summer fireworks

Xiao Zhao brought her a cup of coffee and walked away obediently.

Song Zhilin continued to look down at the documents. Thanks to the support of the head office, she has all the data reports of the entire branch in City B. At this time, they are spread out on the desktop one by one. With a glance, she can see the performance of this pension unit It was indeed unsatisfactory, no wonder the head office transferred her here to make a proper rectification.

Starlight Media has been restructured for a long time, and now it is based on performance. Regardless of influence and other illusory things, at least the financial report must be beautiful. The head office allocates money to the following branches every year. Is it the position of the industry leader?

City B branch is one of the earliest branch companies, and it had the same scenery in the early years, but now, the old employees have enjoyed the dividends of the times, and the new employees come here for comfort and welfare, and there is no motivation on both sides. Come on, the company's performance will naturally not look good.

Song Zhilin finished flipping through the documents. When she wasn't here, all the departments in this branch were in the same place, and they were just dawdling. In the quarter she came, the TV department had sprung up. I don't know how eye-catching it was.

Thinking of the eyes of those people during the morning regular meeting, Song Zhilin sighed inwardly, what is this? There are many obstacles in business, but privately, she is still entangled with her ex-girlfriend.

Of course, you can't call your ex-girlfriend now, you should call him "friend".

Song Zhilin signed a few documents, and soon at noon, Xiao Zhao slipped in from the outside, waved the meal card and asked her, "Will the boss eat with us? If not, I'll bring you milk tea."

Song Zhilin looked at her smiling face, shook her head, and said, "Thank you, just bring me a cup of oolong tea."

When the lunch break was about to end, Xiao Zhao walked in with a paper bag, put the oolong tea on her table, and whispered to her: "Today, I heard from Sister Wang that the Internet guy next door is going crazy."

Song Zhilin nodded. It's no wonder Director Chen didn't get mad. This morning's regular meeting was just hitting him on the head.

Xiao Zhao went to the outside room, and Song Zhilin sent an email to the head office while drinking a drink, reporting the new work plan of the TV department for the next quarter, and by the way, suggested a few TV programs to be put on the website, before proceeding to the next task .

It is rumored that the company will appoint a CEO within this year, and the directors of several departments are competing with each other. No one took Song Zhilin seriously before, but after today's regular meeting, no one would dare to underestimate her.

Song Zhilin had already been mentally prepared. When she applied for a flat transfer at the headquarters, she set her sights on the position of CEO here.

If you continue to work at the headquarters, you may become an executive of Starlight Media, with a million-dollar annual salary and dividends, but you will inevitably have to argue with others when making decisions, let alone the board of directors. In city B, it's hard to compete for another branch CEO.

Song Zhilin has always been very clear about what she wants. She has great ambitions, but she also knows her abilities. The ceiling in her profession cannot be eliminated by herself. Make actual achievements.

Now is a time of rapid change. Relying on new platforms and program production methods, it is not a dream to produce a program that will become popular all over the country overnight.

She read through the plans sent by the department, crossed a few notebooks, and asked Xiao Zhao to come in, take the notebooks away, and redo them for those people.

Then, I looked at the rest of the notebooks, picked out the one I liked the most, drew a star on it, and waited a while for Xiao Zhao to copy it as a key project.

After finishing all this, Song Zhilin spun around on the chair, opened the electric curtains, and looked down at the viaduct downstairs in the CBD area. There were dense traffic passing by on it, converging into a colorful light.

Song Zhilin once again confirmed that this is what she likes.

The feeling of sitting high.

She doesn't like being led by others, doesn't like being killed for her plans, and doesn't like not being able to get what she wants. In order to be able to do what she wants to do, she is willing to go all out to reach the highest point .

Xiao Zhao came in with a substitute plan from outside, carefully placed it on the table for her, then took Huaxing's notebook and went out to make copies, without disturbing her throughout the process.

Song Zhilin rested for a while, returned to the desk, and began to deal with other tasks.

After all this came to an end, it was already dark.The office area was quiet, and everyone else had already left.

Song Zhilin took the car keys and went home to change clothes.

Grandma made a meal at home and waited for her. Simple home-cooked dishes, one dish was scrambled eggs with tiger skin chili, another dish was fragrant dried fried meat, and another bowl of corn ribs soup was cooked.

"My daughter is back, let's eat first."

Grandma smiled kindly, and stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her hand.

"I've eaten. You came back late, and your stomach hurts after waiting for a long time. You're getting old."

"You should eat first, don't wait for me," she usually said little, and she couldn't express any concern to her grandma, she just said, "What's wrong, I'll take you to see it."

Song Zhilin sat at the dining table, picked up a chopstick and scrambled eggs, mixed them with the rice and ate them together.

She learned how to cook from her grandma, and the taste of the two of them is in the same line. After eating the scrambled eggs made by grandma, Song Zhilin thought of Yan Shu's continuous praise in the morning, so she couldn't help picking up another chopstick. No matter how she tasted it, she just thought it was ordinary Homemade taste, how could it be as exaggerated as Yan Shu said?

Song Zhilin chatted with grandma while eating.She is too busy with work, and often leaves early and returns late. She said that she brought her grandma to live here, but in fact, the two of them spend only a handful of times together. In addition, she has a cold temper, and even the decoration of the apartment is mainly black, white and gray. It looks like a developer’s model room. It’s not humane at all. It’s because grandma was too busy after moving in, so she wove some floral covers for the sofa and table. Although it doesn’t look rustic, it looks like a place where I live alone. up.

After eating, Song Zhilin went to the bedroom to change clothes, then put Yan Shu's clothes in a bag, and carried the bag to the entrance to change shoes.

"Are you going out again?" Grandma asked after her.

"Go to a friend's house." Song Zhilin showed her the bag in his hand, "Send something."

"Oh," grandma nodded, "will you be back tonight?"

Song Zhilin frowned after hearing this question and thought about it.

...She really didn't know if she would come back.

She went to Yan Shu's house this late at night, and she really came back with a dress?When can't I deliver the clothes, but I have to deliver them tonight, because I promised Yan Shu in the morning to send them back to her tonight?

Song Zhilin stood at the door, shocked by the thoughts in her head, no, does she still want to stay overnight at Yan Shu's house?

I just came out of Yan Shu's house this morning, and went to stay overnight at night, so why not just stay at her house?

Grandma waited for a long time, saw that she didn't answer, and said, "It's okay if you don't come back. My daughter has grown up and has her own ideas."

Song Zhilin: "?"

She was still a little dazed, and was pushed halfway out the door by her grandma. Grandma watched her waiting for the elevator, and said with a smile, "It's okay, don't be embarrassed."

The elevator door opened with a ding, and Song Zhilin subconsciously said, "Goodbye, grandma."

When she arrived at Yan Shu's house at about 10:30, Yan Shu opened the door. He was wearing an inappropriate T-shirt, and the heating in the room was fully turned on. As soon as Song Zhilin walked into the entrance, it was too hot to put on his coat.

"Why are you here so late?"

Yan Shu took the bag in her hand, with an unavoidable voice of complaint. She had been waiting for Song Zhilin to come over since six o'clock. At first, she was wondering if she could have a meal, but after eating by herself, she wondered if she will not come.

Yan Shu felt tormented after thinking about it, she hated the feeling of waiting for someone, let alone - Song Zhilin had made her wait for so many years.Now, she started making her wait again.

For a moment, she wanted to send Song Zhilin a WeChat message directly, telling her not to come today at all.

While she was struggling back and forth, Song Zhilin rang the doorbell.

Song Zhilin took off his coat, stood in the entrance, and said doubtfully, "Didn't you say it will be delivered at night?"

Yan Shu was at a loss for words for a moment, it makes sense!What Song Zhilin said was to bring her the clothes in the evening, but she didn't say that she would bring them over after work. That night after work, she would have a meal and a drink, and then come to deliver the clothes to her, which is very reasonable.

Fortunately, she waited helplessly for several hours, she really thought too much.

Yan Shu held out a palm to Song Zhilin, and said angrily, "Pay the dry cleaning fee, I'm poor."

She motioned Song Zhilin to look at the T-shirt on her body, indicating that she had drawn a clean line from these clothes that needed dry cleaning.

Song Zhilin thought it was a bit funny, but she didn't know what to say. She reached for her wallet, but found that she didn't bring any cash. She blinked and asked, "Can I pay on credit?"

"what?"

Yan Shu was stunned by her, who is this!It's fine to wear her clothes, but I have to pay for the dry cleaning fee!

"Then you take it to the dry cleaner downstairs now, don't you think I'll hold your clothes overnight."

Song Zhilin looked at her innocently: "I didn't say that..."

Yan Shu: "..."

Accidentally speaking out of my heart.

Song Zhilin didn't care, and reached out to take back the bag in her hand, intending to send it to the dry cleaner downstairs.

She put on her coat again, and said to Yan Shu naturally while changing her shoes, "Give me the key."

Yan Shu: "?"

Why did you give Song Zhilin the key?

Song Zhilin raised her head, saw her blank expression, and suddenly understood that Yan Shu didn't intend for her to stay at all. No wonder Yan Shu didn't let her in after talking for a long time at the entrance.

It turned out that she was going to let her send the clothes and leave...

Song Zhilin thought that when her grandma asked her if she would come back at night, she still hesitated.

Her ears turned red immediately, Song Zhilin didn't even look at Yan Shu, picked up the bag next to her, coughed lightly, and said:

"I'm leaving, I will send you the number to pick up the clothes later."

"Oh," Yan Shu looked at her back and waved his hand, "Goodbye."

Song Zhilin walked extraordinarily fast, as if she was running away from the desert.

Yan Shu couldn't figure it out, and murmured in his heart: What's the matter with her, she was asking her for the key for a while, and ran so fast for a while...

key?Thinking of this, Yan Shu suddenly realized that Song Zhilin was going to deliver the clothes before going upstairs, right?

She also remembered that Song Zhilin was standing at the entrance just now, first took off her coat, and then changed her shoes, obviously she didn't want to leave after delivering the clothes.

Yan Shu belatedly discovered an amazing thing.

Song Zhilin... Didn't she plan to stay for the night just now? !