Uncle, don't be afraid that I will cover you every day

Director Zhao sneered, "So you know?"

Tang Muxi: "???"

Could it be that the information she received yesterday was wrong?But it's obviously a funeral style...

Director Zhao turned the computer screen back, moved the mouse to edit this short video, and added some elements of the original video.

Her speed was so fast that Tang Muxi felt a little curious, but the screen was facing away from her, so she couldn't see what Director Zhao was doing.

Tang Muxi took a look at Director Zhao, and then secretly moved two steps to the side. Seeing that Director Zhao didn't respond, she boldly moved two steps forward, stood on the side of the desk, and looked sideways. computer desktop.

At this time, Director Zhao edited part of the wedding photos captured in the original wedding video and placed them at the front of the short video. The playback speed slowed down. wedding photos.

The picture is still the same black and white. After the wedding photo cuts in, there are cars following each other. It is the convoy of Zhou Lingchen and Tang Anning getting married, but the color of the picture has been adjusted, and there are still photos from before... No, the wedding photo is preconceived , their wedding convoy seemed to become a send-off convoy.

Tang Muxi's eyes brightened, and his gaze became eager. Regardless of Zhou Lingchen and Tang Anning's factors, Director Zhao's adjustments were completely on point, clean and neat.

After a while, Director Zhao clicked Save, closed all the windows on the computer screen with one click, and turned to look at Tang Muxi, "Why, I can't grasp my style well, but I can learn by myself without a teacher?"

Tang Muxi felt guilty for a moment, and quickly moved back a few steps. She expressed her innocence, and after a while, she couldn't help but said, "Director Zhao, you are really amazing!"

Director Zhao, who doesn't accept rainbow farts, looked at Tang Muxi coldly, his expression didn't improve in the slightest, "Praise me? Do I look like the kind of person who can easily be overwhelmed by praise?"

Tang Muxi quickly shook her head, "No. Director Zhao, I really think you're great. I never thought of putting the photo in!"

Director Zhao's tone was cold, "I'm better than you, otherwise this position would not be mine long ago!"

Tang Muxi silently closed her mouth. Director Zhao is indeed the rumored Zhao Juejue.

But when Tang Muxi thought of Director Zhao's adjustments to the video just now, although it was a few simple strokes, but all of them were on point, Tang Muxi's heart couldn't help but get hot again.

Director Zhao didn't even look at Tang Muxi, he unplugged the USB flash drive and threw it in Tang Muxi's direction, "Go back and revise, and give me the final draft before I get off work at night!"

Tang Muxi hurriedly took it, nodded and said, "Okay!"

"Where's the idea you should have handed in yesterday?" Director Zhao asked.

Tang Muxi was stunned for a moment. Director Zhao's previous request was that all office staff should submit an idea every day. Tang Muxi was very active in this before, but yesterday Tang Muxi was busy editing videos, so naturally he didn't have time to do it. Want to be creative.

"Director Zhao, I made this video yesterday..."

Director Zhao laughed directly, "It can take up to an hour to edit a video like this. Are you trying to tell me that you edited all night yesterday and don't have time to think about ideas?"

Tang Muxi was silent. Strictly speaking, it was not just one night, but also the two hours of work when he woke up at five o'clock this morning.

Director Zhao stared at Tang Muxi, probably seeing some meaning on her face, and sarcastically said, "Tang Muxi, your mind is filled with straw, right? It's still muddy. Straw, can't you stir it?"

Tang Muxi took a deep breath, and the desire to refute immediately dissipated after being absolutely crushed by her strength.

"Before I leave work, I will make up the idea!"

Manager Zhao waved his hand, which was very obvious in impatience and chasing people away.

Holding the USB flash drive, Tang Muxi obediently left Director Zhao's office and sat back in her seat.

Song Fanxing came over with a thermos, and looked at Tang Muxi with concern. There was no one in this office who hadn't learned Zhao Juejue's skills.

She looked at Tang Muxi with subtle sympathy, and patted Tang Muxi on the shoulder, "How is it?"

Tang Muxi looked at Song Fanxing, and for a second, she was very good at playing, and she cupped her hands at Song Fanxing, "I was lucky enough to survive~"

Followed by Song Fanxing, who was a playwright, he pretended to wipe away his tears, "I'm making things difficult for you, it's really not easy for you! What have you been through inside!"

Tang Muxi shook her head, her face was full of expressions: "Director Zhao's trick is to sweep away the fallen leaves with the autumn wind, so I have no choice but to bow down!"

Song Fanxing burst out laughing, and Tang Muxi couldn't help but reminded, "Director Zhao may come out at any time, are you sure you want to continue talking about life with me here?"

, "I'm naturally timid, I'll withdraw first, you take care!" Song Fanxing glanced at the office fearfully.

Watching Song Fanxing leave, Tang Muxi let out a long breath, and inserted the USB flash drive into the computer. She still had to be careful, otherwise her small body would really not be able to carry it.

Tang Muxi restrained her mind and devoted all her attention to the short video, and her inspiration exploded. In addition to the photos cut by Director Zhao and the part of the team, Tang Muxi also cut a video of the guests crying. Taken together, It's more and more like a funeral!

It's not like a zombie movie, which makes people feel scary.

After finally getting the whole video done, Tang Muxi watched it with headphones on, gradually detached from the work mood, and looked at the two figures belonging to Zhou Lingchen and Tang Anning on the computer screen. A good wedding now looks like It's almost like a funeral.

Tang Muxi's heart was so happy that she couldn't help laughing.

She turned her neck to relieve her fatigue, and inadvertently met Director Zhao's eyes. The latter's brows were raised, with habitual sarcasm, as if asking: Are you done with your work?

Tang Muxi's heart trembled, and she sat upright for a moment, continuing to perfect the short video, striving for excellence, to the point where Director Zhao couldn't find any faults.

……

The sky was getting dark, and finally submitted the idea just in time for get off work. Relieved, Tang Muxi took his computer with him and walked out side by side with Song Fanxing.

"My idea was rejected by Director Zhao again, and I don't know what kind of idea can satisfy Director Zhao." Song Fanxing took a sip of water, feeling a little irritable.

With a smile on her face, Tang Muxi said firmly: "I'll kill one and think about another, there will always be a day when she is satisfied!"

"You can think about it!" Song Fanxing patted Tang Muxi, "No matter how creative you are, this mentality is definitely the number one. Within the company, no one can compete with you for the championship."

Tang Muxi curled her lips, and couldn't help but give Song Fanxing a supercilious look, "You are the only one who can say it, otherwise you can say more?"

Song Fanxing shrugged and laughed playfully.

When the two were about to walk forward, Tang Muxi saw a familiar car came into view, her body stiffened for a moment, and her footsteps stopped unconsciously.

Song Fanxing looked at Tang Muxi in surprise, "What's wrong?"

It's rush hour now, and there are so many people on the road, many of them are colleagues in the same office as Tang Muxi. Tang Muxi swallowed nervously, staring at the black Bentley, praying for the best It was Gu Liyan who didn't come.

Otherwise, as soon as she took off her vest, with so many people around, the news of her marrying into a wealthy family would have reached Zhao Juejue's ears in minutes.

Song Fanxing followed Tang Muxi's gaze, and naturally saw the car, "That's right, this year's latest model, I don't know what the internal configuration is, but even if it is low-end, it is a high price that I dare not expect! "

"It would be great if I could afford accessories!" Tang Muxi smiled awkwardly.

But her eyes kept falling on the car. She wanted to run away and knew that the timing was not right. Tang Muxi blinked her eyes and decisively decided to pretend that the car didn't exist.

Song Fanxing was still sighing: "It should be here to pick up someone, I don't know who has such a good fortune."

Nervously, Tang Muxi grabbed Song Fanxing's hand and walked forward with his head muffled, wanting to run away before being discovered, and send a WeChat message to communicate with Gu Liyan in private later.

Song Fanxing was a little surprised: "Xiaoxi, what are you doing?"

Just before taking two steps, the driver's door was suddenly pushed open, and Song Fanxing pulled Tang Muxi to stop with great interest, to see who the car was coming to pick up.

Tang Muxi was very annoyed, but many people here stopped in their tracks, with the same gossipy eyes.

The driver, Uncle Wang, walked straight towards Tang Muxi. Song Fanxing turned his head and said softly, "It's weird, why do I think he's looking at us!"

Tang Muxi added silently in her heart: It's not us, but me!
Uncle Wang walked up to Tang Muxi with a smile on his face, "Sir..."

Before he could say a word, Tang Muxi bowed directly to him, "Master, hello!"

Uncle Wang was stunned for a moment, but did not react.

Song Fanxing's gaze fell on Tang Muxi, and then at Uncle Wang in front of her, a little surprised.

Many eyes around them focused on them, Tang Muxi panicked a lot, but kept her face steady, "Master, are you the driver of the express car I hired?"

"Express driver?" Song Fanxing subconsciously looked at the black passenger car. When did people who can drive this kind of car come to work part-time as express drivers?

Song Fanxing's eyes fell on Uncle Wang, and he didn't think that Uncle Wang seemed to be the owner of this Bentley.

Tang Muxi raised her voice and said, "It's my luck. I took an express train and unexpectedly got an appointment with Bentley. Master, you are extraordinary!"

"That's true." Song Fanxing raised his eyebrows.

The more unattractive a person is, the more likely he has a very unusual identity. Who knows if this plainly dressed master in front of him has demolished several houses behind his back, and only came out to drive a fast car to enjoy life when he had nothing to do.

"Xiaoxi, how much is the express car?" Song Fanxing asked curiously.

Tang Muxi didn't know how much it was, so he probably estimated it in his heart, "It's about ninety, right, master?"

Although Uncle Wang didn't know what Tang Muxi was doing, he still had to cooperate with his wife's words, "92."

Tang Muxi was relieved. Fortunately, Uncle Wang didn't directly demolish her.

"92?" Song Fanxing's voice was full of surprise.

This new series of Bentleys is recognized as burning oil, 92. After starting the car for a while, it is not only this number, but come to pick up Tang Muxi?