The party with Yan Danchen and others was drunk until the second half of the night, and when Ye Leiyang returned home, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, and after a simple wash, he fell asleep, and anyone who drank more than a pound of liquor and countless beers and foreign wines was also dizzy.

When I woke up the next day, it was already noon.

Leaning back in his chair with a copy of William Ahrens' "Contemporary Advertising", Ye Leiyang continued to expand his knowledge, always dealing with words, he liked examples more than those concepts and conclusions, this book sent by Tang Xin from the United States was made a lot of notes, including a variety of popular explanations, so that Ye Leiyang, who was dizzy in the definition of those similar noun explanations, brightened.

Of course, there are also specific plans in the notes, and they have very unique insights into key parts such as "halo effect" and "the exact application of soft advertising". Not only these two books, Tang Xin also mailed Ye Leiyang related books and periodicals such as "Modern Public Relations", "Media Economics", "Popular Psychology", etc., all of which made detailed notes without exception, and they all seemed to be written by the same person.

Connecting these notes together is a valuable asset, Ye Leiyang simply combined a few notes from several books to write a theoretically impeccable advertising plan, although he knows that there is a short distance between theory and reality, but only a few records can do this is enough to prove the gold content of these notes. He began to be curious about the owners of these books, Tang Xin was able to mail them to him, indicating that she must know the owners of these books, but no matter whether Ye Leiyang sent a message or called to inquire about it, Tang Xin looked at him left and right, and did not tell Ye Leiyang who the owner of these books was.

Since Tang Xin refused to say it, Ye Leiyang had no other way but to continue watching.

After reading the book for a while, Ye Leiyang received a call from Zhao Baogang, and the matter of the crew of "Struggle" still needs him, the screenwriter, to go to the company.

went out and took a car to Zhao Baogang's studio, Ye Leiyang listened to Zhao Baogang's words, and his face was speechless: "Director Zhao, you're not joking with me, are you?" ”

Zhao Baogang smiled bitterly: "Look at my expression, do you seem to be joking?" ”

Ye Leiyang waved his hand again and again: "I don't care, whether you are joking or not, all in all, I will definitely not agree to this matter, so I won't be a assistant director." The content of my script is detailed enough, and you can call me to communicate anything, but it is definitely impossible for me to follow the group. ”

What are you kidding, Ye Leiyang finally doesn't have to live a hard life in this life, whether it is a script or a book, he no longer walks around various departments of the company with a warm and honest smile in this life, and he no longer pretends to be a clown who doesn't understand the cynicism of some people, for Ye Leiyang, an old fritter who has been in the workplace for some years in his previous life, his current life is undoubtedly the best.

As a result, Zhao Baogang said that he would let himself be the assistant director of the "Struggle" crew, and Ye Leiyang would agree to see the hell.

After saying this, Ye Leiyang didn't give Zhao Baogang a chance to refuse at all, stood up and left his studio directly, no matter what Zhao Baogang wanted, he wouldn't do what he wanted.

Seeing Ye Leiyang leave his office, Zhao Baogang took out the phone and dialed a number with a helpless face: "I'm sorry, he didn't agree to that." ”

The person on the other end of the line was silent for a moment, and hung up after a while.

Ye Leiyang didn't know what was hidden behind Zhao Baogang's request, he just didn't like this kind of life, since he didn't like it, stay away.

So Ye Leiyang directly bought a ticket back to Binzhou and flew back to Binzhou that night.

When the dusty Ye Leiyang appeared at the door of his house, he really scared his father and mother.

"Stinky boy, why are you back?" Wang Yuan looked at her son in front of her with a look of surprise, she really didn't expect that her son who called her before said that he was doing things in the capital, how could he come back in a blink of an eye after a few days of hard work.

Ye Leiyang hugged his mother with a smile, then put down the backpack on his body and said with a smile: "Mom, I'm back." ”

Startled by his son's sudden movements, Wang Yuan patted Ye Leiyang on the back: "Stinky boy, are you still willing to go home?" ”

Ye Leiyang smiled, his mother was worried, no matter how old he was or what kind of achievement he had, in his mother's eyes, he was always the child who needed her to think about him all the time.

This kind of warm feeling is something that many people can't understand and experience when they are young, and they even feel that their parents are a little nagging, and they always don't like to listen to such words, but only truly mature people will understand what kind of pain it is to be quiet and the wind is not stopped, and the child wants to raise but the parent is not there. As the saying goes, if you don't raise children, you don't know the kindness of your parents.

"Where's my dad?" Ye Leiyang asked his mother while putting his backpack luggage in his living room.

Wang Yuan happily pulled her son, and said with a smile: "Your father is in the store, someone is talking to him about something." ”

The business of his own restaurant is good, Ye Leiyang has heard his parents talk about it several times, and he also understands that whether it is Ye Aiguo or Wang Yuan, they are not the kind of people with great skills in novels and movies, their background and vision determine the level of two people, at best, they are small bosses, and it is definitely not possible to do big business.

So Ye Leiyang never thought about letting his parents do something big. In his opinion, his parents should do a small business in Beihai and live a good life at home.

Some people may aspire to get out of the small city and go to the metropolis, but in Ye Leiyang's opinion, it is undoubtedly a rather ridiculous thing, the bustling metropolis is beautiful, but it is not suitable for everyone. Maybe some people really find their happiness in the metropolis, but the vast majority of people do not belong to the metropolis.

The most obvious example is the empty streets during the Spring Festival.

Everyone has a place that belongs to and suits him, and Ye Leiyang knows very well what he and his family are suitable for.

"By the way, you're in a good position, aren't you?" Just when Ye Leiyang was thinking nonsense in his mind, his mother's words made him stunned, and the next moment his face became extremely strange.

"Mom, where did you hear that?" Ye Leiyang said to his mother with a bitter face.

He really doesn't know where his mother heard the news, why is he even alarmed by his mother, could it be that someone is informing?

PS: After twelve o'clock at midnight, it is my Zhao Wenxuan's second birthday, today I measured his height and weight, 72 cm, 14 pounds and 3 taels, can't speak, can't sit steadily, just have the consciousness of climbing, this is the two-year-old Zhao Wenxuan, my wife and I call him the thumb master. Two years ago, Zhao Wenxuan, who had just been born, was four pounds and four taels, and when he was one year old, he would not turn over, raise his head, or grasp things by himself. Saying this is not to win anyone's sympathy, but I just hope that everyone understands one thing, people always encounter many things in their lives, maybe they are happy, maybe they are a little sad. But no matter what, as long as the family can be together, it will be enough. At least, that's what I thought.

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