Meet the Brand Officer

Song Ziyuan was flustered and regretful, his eyes followed Lin Xiyou all the time.

Her indifference remains the same, her eloquence, her indifference, her consideration of the overall situation and her understanding of the general situation
Her every move, every frown and smile, tightly touched his heart.

She was obviously angry, but she suppressed her emotions and was still trying her best to solve Qiu Le's matter for him.

"Old Qiu, I don't know other capitalists, but I have cooperated with Mr. Song on several projects."

Lin Xiyou withdrew her hand pointing at Song Ziyuan, kept looking at Qiu Le, and said with a hint of self-mockery in her tone: "Although I only know a little about him, judging from the cooperation in the previous projects, his professionalism and work attitude It is still trustworthy.”

"He should also consider the ecological environment protection of Foggy Valley's development."

"Old Qiu, before they came, we had a good chat. If you are willing to believe me, can you give each other a chance to temporarily put aside your prejudices and talk about your ideas calmly. I believe you can communicate well and discuss things out. A solution acceptable to both parties."

Lin Xiyou saw Qiu Le's complexion loosened, his eyes softened, and the sense of cynicism around him also quietly dissipated, so she said with a light smile, "Then you talk, I'll go out to get some air first."

She walked out quickly, with downcast eyes quickly passing through the crowd, the moment she stepped out of the threshold, the smile on her face was gone, her mood was dark and unclear, her heart seemed to have a big stone, and her breathing was painful
After all, she still didn't look at him again.

"Xiyou—" Song Ziyuan was in a hurry, trying to catch up, but Bai Rui stretched out his arms to stop her, "If you don't want her efforts to be in vain, stay and settle the matter first."

"Can--"

"She also needs a space to calm down." Bai Rui said lightly.

Song Ziyuan finally stopped in his tracks, watching helplessly as her back disappeared at the end of the night
He took a deep breath to calm down his chaotic mood, and when he turned to look at Qiu Le, his face was already cold and serious.

"Capital is not good or bad, but the result is good or bad. Where capital flows, whether it is a blessing or a disaster, the key lies in the people who control it."

He opened his mouth slowly, paused every word, with an imposing manner, but his eyes glanced outside the door from time to time, his eyes were full of concern.

"If you are willing to communicate, everyone here is a team of experts in development and brand building. You can listen to their blueprint for the future of Foggy Valley. As long as it is reasonable and reasonable, we will adopt it as appropriate."

"If you're still stubborn, there's no need to waste precious time on both sides."

Song Ziyuan didn't want to stay any longer, every minute without her was suffering.

Anxious, he gave Wei Ba a look, and after entrusting the scene, he strode out impatiently.

"Boom—boom—"

As soon as he went out, a burst of lightning and thunder pierced through the sky, and he saw a violent storm sweeping in.

There are not many street lights in the mountains, and the night is pitch black, and she still doesn't know where she is
Song Ziyuan's heart was in a ball, and he called her anxiously, but he couldn't get through after several calls, and the phone turned off when he called again.

Now, he was in a complete panic and ran wildly on the mountain path, calling her name.

In the empty valley, his echoes resounded repeatedly, but she couldn't get any response.
He prayed silently, as long as she was okay, he would do anything
While Le was in the B&B, the tall and tall Qiu Le was still sticking like a stick, seeming to be meditating and introspecting.

Just as Wei Ba, who was temporarily ordered, was about to stand up, he saw Bai Rui, who was sitting on the wooden bench, raised his hand and tapped on the wooden table top, awakening Qiu Le who was stunned.

She said calmly, "Boss Qiu, tourists come from afar, and the business is delivered to your door. Why don't you open the room soon?"

Qiu Le, who had just regained his senses, didn't have time to think at all, so he subconsciously walked to the computer at the front desk, and just about to click to operate, he stopped his hand again.

"You—" He subconsciously looked at the familiar Wei Ba, and seemed to hesitate again.

"Our group, one is not a capitalist, and the other is that we met you by chance, and there is no festival. Now that the temperature is cooling and it is raining heavily outside, you should have no reason to drive us out, right?"

Qiu Le was taken aback by the question, but couldn't find anything to refute, so he shook his head blankly.

"Then you don't drive people away, and you don't open rooms. Are you going to sit and stare at dawn with a group of people like us?" Bai Rui asked unhurriedly.

"No, I don't intend to."

Qiu Le shook his head like a rattle, and immediately operated the computer quickly, entered their identity information one by one, and opened the room quickly for each two people, and handed over the key.

After a long day of exhaustion, everyone is exhausted.

Bai Rui asked the others to go back to their rooms to rest first, while he stayed in the lobby and called Lin Xiyou, but the phone was turned off?

Although she is young, she is not such a self-willed person. Maybe after a day of exhaustion, the battery of her mobile phone is dead.

Bai Rui couldn't help looking out the window worriedly. The temperature in this mountain dropped sharply at night, and it was stormy again. I don't know if Song Ziyuan met her or not.
"It's cold in the mountains at night, let's drink some hot water." Qiu Le put the wooden cup on the table, with a slightly apologetic expression on his face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to target you."

Bai Rui nodded lightly, and he was not polite, holding the wooden carved water cup to warm his hands, "You carved it yourself?"

"Ah?" Qiu Le was distracted by the jumping topic, and replied in embarrassment: "En."

"The workmanship is good, and the arrangement in the small courtyard is also ingenious." She took a sip of hot water and looked around.

The water vapor is in front of your eyes, and the sound of ticking rain is in your ears. Living in this small homestay, it gives people a sense of tranquility and tranquility in a paradise.

A different sense of peace flowed in her heart, and an unusual idea appeared in her mind unconsciously.

Qiu Le, who was praised, couldn't help but burn his ears, "I'm also usually idle and tossing around."

"Then you are very talented in this area." Bai Rui's tone was always calm, but it gave off a sense of conviction.

Qiu Le was recognized, and he was as happy as a kindergarten kid with a big red flower on his forehead. He turned around and took out several hand-carved wood cups from the cabinet one after another, introducing the origins one by one like offering treasures.

"If you don't dislike it, just pick one as a souvenir. Each one is unique. I hope Foggy Valley can leave warm memories for you."

"Thank you." Bai Rui was not polite, carefully selected one, held it in his palm and rubbed it, and suddenly asked: "Creating unique handicrafts and creating beautiful memories with warmth, is it something that brings happiness to others and brings happiness to others?" Something that brings you a sense of accomplishment?"

Qiu Le said "yes" three times, as if he had found a confidant, and talked eloquently, "A small courtyard, away from the hustle and bustle, handmade works, conveying warmth, as long as the spirit is rich enough, material desires are not enough to disturb people's hearts."

"I think it's very practical to focus on manual work and reap simple happiness."

"You think so too?" he asked excitedly.

Bai Rui couldn't help but pause. Once upon a time, when she was young, she was also a lover of handicrafts. It was only because her parents at that time explicitly prohibited her from doing handicrafts. There was no way out for handicrafts. She had to study a major that was linked to money, so that she could make a lot of money in the future.

She originally talked about the method with a purpose, but under the circumstances and the situation, after careful consideration, she actually agreed and yearned for it from the bottom of her heart.
Bai Rui regained his composure, regained his composure, and threw out a question that went straight to the soul.

"Every creator hopes that his work can be seen and recognized by more people, what about you?"