan Ziwen didn't have the heart to take the exam at all, and he couldn't even remember how to walk to the exam room and find the classroom. She sat on a chair like a puppet, sat down with two subjects, and handed in a blank paper.

Before the exam started the next morning, she was still sleepwalking when she was slapped in the back. A good-looking male invigilator teacher whispered to her, "Classmate, do you still want your future?!" ”

Perhaps his tone was too harsh, but Yuan Ziwen woke up at once, reluctantly completed the next two subjects, and finally went to a third-rate university in the city.

Grandma used to say, "Xiao Wen has a smart look, and he will definitely be a college student in a prestigious school in the future." ”

Yuan Ziwen also firmly believes that she wants to take the high-end intellectual route, although she also wants to become a popular cartoonist like her mother. But Ju Huiyin has always disapproved of her following her own old path, because the comic industry, compared to doctors, lawyers and civil servants, has always been on the stage.

Yan Wei glanced at her, and he found that Yuan Ziwen liked to be in a daze many times. Her eyes looked like a swamp in which all her emotions were stuffy, and the longer she brewed, the more elusive it became.

This damp silence softened his heart as well.

"If you want to survive in Evangel, you have to integrate yourself into the fashion world," he said. Business is one adventure after another, learn to adapt to the environment, in order to get the space for development, otherwise you will only let yourself hit a wall everywhere. "Evangel" may not be the end for you, but it will be a new www.biquge.info of Fun, and if you take this step in the present, you will be able to go further and climb higher in the future. ”