Lin Yan stepped on the five-centimeter thin heel sandals, brushed her long hair casually, and finally moved the heavy sign out.

Wang Manman was carrying two breakfasts in her hands, looking at the beautiful figure of her boss from a distance, and the painting style was very strange and dragged the notice board to appear in her sight.

She hurriedly put down her bicycle and walked quickly to Lin Yan's side, Lin Yan felt someone approaching behind her, let go and stopped.

"Sister Lin Yan, that one is too heavy, you can't move it alone." Wang Manman put the breakfast on the coffee table in the store, rolled up his sleeves and put his hand on the handle.

Lin Yan weighed the wooden frame on the billboard, turned to Wang Manman and said, "This one is too heavy, why don't you just change it." ”

Wang Manman clapped his hands, tore open a small bag of milk and handed it to her: "Sister Lin Yan, money." ”

Lin Yan waved her hand after listening: "When I didn't mention it." ”

The morning sun is soft and gorgeous, the air is filled with the fresh smell of a night of rain, and the arches in front of the flower shop are entwined with flowers, and the petals are still dewdropped, which are particularly clear in the sun. The pedestrian street is filled with people rushing to work, and from time to time someone will stop to take a look at this small shop.

Lin Yan sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, taking a small sip of the sandwich brought by Wang Manman, and taking two sips of water from time to time. Under her slender fingers was a curly A4 piece of paper blurred by a signature pen, and she stared silently at her phone, the email she sent yesterday not getting a reply.

Is Chen Weiyan still thinking about it, or has he not seen the email he sent?

Yesterday, she picked two paintings that were more literary and artistic, but thinking about it this morning, she should actually post a few commercial works. After all, she has traveled to the painting market many times in reality, and she also knows some ways. Galleries are different from others, and the mode of operation of galleries is more of a business model.

One is a popular painter who auctions his works through guò art exhibitions, and the other is a commercial painting. In fact, it is more suitable to sell her paintings like yesterday in an art exchange center where painters gather.

But she really didn't have a few works at hand, and she picked them up for a long time. This is already a blessing, because she has always thought that the skill of drawing is not included in the skills set by the people of this system.

Yesterday, I didn't have the mentality of finding them at all, so I found those two paintings yesterday and sent them without even thinking about it. If you think about it again today, you should have waited.

Lin Yan thought for a long time with her chin on her chin, thinking that one road would not work, and it would be a big deal to take a detour and change the road. There is also a curve to save the country.

She picked up the A4 paper she had in hand and re-copied the contents of a copy of the paper.

This package is the flower butler package that Rong Yiding set yesterday, and the prototype of the package is still the small drawing that Lin Yan saw in the character backpack, and the business tips that appeared when he clicked it.

I thought it was a peerless secret to make money and go to the pinnacle of life, but it turned out to be just a normal marketing plan.

She scratched and pulled yesterday, and finally wrote the advertising slogan, and also laid out this set of fooling people. Overall, this package is a customized flower butler monthly and annual service for flower lovers.

It can select high-quality flowers and flowers for customers according to their flower preferences, display scenes (residence, office, shop, etc.), flower flowering period and other factors, regularly update flower matching every week and deliver flowers to the door.

She currently has four series:

The spring series is 299 / month, and the flowers are updated 4 times in January

Fanjin series 499 / month and January door-to-door update of flowers 4 times

Honey series 499 / month and January door-to-door update of flowers 4 times

The shallow winter series is 499 / month, and the flowers are updated 4 times in January

The price she gave to Rong Yi yesterday seemed to be too high, Lin Yan pursed her lips, thinking about whether to refund the money or give him a luxury package.

No, no, no, no, no, Lin Yan hurriedly shook her head to deny her idea, let's upgrade the luxury package for him. Don't let go of the money in your mouth, especially in a situation like yourself that is poor and jingle.

Lin Yan pulled her phone again, but still didn't receive a reply. The gallery is not bad, so you should be able to make a little money by working two jobs.

Lin Yan glanced at the delivery man pulling the flowers, and thought about whether she should go to Hejiu Company to find Rong Yi and insert a bouquet of flowers.

The high-rise buildings in the business district soar into the sky, and the mirrored glass reflects the harsh light in the sunlight. Lin Yan held a large bouquet of flowers, and her slender high heels stepped on the smooth marble floor.

She pressed down the floor and looked apprehensively at the elites in suits and leather shoes around her. And she was wearing a lotus-colored low-necked short skirt, which was out of place with the environment next to her. She hugged the flowers in her hand, and the people around her came in and out, and finally a little brother who delivered water came, diverting everyone's attention.

The numbers of the elevator are changing, and everyone is tacitly watching the changes in the numbers on the screen, and the atmosphere of the elevator is strict and depressing. This was the first time Lin Yan had come into contact with the world of these business elites, and for most of her life, she had more contact with people at the bottom of society, such as orphans, such as pedestrians in the square park, and buyers who had to pay even a penny in the process of selling paintings.

Her life has always been a microcosm of the lives of many people, and she has never known what kind of life a real business person or celebrity is living day by day. In her eyes, the longest companionship is the embarrassment of life and the wandering of helplessness.

Even if she began to make money to support herself in later life, she began to have some small savings, and even began to wear some brands of clothes and buy some brands of cosmetics. But in her heart, the shadow of her young life has always lingered.

But fortunately, she was not mentally distressed. She read countless books on life philosophy, read many love essays, studied art, and learned piano. No matter what life is like, as long as you are not lacking in spirit, then you will not be lonely and cheap.

Because you have a higher soul.

The floor stopped on the 21st floor, Lin Yan hugged the flowers in her hand, consulted the service desk and was led to Qin Yi's office. Along the way, she accepted all kinds of scrutiny, her expression was a little unnatural, and the fingers holding the flowers were a little white because of the exertion.

It was not pleasant to be looked at, Lin Yan took a deep breath and knocked on the office door with the director's sign hanging in front of her.

No one responded, Lin Yan stood at the door and knocked again, but no one answered. The people around looked at her, Lin Yan felt a little embarrassed, reached out and took out her mobile phone to make a call to Rong Yi.

But the door in front of him creaked open, and Rong Yi was wearing a shirt with a moon-white floral embroidery pattern, the cuffs were slightly rolled up, his eyes were warm, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

"The sound insulation here is better, maybe you can't hear the speech inside." Rong Yishan opened the door and took the flowers in her hand. "Miss Lin is punctual, and she came to work on Monday."

His voice was low and beautiful, relaxing Lin Yan's feelings that had nowhere to put them. Rong Yi reflexively closed the door and poured her a glass of water.

"You are free, I will see the text jiàn." Rong Yi stretched out his hand and motioned for her to sit on a dark gray sofa next to the desk, and Lin Yan sat down obediently and put the flowers on the black coffee table in front of her. She pulled out a pair of trimming scissors from her bag and stole a glance at the office.

The tone of the office is dominated by cool colors, with a lot of black, white and gray elements. The black tone is used for Rong Yi's desk and other tables, and the gray or wood color tone is used for the other seating and furnishings. In the direction where she was sitting, there was a row of simple round crystal lamps, which looked much softer.

Lin Yan carefully wiped the white vase she had brought and began to prune the branches. Rong also sat in the office leather chair, doing a good job of the viewer, not reaching out to make a few phone calls. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind him offer a glimpse of the city's busiest streets, as well as the coast beyond.

The man in front of him was strict and gentle, and the sun hit the angular side of his face. His silhouette was shrouded in a shallow halo of light, and his slender fingers tapped against the tabletop.

Lin Yan was a little distracted for a while, this system is really eccentric. All the female protagonists and male protagonists are good-looking, and they have to go to heaven, and themselves, in addition to their delicate faces and a bit of temperament, have lowered the average level of the system's appearance as a whole.

She shook her head, reached down and pulled the rubber band off her wrist, and simply tied herself in a ponytail. Rong Yi, who was opposite, raised his head and just saw her ponytail.

The woman opposite had a slender neck and soft and thick hair, which was obviously a very ordinary action, but Rong Ye couldn't take his eyes off it.

He finally knew why there was a sense of familiarity at the first sight of the woman in front of him.

Lin Yan raised her eyes and just saw his smiling gaze. Lin Yan smiled lightly: "Mr. Rong likes cold colors or warm colors." ”

Rong Yi glanced at the purple roses and bright yellow sunflowers in her hand, and said softly: "Warm colors, you should like warm colors." ”

Lin Yan nodded: "The tone of your office is a little cold, and you need to embellish it." ”

Rong Yi nodded and continued the work at hand, Lin Yan carefully pruned the flowers and leaves, and from time to time grabbed the cut branches into her hands. I like what warm colors are for. Lin Yan slandered in her heart, and the male protagonist of the romance drama wanted to be sultry if he didn't agree with him.

The door creaked open, Lin Yan looked up, and saw that the man who pushed the door in was thin and wearing a dark blue shirt.

Chen Weiyan? Lin Yan paused with the hand holding the flower branch, and looked at the man who was sitting on Rong Yi's desk as soon as he came in in a little daze.

Rong Yi looked at Chen Weiyan who was sitting on his desk, he still had a contract in his hand, Rong Yi glanced at it, and his eyes gestured behind him.

Chen Weiyan lit a cigarette and slowly turned to look at Lin Yan, who looked at him and coughed embarrassedly twice, and slammed down from the table and stood up straight.

"I'm sorry why I smelled of flowers when I walked through the door."

Lin Yan smiled: "It's okay. ”

But what she thought in her heart was, damn it, this is the male partner she wants to tackle. Why does she accept incompetence a little bit in this style, she wants to cover her face and drag the system out now, why can't she be assigned a strategy object like a male protagonist.

Yes, she prefers to be a little calmer.

Chen Weiyan put the contract in her hand on the coffee table in front of her and said, "I just said that I was going to sign a contract with you, but I didn't reply to your message after drinking too much yesterday, I'm sorry." ”

Lin Yan looked down and saw that the contract was the contract for her to enter the gallery.

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