rest of life

The next day.

Tong Yao thought about what Gu Qingyun said last time, and her mind moved slightly. After finishing the work in her department, she really slipped to the design department to watch the fun.

Their design department is mainly busy with previous drawing projects, new products are designed and packaged by netizens, and many types of awards have been set up.

The actual rewards were rich, and entertainment stars were invited to fuel the flames. The initial marketing promotion was very successful.

Among them, the graded first, second and third prizes are completely determined by their design department, and several internal personnel are responsible for the selection.

Tong Yao is a person from the marketing department who came to help, and she didn't go to the manager to get another specific job, so she sat in the seat they packed up for her, eating snacks and drinking tea. On the surface, she was giving advice, but in fact she was talking to others chatter.

The girls in the design department are all young and beautiful.

Tong Yao is delighted to be the guest of honor here.

She also asked Cheng Jiatong to sit next to her to review the manuscript.

Convenience comment: "This stickman is so ugly..."

"It's ugly, but I have to keep it. This is drawn by some beautiful internet celebrity. I keep it to see if I can give someone a popularity award in the end."

"So that's the case," Tong Yao nodded, and then asked suddenly, "Isn't it an anonymous review by email? How do you know who drew it?"

"Are you grading papers for the college entrance examination? There is no possibility of being anonymous. What good is it for us to screen out influential people after anonymous review?"

Tong Yao nodded again and again, "That's right, it's not an art test, you have to choose real materials with talent for painting."

"But there are good ones too. Let me show you this one, it's newly opened in the mail."

Cheng Jiatong flipped through another category that was saved: strength group.

After clicking a few times, a masterpiece that obviously can't be drawn by just anyone pops out.

Tong Yao looked at it carefully, and smiled, "This is drawn by Heya Yaoyao, maybe she will use the trumpet Yaoyao for this kind of manuscript."

"How do you know!" Cheng Jiatong was shocked.

Because Ya Yaoyao is a well-known painter with a unique style of painting, and she is also a close friend on Tong Yao's list...

After a few seconds of silence, Tong Yao said modestly: "Because I like her paintings, I usually pay attention to her."

"Yes, you are so good at painting, you must pay attention to these things at ordinary times." Cheng Jiatong suddenly realized, and said with a pleasant face, "I knew I would have called you here. There is a small 'by' in the lower right corner of her painting." Yaoyao' watermark, I have been looking for it for a long time. Those painters are not as clever as Internet celebrities, and other Internet celebrities will remember to mention themselves in the text of the email."

Tong Yao was not convinced: "Who told you to add an anonymous reviewer to pretend to be fair. There is another popularity award, and in the end you have to secretly add popularity weights to the first, second, and third prizes. Hey Yo, it's not fair, my heart is so dirty!"

Cheng Jiatong said calmly: "This is the activity plan formulated by your marketing department, go back and scold your boss, Director Gu."

Tong Yao shut up instantly.

After a pause for a few seconds, Tong Yao looked around, and added in a doggy manner, "The marketing plan is to maximize the benefits in this way, taking into account various factors, otherwise how can the final publicity effect be good."

"..."

Cheng Jiatong ignored her, and was busy looking for other drawings, "Come on, help me see if this Qingzhi is a famous person?"

"Shu Yunqingqing, an ancient style painter who has become famous in recent years, this painting of the auspicious clouds... must be her."

"Oh, what about this guy who only has an email name, or letters and numbers?"

Tong Yao looked at it carefully for a while, then sat up a little, "Yaoyuan. If it was him, he might be considered a master, but he seems to be not very popular recently."

Cheng Jiatong immediately took out his phone and searched.

Seeing the number of fans, he immediately bluffed: "With 53 fans and an average of one or two hundred comments, this is not popular? It has already surpassed many so-called Internet celebrities."

"Oh," Tong Yao touched her nose, but said nothing.

She herself has less than 100 million fans, and she always has [-] comments as a base for any new post, so her vision is inevitably a bit high.

"But this style of painting is really similar, baby Tong Yao, you have a good eye. Why don't you submit a draft yourself? I'll at least give you a participation award!"

"Don't do it," Tong Yao hurriedly waved her hands and said with a smile on her face, "I'm just a hobby. I'll be very happy if I can help you. The prize should be reserved for other professional players."

A middle-aged man in a gray-yellow plaid shirt came walking, and when he passed them, he stopped suddenly.

He looked at Tong Yao and asked with a smile, "A new recruit?"

"No," Cheng Jiatong quickly replied, "She's only here to help from the marketing department, and she helped draw the cover of the promotional poster that we couldn't make it to."

The middle-aged man let out an oh and left.

"That's Liu Jiewei, our director," Cheng Jiatong rolled his eyes at the screen, sighed, "I really envy the boss of your department is Gu Qingyun, he is so beautiful and gentle."

"..."

Tong Yao couldn't agree with the last six words against her will.

Cheng Jiatong was a little tired, "It's almost time, let's have a rest, let's go, my sister invites you to eat hot pot."

Tong Yao suddenly grinned, "Okay!"

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It's been a lot of fun all morning.

lunch break.Tong Yao meaningfully went back to her department, thinking that if there was nothing to do, she would go to the design department to play until she got off work.

When Luo Zihang met her, he immediately said, "Where did you go? The director is looking for you."

"……What?"

Tong Yao felt guilty for a second, "I was just helping out in the design department... on that drawing project."

"What are you explaining to me?" Luo Zihang smiled suddenly, "It's not that I'm looking for you. The director is still in the office now, go and talk to her."

Tong Yao: "..."

to talk to her?

This reason for being lazy was taught by Gu Qingyun!If you take it back and return it to her, you won't be beaten to death by her...

Tong Yao swallowed her saliva, so she pretended to be calm and walked to Gu Qingyun's office.

In just a few steps, I couldn't make up any decent excuses.

Tong Yao knocked on the door nervously and went in.

Fortunately, Gu Qingyun didn't ask her where everyone was in the morning, and said directly, "Come and sort out these things."

Tong Yao responded, and simply hugged the file.

Go and sit down at the little table next to you.

She was completely too lazy to think: "Why do I need to do this job, what is Gu Qingyun's assistant doing?" and so on... Anyway, she dared not refuse.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and Tong Yao happened to be sitting at the end of a ray of light coming in.

She was basking in the sun, and her whole body was warm.

She was sleepy after eating, afraid of being ridiculed by Gu Qingyun, so she tried not to yawn.

Sitting upright, he looked serious.

His face was lowered, but his eyes were actually half-closed and he was working.

"..."

Gradually getting more and more sleepy... Just when Tong Yao was in the state of chicken pecking at the rice, she suddenly heard a faint laugh.

She opened her eyes in fright.

Looking over, Gu Qingyun looked at the computer screen, concentrating on his work, with no expression on his face.

She wasn't sure if it was an auditory hallucination.

His face was bulging, and he didn't dare to doze off.Get on with your work.

After a while, Gu Qingyun closed the computer.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, she raised her eyes, with a smile on her lips, waved and said:

"Child, come here."

Child?

Tong Yao suddenly raised her face to see that there was no one else around.

When he stood up and walked over, he still muttered the title in his heart, and blurted out without paying attention: "It's true, the director is too old."

Gu Qingyun: "..."