I have a seaside five-star hotel

Chapter 394
Propaganda Department Office on the second floor of Langyi Hotel
"Minister, I don't think the copywriter is the best candidate for this matter."

"I think we can stand on our own feet."

"After all, all we have to submit is a boss's resume and personal advanced deeds report."

"As long as the boss's annual meeting speech is copied, revised, and spelled out, I think we can do it well."

Zhao An held up the phone solemnly, and said very seriously,
But before he finished speaking, he heard Lin Suyang's distraught voice coming from the phone:

"You think it's a fart!"

"You wrote the school materials for so many years!"

"In our department, the writing style of copywriting is the best. If you don't let him write it, let someone else write it!"

Zhao An was a little unhappy.

"The copywriter is a student of philosophy, not Chinese, can he do it?"

Lin Suyang couldn't resist and said: "It's him, I said."

"I'm sending you the boss's resume and the results of the hotel last year. You call him now and ask him to complete it as soon as possible."

"I want it before 1 o'clock tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

After finishing speaking, Lin Suyang hung up the phone without mercy.

Since receiving Wen Zifan's work arrangement, Lin Suyang thought all over the hotel's staff, but he couldn't find a suitable one.

After much deliberation, he had to be able to operate on the members of his own ministry.

"This Zhao An, anywhere is fine."

"It's just that sometimes you are too narrow-minded!"

Lin Suyang sighed helplessly.

I don't know where the copywriting provoked Zhao An. Whenever the copywriting was mentioned, Zhao An was full of thorns.

Energetic.

At this moment, Zhao An was also depressed.

With so many members, as long as the copywriter is holding the philosophy book in his arms every day, he will do everything lightly, which is very annoying!
Every time he felt that the other party was the head of the Propaganda Department who decided the overall situation, and he was the tired dog-like member.

Looking at the first draft of materials sent in the mailbox, Zhao An took a deep breath, and reluctantly dialed the phone.

"There is something that Minister Lin asked you to do by name."

Copywriting: "What's the matter?"

Zhao An: "Boss Chen of the hotel is now going to select the outstanding young entrepreneurs of the year. He needs to write a personal application material and application materials. It will be required before 12 noon tomorrow at the latest."

Copywriting: "No problem, just send me the stuff."

Zhao An wondered: "The time is so short, can you finish writing?"

The copywriter didn't care and said: "Writing materials...it's very simple. Grasp the logic, determine the theme, and fill in things."

Hearing the lazy tone of the copywriter, Zhao An really wanted to smash him to death.

The entire hotel didn't dare to take on this job, but the copywriting said so lightly,

Simple... simple your sister!
"It doesn't need to be 12 o'clock tomorrow, I will give it to you before [-] o'clock tonight."

After finishing speaking, the copywriter hung up the phone slowly, leaving only a "beep" sound.

……

Although Zhao Anlai is angry with the character of the copywriter, I have to say that it is really comfortable to have such a talented person who can work.

6pm,
The email from the computer popped up automatically, then the phone rang, and the copywriter's voice came from the phone:

"Minister, I have finished writing the material. If there is not enough space, tell me and I will change it here."

Zhao Andao: "Okay, let me take a look."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao An glanced at it as quickly as possible. He wanted to change it, but after reading it twice, he didn't even have room to add a sentence.

The logic of the whole article is self-consistent, not to mention the modification, it is difficult to delete a modifier.

Some people are really capable.

It is really too difficult to modify what is written in the copywriting unless it is overthrown and restarted.

At least with Zhao An's current level, it can't be changed.

So I simply forwarded it to Lin Suyang without doing anything.

Lin Suyang simply printed it out and gave it to Chen Jianhai without doing anything else.

Chen Jianhai simply gave it to Su Jie without doing anything else.

"Brother Su, help me check the material. I haven't written it before. I don't know what format it is. Can you help me polish it?"

Chen Jianhai held the phone and said to Su Jie with a smile.

Since the association selected him as the Outstanding Young Entrepreneur of the Year, Su Jie must be the most professional in all procedures.

It is better to find him than anyone else.

"Okay, let me take a look for you." Su Jie seemed to be very busy, and the surrounding voices were chaotic.

Chen Jianhai didn't want to disturb him, so he hung up the phone after a few polite words.

In the next few days, Lin Suyang and others devoted themselves to organizing wandering time drama activities, and recorded the rock painting process of the gray-haired youth in the form of a documentary and posted them on the Internet.

For a time,

Discussion on the content of rock paintings has been topped on the homepage of the library forum,

The content of the entire rock painting on the mountain wall is extensive and covers a lot of elements, even if it is regarded as a fairy tale, it is not inferior.

It's just that the logic of the story is really confusing, and people can't see the way.

On the side of the association, Su Jie also called, saying that the materials had been officially submitted to the city, and it was estimated that there would be good news in the near future.

The Wandering Time drama was very successful,

Although the staff capacity of the library is small, the drama club is not that big. It is more of a small club spontaneously established by a group of people who love to perform and love drama.

The number of fans is only more than 3.

So although there were only more than 10 drama actors, there were only more than 20 audience members.

But this is indeed an event where people from all over the world gather together purely because of love, without any interests in it.

The actors stood on the terrace of the library, with the blue sky as the curtain and the waves as the bell, which attracted many other passing tourists to visit.

Even the great master of petroglyphs Hunting put down his paintbrush for the time being, Rao Tou was interested in participating.

Besides, what surprised Chen Jianhai the most,
Among the backpackers, there was a young man who looked a little fat. When the drama was getting emotional, he directly played a piece of opera as the background sound with a pure baritone voice.
In an instant, this kind of interaction directly filled the literary and artistic nature of the drama, and everyone around was excitedly taking pictures and videos.

Chen Jianhai looked at the enchanted emotions of the tourists around him, and felt a little regretful.

If I had known earlier, I would have called An Xia here. If she could play and sing, the effect would definitely be better.

Although the drama is very good, not every tourist will be so obsessed with it, most people still watch the fun.

But even if they are watching the excitement, they will be infected by this emotion, and they will visit quietly, or with emotion that they have not noticed.

"Brother, I suddenly feel that it's cool to know a little bit of art."

Xiaolang looked at the "baritone" enviously, and spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"If I had learned art from a young age, maybe I could be an artist now."

In the past few days, the white-haired hunting god, the drama actor and the "baritone" in front of him gave Xiao Lang too much stimulation,

Even if he is a rough guy, it is rare for him to have a literary idea.

"This thing depends on talent." Chen Jianhai shook his head rationally.

"But the old saying is good, as long as the kung fu is deep and the iron rod is ground into a needle, as long as I work hard, I will definitely see the harvest!" Xiaolang's eyes flickered.

As he said that, Xiaolang said unhappily: "What are you laughing at? Am I wrong?"

Chen Jianhai rolled his eyes:

"You have been playing games since the day you knew how to climb, and now you have been playing for almost 30 years. You are still handicapped, even I can't carry it!"

(End of this chapter)