Meet the Brand Officer

Who will come to the office this late?

Inexplicably, a figure appeared in Lin Xiyou's mind, and when she looked back, it was really him
"Why are you here?" She didn't realize it herself, and there was imperceptible joy in her tone.

"Are you surprised, surprised or not?" Song Ziyuan walked in with a smile, and swept around the empty office, "You are the only one working overtime? Who is that clingy old man?"

Clingy?
Lin Xiyou cast a puzzled look, and when she realized that what he was talking about was Zhuo Yue, she couldn't help but laugh: "These colleagues have finished their work, and they just left."

"Then what are you doing alone? Are you waiting..." Song Ziyuan raised his eyebrows narcissistically.

"Think too much, burn your brain." Lin Xiyou glanced at him, and replied solemnly: "The work at this stage is temporarily finished, and there is still some time until the final plan will be issued in the next paragraph. I want to take advantage of this time to organize and digest this time." experience."

"The string is stretched for too long and it will break. If you think too much, you will get hungry." Song Ziyuan looked at her tired face and suggested, "Let's go for supper? Look, your hairline is almost burnt. Go, I'll reward you." !"

Lin Xiyou raised her hand to touch the hairline that was still there, and gave him a blank look, "Last time you taught me guerrilla research, and I haven't had time to treat you to dinner to thank you, so it's better to hit the sun than choose another day, let's go."

"Your account will increase the interest first, and you can choose another day." Song Ziyuan didn't give a chance to shirk, and walked out with the bag chain in her hand.

"Eh—I haven't finished my summary yet."

"Eat and adjust. The internalization effect of writing in the heart is more useful than drawing on paper."

Lin Xiyou was still dragged away, but she didn't want to owe too much, so she insisted on inviting him herself. After some discussions, she finally decided to take him to eat authentic fried buns.

When the fresh and tender gravy bloomed on the tip of her tongue, Lin Xiyou felt the fatigue all over her body recede. She squinted her eyes contentedly, enjoying the warmth and comfort food brought to her soul.

"You seem to have eaten the taste of a full banquet?" Song Ziyuan dubiously picked up a fried pancake and stuffed it into her mouth. Before she could say "be careful of burning", she heard a scream.

"what--"

"Hot hot hot-"

Song Ziyuan opened his mouth halfway, breathed out, the tip of his tongue was pushing back and forth, fighting an inseparable battle with the hot soup in his mouth.
Lin Xiyou looked distressed and funny, "Why don't you spit it out first"

"No, I can't beat a pan fried." Song Ziyuan shook his head stubbornly, and swallowed the pan fried whole, "It's delicious!"

"It's like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, hahaha..." Lin Xiyou laughed.

Song Ziyuan saw that she was smiling effortlessly, so he couldn't help amused her even more.

He imitated Zhu Bajie's nasal voice, groaned, and spread his palms, "This audience, please pay the entrance fee."

Now, Lin Xiyou laughed out loud, pulled out a tissue, and put it in his hand, "Here, ticket, wipe the soup from the corner of your mouth."

The relationship between the two became more and more natural. When Lin Xiyou ate the fried rice with laughter and noise, Lin Xiyou's heartstrings, which had been tense due to busy projects during this period, really relaxed a lot.

"How does it feel to fill your stomach and empty your mind?" Song Ziyuan casually took out a tissue and handed it over.

"Shu Tan!" Lin Xiyou wiped her mouth contentedly, and joked, "I feel like I can write another hundred summaries."

"Come on, tell me, what's your experience, master, I don't mind giving you some pointers." Song Ziyuan blatantly used the guise of giving pointers, wanting to hear about her recent situation.

"Whether it is taking meeting minutes, writing reports, traveling with colleagues from the three departments, studying and researching, and what I saw and heard in the first department, I have learned a lot..."

"Every seemingly difficult hurdle at the beginning, when you look back after passing through, you find that every step you take has deposited precious wealth."

Lin Xiyou counted the gains of these days one by one, and seeing Song Ziyuan's burning eyes on her, she added with a strong desire to survive: "Of course, there is also your earnest teaching, teacher, father."

"Well, that's about the same." Song Ziyuan looked arrogant.

"However, this time I participated in the case of Quanqiang Brand, and I found that I was still too good at it. I didn't understand a lot of things, I didn't think professionally enough, and I didn't look at the problem comprehensively enough..." Lin Xiyou reflected with her chin in her hands, quietly Sighed.

"At first I thought it was a pretty good idea, but in front of the analysis of professionals, it seemed very immature, unable to withstand scrutiny, and even a little whimsical," she laughed at herself.

"For example?" Song Ziyuan asked.

"Like participating in the strategic positioning discussion of Quanqiang brand this time, I have learned a lot of professional interview skills and presentation skills from Brother Letong. He will carefully comment on our ideas and give reasons and suggestions. Specifically, confidentiality is involved. I won't go into details."

"There is also his consideration of issues, which is comprehensive and professional. In short, I feel that I have learned more from participating in a project than I have learned in the classroom for four years. I have benefited a lot."

Lin Xiyou's eyes shone brightly, and the light reflected her future self.

"With time, the future can be expected." Song Ziyuan's short words settled in Lin Xiyou's heart.

She frowned and smiled brightly: "I feel like I'm fully charged again!"

"That's right, I am the legendary mobile charging station. You are welcome to call and I will be there whenever you are called." Song Ziyuan held up his mobile phone as a microphone and placed it near his mouth as if calling.

Lin Xiyou smiled and squinted at him, "Let's go home and continue charging."

Song Ziyuan's eyes shone brightly, and he asked excitedly and pretending to be shy: "You want to take me home to recharge? This makes me a little..."

"Which single-plank bridge is your brain circuit on again?"

Lin Xiyou looked at him speechlessly, "I mean go home and supplement professional knowledge! The premise of a promising future is hard work."

"Uh..." Song Ziyuan was at a loss for words, and with an idea, he recommended himself: "My charging station also has the function of a learning machine, which can recommend courses, books, and highlight key points!"

"Artificial intelligence robots can hardly catch up with your excellence." Lin Xiyou joked.

They talked and laughed at each other, and Song Ziyuan saw them off all the way, but when they reached the door, Lin Xiyou shut the door with a bang.

He muttered miserably: "It's about charging."

"The battery is full. Good night, charging station." Lin Xiyou waved his hand through the iron gate, yawning and urging him to leave quickly.

Song Ziyuan looked back three times at each step, reluctantly went down the steps, and almost tripped over the uneven steps.
And the flickering and uncontrollable corridor lights above the head, it looks very strange in the quiet night
I really need to clean up, just wait for me