After rebirth, I picked Mr. He's treasure

Several senior leaders sat in a circle, and Shen Weiyi is now considered as a senior designer of He's, so naturally he also participated.

"I have an opinion."

Shen Weiyi raised his hand, "I think it is still necessary to find more professional people to guide."

"Director Shen, please tell me in detail."

Before Shen Weiyi stepped onto the stage, he prepared his presentation PPT and began to speak.

The high-level people in the audience didn't pay attention to this at first, but with Shen Weiwei's explanation, they felt more and more that Shen Weiwei's views were novel and unique.

After she finished speaking, applause erupted from the audience, and even the corners of He Zhiyan's mouth curled up.

Shen Weiyi noticed his expression, although it was still a little cold, but it gave people the feeling of an old father.

As if to say, "Such an excellent person, but I cultivated the same."

Realizing his own thoughts, Shen Weiyi quickly turned his gaze back, bowed to everyone with a smile, and then walked down the stage.

It's so strange, has he reached the point where he lacks fatherly love?
Shen Weiyi bit her lip and thought about it, but she didn't realize that He Zhiyan was looking at her.

After the meeting, according to He Zhiyan's request, Shen Weiwei was responsible for contacting those design bosses, trying to negotiate for an external consultant.

She prepared carefully and had already made a lot of lists on the computer.

"Mr. He, I think it would be a good choice to focus on some design schools and look for talents from there."

He Zhiyan nodded, he also thinks this point of view is good, but...

"experience."

Mentioning these two words, it is inevitable that staying in school is not a society, so their experience is definitely insufficient compared to those in society.

But Shen Weiwei patted his chest to assure that there would be no problem, "Mr. He, although they have average experience, isn't a piece of white paper more creative?"

He Zhiyan was convinced by this reason, even if he didn't want to agree.

"Okay, just do as you say."

"Then I'll go first." Shen Weiwei smiled, hugged the document, and left happily, as if the task had been completed.

"Mr. He, what happened? Director Shen seems very happy." Jiang Huai stood aside and said.

"You can ask."

Hearing He Zhiyan's answer, Jiang Huai looked at him in surprise again, "Mr. He, you seem very happy too..."

This time, He Zhiyan didn't answer him, and buried himself in his documents again.

So stingy.

Jiang Huai slandered, but today, it seems that the relationship between the two is really different.

Jianghuai's gossip soul was burning, and he couldn't wait to inquire about this matter.

But He Zhiyan seemed to have seen through his thoughts long ago, and specially arranged a lot of work for him today, leaving him no time to inquire about anything.

Shen Weiwei is also quite busy here. He has gone to several schools and hasn't returned to the company for almost a day.

"Only, thank you for your invitation, but now I'm preparing to study abroad so..."

"It's okay, you have a problem."

Shen Weiwei said this, but she sighed helplessly in her heart. She visited several schools, but very few accepted the invitation.

Either the time is not allowed, or I just don't want my work to be commercialized.

After finally finding my old classmate, he is going abroad again.

Seeing that Shen Weiwei was a little disappointed, his old classmate couldn't hold back his face.

"Only, look at this, I don't have time here, but I can recommend someone to you."

"Acquaintance of yours?"

"It's also your acquaintance, and. I dated him for a while when I was in graduate school."

"Ah? True or false, why don't I know?"

The old classmate smiled, "You were so focused on design at that time, why would you care about these things."

Hearing what she said, Shen's only memory suddenly returned to the past.

At that time, she and Shen Yuqing were admitted to the university to study design, but Shen Yuqing was provided by her family, while Shen Weiwei had to work and study in order to maintain the high tuition fees.

She walks between the school and the part-time job shop every day, and really has no time to pay attention to these things.

But who was the old classmate she was talking about?

Yang Qingqing wrote her an address, "Here it is, this is his current studio, just go to him directly."

"Qingqing, you really know how to trick..."

Shen Weiwei took the address, glanced at it and found it familiar but couldn't remember it.

Yang Qingqing smiled, "You'll know who it is when you go and have a look, so it's a surprise, right?"

"Okay, thank you."

Shen Weiyi took the address and took a taxi to go there directly.

I don't know whether it's a surprise or a fright, but this studio is located on the third basement floor.

Shen Weiwei pushed open the dark door, and the lights in the corridor suddenly lit up with a few dim lights, extending directly into the depths.

She read the Communist Manifesto silently, and walked in boldly, but suddenly there was a thud.

As if something fell on the ground, Shen Weiyi was a little frightened, standing at the corner and shouting, "Is anyone there?"

Her own echo echoed in the corridor, but there was no response from within.

"Yang Qingqing, you're not kidding me, are you?"

Shen Weiyi took out the address, checked it carefully with the map, and was sure that it was the right place.

But no serious person would make the studio like this.

The sense of fear gradually amplified, and Shen Weiwei was holding on to the crack of the wall and was about to rush in with all his might, when the muffled sound rang out again.

Immediately afterwards, a woman's head fell sideways on the ground, just around the corner, facing her.

"Ahhh-"

She couldn't take it anymore and screamed.

At this time, the person who had been staying behind also came out, picked up the "human head" on the ground, and walked straight towards Shen Weiyi.

Shen Weiwei was too frightened to move, but there was a voice in his mind, shouting loudly at her, "Run."

Shen Weiyi turned around and was about to leave, but that man had already walked in front of her and called her, "The only one?"

Because of fear, she waved her hand as if to disperse the evil spirits, but when she heard the other party's voice, she completely froze in place.

"Huh? Wu Jia?"

Shen Weiyi looked up at him, only to see that the other party was looking at him and smiling, holding a fake model's head in his hand.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

Shen Weiyi let out a long breath and patted his chest, "Wu Jia, you're hiding too deeply, right? Those who don't know think you're running a cult here?"

Wu Jia scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed, "I don't dare to do that. It's just that the rent here is cheap, so I stay here."

"So that's the case." Shen Weiwei nodded, and followed Wu Jia to continue walking inside.

She found that this place is very large, although there is only one floor, it covers an area of ​​[-] square meters.

"It seems that you have developed well?" Shen Weiyi couldn't help but sigh.

"It's nothing." Wu Jia was still very modest, "It's just a hobby, by the way, I heard that Qingqing asked you to come here."

"She should have told you everything, then I will ask directly, do you want to come to He's?"