Are there still straight people in the fashion circle?

At the end of the morning rush hour, the crowds on Metro Line [-] finally receded, and sporadic passengers moved around the station in twos and threes at a leisurely pace.Mi Hao lowered his head and flicked the phone, using the reflection to brush the broken hair in front of his forehead. Looking at himself on the screen, he looked like a dog, and couldn't help but reveal a social waste full of vitality... a social person smiles.

After swiping the card in front of the gate, he raised his leg to open the shiny three-angle roller, and threw the card sleeve into the bag.The music is still beating the eardrums, the Magnum Band is singing passionately in the earphones, and Mi Hao's lips are slightly parted and silently lip-syncing.Suddenly the phone screen lit up, and a series of panic emoji popped up in the WeChat notification.

He felt a "thump" in his heart, Monday morning is the busiest, so don't let anything happen.Thinking about it, I beg all kinds of gods and spirits to show mercy and eliminate disasters and difficulties, and don't make any troubles.However, life is full of countless things that backfire, and Mai Xinyao immediately popped out a sentence in WeChat: "It's not good."

She has always been upright, and rarely exaggerates, saying that it is not good is really bad.

Mi Hao took a deep breath, and quickly opened the full key with his slender fingers to type.

"Sister Mai, what's the matter!"

The other party quickly replied: "It was blown off the surface of the earth by the storm."

After the conversation, there was a photo of Ni Meng, the deputy editor-in-chief of the magazine, meditating in front of the door with one hand akimbo. He was tall, but there was a ten-centimeter nail-shaped root under his feet. If it was broken, he could hold sushi.Her expression was indifferent, she frowned slightly and looked down at the editors in other departments, her bright red lips were lightly parted, and her training was like training a group of chickens and quails.

"Did you see that Her Majesty the Queen just yelled at me just now and blocked the door. 'Huh? Marni, the square scarf doesn't match today's outfit, and I don't have any accent at all.'...Damn it, this early in the morning , who provoked her again!" Mai Xinyao added a brown bear crying expression, saying that it was already miserable for her to get up early to catch an uncertain bus, and she had to be denied dressing by the deputy editor, and her mentality was not hurt.

Mi Hao saw the two wars, and immediately lost the courage to survive.He has already figured out that it is 60 meters up from where he is standing now—the [-]th floor of the landmark skyscraper "Modern Global Business Center" in the CBD of this city, and the "Pioneer" magazine office of Xinghan Culture Media Co., Ltd. , What a terrible low pressure that is about to rain.

Ah, this is the season when the typhoon will be swept to the tail if you are not careful.

Three months ago, the smug Mi Hao just stepped into the magazine office.The wishes of graduates are beautiful, but the road is tortuous.Before he could show his grand plans, Ni Meng said coldly, "Is this kind of dress suitable for the workplace? Find some decent clothes." He doubted himself—he really didn't know what was wrong with the contrasting color T-shirt through.Later, under the guidance of his beauty editor, Mai Xinyao, I realized that this queen-type deputy editor is not targeting anyone, but that everyone here... must meet her two-character standard-"light luxury" ", or only the last word, which is better.

Ni Meng's positioning of the magazine is as high as that of herself. On the one hand, she preaches unattainable fashion to the general public, and at the same time, she must have a sense of distance. fashion label.Of course, it's another matter for these brands to pay for "Pioneer" to promote, but first of all, her men can't wear it like this.

Five minutes later, Mai Xinyao sent a new message: "She's still freaking out. Bring me a breakfast. When the south elevator comes up, take the side door."

Seeing the news, Mi Hao replied "OK" and turned to go to Starbucks.There was a strong smell of coffee in the warm shop, which refreshed his mind, and his body and mind, which had been tortured to the point of overtime, felt lighter.

"Baked avocado, two large glasses of mocha, packed with ice-shake lemon, thank you."

He leaned on the wooden shelf and waited for the clerk to pack his things, thinking that he was criticized by Ni Meng when he first arrived.If you pretend to be affectionate, you might think of yourself as a subordinate. After all, passers-by A, B, and C will not be scolded. Only the leader who treats you as a subordinate will be extra strict... Shit.

After a long time as an intern, I figured it out, and I don't have so many beautiful fantasies.When you first enter a certain industry, you will definitely be ordered by others, and you do more and more complicated work than a regular job. If you can think about it, you can say "sufficiency is a blessing" and you can accumulate experience.

Thinking of the Queen's glamorous and noble face, he made a sign of the cross in his heart and let out a soft breath.

Perhaps because of Mi Hao's tragic mood, the elevators in the building began to show no face.He hurriedly ran out of Starbucks shouting "wait a minute" and ran towards the elevator, watched the doors close together, sighed silently and stopped.Estimate the tens of floors of the Global Business Center, and the elevator runs up and down for at least 10 minutes. It is better to go back to the store for a meeting.

Just as he was downcast, there was a "bang" in front of him, and the door opened again.In the elevator, a tall man pressed the button, obviously trying to help him out of kindness.

Mi Hao blinked in disbelief, and the cloudy weather turned clear in his heart, and he ran in with a drink in his hand, singing in his heart that there is true affection and true love in the world.There are so few good people now, and even fewer people are willing to help stop the elevator on Monday morning, so I must thank you very much.Breathlessly say "Excuse me" to the person next to you, with a 45-degree bow and nod.

I heard the other party chuckle: "It's okay. You're welcome."

The voice was low and gentle.

Mi Hao belatedly looked at the people around him, and couldn't help a little admiration in his heart.

The man is wearing a crisp black satin suit full of business sense. Compared with his appearance as a rookie in the workplace, he shows a mature and stable elite aura.He is tall, energetic, and a bit stronger than the shapely figure, and what is even more rare is that he has a gentlemanly demeanor.Mi Hao, a low-level member of the company, used to help people carry things, take couriers, take takeaways, and deliver drinks on weekdays. No one helped him press the elevator—this gap is quite large, and he gave people ten points in his heart without hesitation.

"Which floor are you going to?"

Thinking about work, he didn't realize that the other party was talking to him for a while.Fortunately, "Mr. Gentle" has a very good temper, so he asked again with a smile: "Are you going to the nineteenth floor too?"

Mi Hao didn't know what was going on with him either, first he asked someone to help stop the elevator, and then he was distracted while the strings were out of tune.He repeatedly said "I'm sorry" to the other party: "...I just, uh, I went to the eighteenth floor."

Seeing that he was carrying a lot of things, the man raised his hand and pressed "18", and said with a smile: "Let me do it."

"Thank you...I'm sorry." His face was burning.

After spending three months in the magazine office, Mi Hao thought he was already a deep cabinet immune to handsome guys. After all, the real males he saw were not one thousand but eight hundred, which can be called countless, but the one in front of him was a little bit Not the same.He bit his own mouth, he was so busy on the working day of taking off, and before the breath of mourning came out, he was pressed tightly by this man.

The little man inside was trembling.

Trembling and trembling, I suddenly remembered - this old man is going to the nineteenth floor.

The nineteenth floor is the office of Xinghan's senior executives. According to Mai Xinyao, "When a moth upstairs flaps its wings, a storm can be rolled up downstairs." This is the moth effect of "Pioneer".Mi Hao savored it for a month and finally understood the truth. How can a leader live two or 30 years longer than him?

I searched in my memory and confirmed that I have never seen this person in the building, and I guess he is not one of the moths in the upper class.I also wondered if it was a salesman from another company... No, it doesn't look like... Maybe the boss of another company came to discuss business.

"Are you Xinghan's employee?" Withdrawing his gaze from Mi Hao, the man opened his mouth as if chatting first.

"Uh...?" Mi Hao was slightly taken aback, and answered quickly: "Well, I'm an intern at the "Pioneer" magazine."

The other party smiled: "Looking at it, it's very particular."

"...Ah, is there any?" Mi Hao suppressed his expression against the reflective elevator wall, but he was having fun in his heart—say I'm particular!He instantly forgot the low pressure he was about to face, and said goodbye to "Mr. Gentle" happily, and incidentally said, "You are here to discuss business, everything is going well!"

The other party smiled calmly: "I have a good word from you."

Mi Hao quickly slipped in through the side door close to the new media department, looking around with round eyes.Seeing Mai Xinyao leaning over in the corner and winking and saying "OK", she finally felt relieved.Mi Hao took out the mocha and baked fruit from the bag and handed them over. Just as he was about to speak, she stopped her with a look.

With her mouth closed, she tilted her head and took a glance, yes, Her Lady Queen just stood still.Mi Hao felt sorry for him, and within a quarter of an hour, Ni Meng pointed out the outfits of the three editors who came in through the front door. Without exception, they were suggestions-style criticisms. The content ranged from too big earrings to too open necklines, to the color of the skirts.He was obviously in a bad mood, and his words were like cannonballs: "Thinking is completely confused! I can't believe that you were in such a state yesterday to discuss sponsorship with Ruiqi's people. Well, don't explain to me..." In the building The central air conditioner was blowing hot air above her head, her delicately made-up face was still freezing cold, and she stepped back to the office not long after.

Taking advantage of the spare time, Mi Hao tiptoed up and sneaked into the tea room, under the pretense of washing the cups to find out about the situation——Luo Jie, the magazine publisher and editor-in-chief who is always in a hurry, is actually in the company.Through the unsealed blinds, he could clearly see him walking around with his hands behind his back, occasionally stopping to touch his increasingly worrying hairline.

Luo Jie only showed up for a quarter of an hour at the monthly planning meeting. The rest of the time he was flying all over the place. Today he came back for the meeting, which shows that there is something important.Mi Hao felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, so he asked a lot: "Sister Mai, why is the editor-in-chief back?"

Mai Xinyao had just held up the baked fruit when she saw Xin'er silently took out a tissue to wipe her hands, and replied, "There is a meeting, all directors and senior editors go upstairs at ten o'clock."

Li Li, another editor in the WeChat group who was lucky enough to miss the tail of the typhoon, suddenly dropped a blockbuster after a 5-minute transfer.Six words with three exclamation points, it is very refreshing to watch on Monday morning.

"Fuck, the upper management has changed!!!"