Before entering the door, the unique sweet aroma of cigars goes straight into the nasal cavity, making people dizzy and blood surge.

Han Ruo obviously felt that his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak in his chest, as if his heart had derailed and slipped into his respiratory tract.

What does six years change a person into? She restrained herself from thinking about it, but her hands couldn't stop shaking.

She never deliberately searched for his resume and photos, but when his book became popular on the Internet, when his movies were crazy at the box office and popularity, she inadvertently heard and watched his experience, and she knew that it was him.

"Don't be aside, get in!"

Wang Xiaohan behind her pushed her, and she staggered forward. Fortunately, the glass door had been pulled open, otherwise it would have been even more embarrassing to hit your head against the door.

was so reckless and brainless that she fell in, the room was silent for a while, and all eyes converged on her gaffe.

She stood forward, catching a glimpse of where he was sitting out of the corner of her eye, her eyes resting down on his soft calfskin shoe.

She couldn't suppress her trembling, and stumbled to speak: "Mr. Finger Sha, hello, my name is Han Ruo, the literary editor in charge of the planning department." ”

The sand between his fingers hooked the corners of his lips, and his gaze was not on her, so he simply turned around, turned his head, looked at Melinda, and slowly spit out a sentence: "My surname is Zhuang, you can call me Zhuang Bin." ”

"Zhuang is always good." Han Ruo didn't answer him, and called him officially and formally.

Zhuang Bin's brows furrowed imperceptibly.

"Mr. Zhang, let the beauties sit down and talk."

He said lightly, slowly exhaling the smoke. Even the tension caused by Han Ruo's gaffe dissipated a little.

Mr. Zhang beckoned his editors to take a seat, and finally regained the initiative and began to introduce the two sides.

Colleagues were excited to talk, wanting to let the sand between their fingers remember themselves, Mr. Zhuang kept shouting, especially Wang Xiaohan gushing out his admiration.

Han Ruo just sat with his head down, not joining in the fun, and not competing for the limelight.

The brain recalls a long time ago, she always called him Zhuang Bin by name Zhuang Bin, used up the sugar in her body, and called his name sweetly.

He always frowned and told her that it was rude to call someone by name or surname.

Regardless of whether he is polite or not, the past has long been settled.

She is not the heroine of his story, nor is she a supporting actress, she does not exist in his book, she is a nameless person whose name and existence have been erased.

That night, Mr. Li and Mr. Zhang set up a box to entertain Melinda and Finger Sand, and everyone in the planning department avoided it.

Afterwards, Han Ruocai heard from Director Zhao that Zhuang Bin and Melinda would live in Shanghai for a long time in the future, and the studio would also move to Shanghai, and he raised a group of new nameless screenwriters who were responsible for original scripts and also took on outside work.

Han Ruo was puzzled. Then why did they suddenly come to the company, and they didn't know any news beforehand.

Zhao Moju explained to her, and when the two met Mr. Zhang, they simply came to Tang Mao Film and Television Shanghai Branch to sit down. It is said that Zhuang Bin and Wu Zhuang, the chairman of the Beijing head office, have always known each other, and Zhuang Bin was in Beijing when he was in Beijing, and he was taken care of by Mr. Wu. So he intended to cooperate with Tang Mao when he was popular.

The idea of this collaboration was quickly confirmed, and Finger Sand Studio sent in a project that it wanted to work with.

Mr. Zhang asked all the editors in charge to review it together, and after writing opinions according to the group, he submitted the manuscript to Mr. Zhang, and the finger sand meeting visited again three days later.

Wang Xiaohan was naturally cheering, and bluntly said that next time, he must sign and take a group photo with his fingers.

Han Ruo couldn't be happy, after the review opinions were handed in, Mr. Zhang talked to her because she was out of shape in front of the sand between her fingers.

Before entering the office, her partner Zhai Di not only told her to be careful, but also asked her to fight more to see if she could follow the project.

After joining the company for more than a year, Han Ruo knows what kind of character Mr. Zhang has. The grouping of partners in the department has always been veterans and novices, and when she first came in, Zhai Di tactfully reminded her to avoid being alone with Mr. Zhang as much as possible.

At first, she didn't understand, but after all kinds of explicit hints and temptations from Mr. Zhang, even if she couldn't believe it, she still realized that this old man wanted to uncover his subordinates. He probably thought that all women would be like Zhao Moju who would be dead set on following him for many years, dressing and folding quilts for him, making beds and sleeping.

It's a pity that not everyone is as cheap as Zhao Moju.

A master of arts, to have good looks, to have a figure, although over thirty years old, but well-maintained, not yet married, a woman would be willing to prostrate at the feet of a short and fat old man in his fifties, less than 1.6 meters tall, for him to saddle up and serve him for many years, and from time to time endure his public insults, just for a bite to eat.

It's really a lewd man with a cowardly woman, willing to fight and suffer.

Han Ruo's face was silent, and his heart was already turning a thousand times.

Mr. Zhang deliberately hung Han Ruo, sat on the leather sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and lit another cigarette.

The small office was filled with smoke, and even the boiling tea was loud to protest the poison of secondhand smoke.

Life must be happy! But this person doesn't go to the Tao!

is both soft and hard, that is, she has just switched into this industry, and she is easy to bully. However, he still has a lot of personality and is brainless, unlike Zhao Moju, who just doesn't know how to send it to the door by himself. If she continues to force it, she may not be able to resign.

Taking a greedy puff of cigarette, as if to hide his evil heart, Zhang Zude squinted his eyes at Han Ruo through the suspended smoke. From head to toe, front to back, the aggressiveness in her gaze was so strong that it seemed to have penetrated her clothes and stripped her whole body naked.

It's that disgusting look again! It is not surprising that an old man who always opens his mouth openly and flies human organs on his mouth at department meetings looks at his subordinates with dirty eyes.

When the boiling function of the tea machine is completed, it stops automatically, and the boiling water gradually goes out. Mr. Zhang began to scald the cup and make tea as usual, but he still didn't say a word to Han Ruo.

When the tea was ready, he began to teach her the principles of being a human being again.

This time, he started from "if you want to do things, learn to be a man first", and turned to "people have never seen the world, and they should not show it on their faces, and if they lose their temper, they will only make people look down on them", and so on, and finally fell back to "I will always wear the wrong clothes and say the wrong things on special days, because I attach too much importance to them, but I will make mistakes" and so on.

Larry pulled a lot of miscellaneous, to the effect that it was rude for Han Ruo to meet the screenwriter in a formal suit yesterday; Han Ruo didn't do well when he greeted the screenwriter, and he shouldn't have spoken before he introduced himself, etc.

Han Ruo secretly rolled his eyes a few times, he wanted to explain halfway, but then he thought about it.

In the company, everyone is always encouraged to dress casually, so as not to restrict their thinking. What's more, the screenwriter was not notified in the first place, how could she not know how the prophet would wear formal clothes.

If he really wants to find a mistake, Wang Xiaohan can't escape. If you talk about gaffes, Wang Xiaohan is noisy like a who has never seen the world, no better than her.

So, just listen to it. Mr. Zhang made it clear that there was something in his words, and he was going to beat again.

Sure enough, in the end, Zhang Zude made the final decision.

"Let Xiaohan follow this project, your group's opinions are very well written. But to be a man, you must have a vision, learn to open up at the critical moment, and you can only get if you give up! Follow me more and serve more, and learn from your sister Zhao, you will always get a lot of benefits. ”

The donkey's head is not in the horse's mouth! It means that you don't want to do the project.

What Mr. Zhang thinks in his heart is, if you are the Monkey King, can you fly over my Wuzhi Mountain? You've only been mixed in Tang Cat for more than a year, what kind of climate can you become? If I say a word, which of these film and television companies in Shanghai dares to ask you.

Han Ruo naturally knows his disadvantages, he is not a film and television major, he is a halfway monk, and his industry qualifications are still shallow......

So before her fledgling wings, she could only endure it.

In addition, not to follow the project of the Finger Sand Studio, instead of feeling disappointed, she couldn't ask for it, and she couldn't wait to stay away from the surname Zhuang and the surname Mei. I'm just sorry for Zhai Di.