Sir, what if it's too cold?

As soon as he arrived at the unit, Xu Muran was stopped by the kind-faced editor-in-chief: "Xiao Xu, come here."

"Okay, come right away!" After hearing this, she didn't dare to neglect, and hurried to the office without even putting away her backpack.

Her probationary period ends today, so don't even think about it, this time the editor-in-chief must discuss with her whether she will stay or not.

Sure enough, as soon as she sat down, the editor-in-chief smiled and said, "Are you used to staying this month?"

She nodded hurriedly: "I'm used to it, the teachers and seniors are very kind to me, and the working environment is also very good..."

In today's world, it's hard to find a job with a high salary that doesn't require a lot of work, so a fool doesn't want to stay.

"Although the news should go through the personnel first, I think it's the same if you say it sooner or later. After this one-month probationary period, we are very satisfied with your performance. We have seen it in our eyes and kept it in our hearts. Now you are the official member of our agency. Employees! After a while, you go to the personnel and financial affairs and let them take you through the formalities, ah..."

Xu Muran was both surprised and delighted: she actually stayed?

"Thank you editor-in-chief!" She immediately stood up and bowed ninety degrees to the other party: "I will work hard and live up to your expectations!"

The editor-in-chief nodded with a smile: "Well, good! By the way, this is one thing, and another thing..." He pushed a piece of paper over: "The old chapter is not here today, and this manuscript is in a hurry, so we have to Let you go for a walk by yourself."

Xu Muran took it respectfully, and the first thing that caught his eye was the header of the document, with two big characters in Song typeface: Zhou Qing.

It is especially rare for a new reporter to go out for an interview just after the probationary period.Because of this, as soon as Xu Muran left the editor-in-chief's office, he was blocked by colleagues who came in at the same time, half envious and half jealous: "Muran, you are really good! Running alone, when the manuscript is finished, do you want us to hire you?" Let's eat and congratulate!"

She smiled, and half-truthfully begged for mercy: "Oh, brothers and sisters, I'm going to do interviews by myself, and if I go wrong, no one will teach me, so I'll have to treat you to dinner and help me out? "

Xu Shi's voice was too loud, the door behind her was suddenly opened, and the editor-in-chief with a sullen face came out: "If you don't work hard all day long, you only know how to eat!"

Everyone laughed, and the topic stopped there.

After walking around the administration, Xu Muran returned to his work station, and started writing the interview plan as soon as his hair was tied up.

The subject of this interview is a university professor who teaches economics. The topic is the impact of housing price bubbles on the domestic economy.

Half an hour later, she looked at the outline she had scribbled down, feeling confused: What are these things?

gdp?Engel index?Monetary Policy?Improve sexual needs?

As a liberal arts student, Xu Muran has not thought of the fear of being dominated by numbers for a long time.

Type in keywords casually on the Internet, and the information you get is very little, only such simple things as name, date of birth, education experience, and the most terrifying thing is...

Not even a photo.

How unknown is Professor Zhou?

She was spinning the gel pen with her fingertips, her eyes were dazed, but her brain was spinning rapidly. For the first time since she went to work, she felt her body being hollowed out.

This is Zhou Qing, very good, I remember you.

11:30 noon, lunch break on time.

The people in the huge hall dispersed instantly like birds and beasts, and they were all gone in less than 2 minutes.

It's hard to spend half a day without anything happening, so naturally you have to enjoy it when you have free time.

Xu Muran stretched, got up and went downstairs.

I heard from a colleague that there is a good pan-fry shop 5 minutes walk from the work place. The world is so big, and she wants to try it.

Although it is a small fly restaurant, there is still a long queue at the entrance of the Shengjian shop.A scent of flour and lard mixed continuously came from the back kitchen, making the already hungry diners salivate even more.

Xu Muran stared at the menu above his head in boredom, and almost read the entire text on the wall silently: Crab rice dumplings, 18 yuan; fresh meat dumplings, [-] yuan; small wontons, [-] yuan; fried dumplings, [-] yuan...

There was a lot of voices in the lobby, and when it was her turn, the waiter obviously had no patience, and the wrist on the cash register was also tired: "A cage of crab noodles, a fried dumpling, a horseshoe cake, and a bottle of Coke are 29 in cash. Credit card?"

"Cash, wait a minute and I'll look for it—"

She quickly lowered her head, rummaged through a pile of cards and receipts for half a minute, and struggled to get them together...

28 yuan.

Looking up again, the waiter's complexion was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "No, you can't even scrape together 30 yuan, so what are you going to eat?"

Xu Muran is too lazy to argue with her attitude, this matter is simple, just give a zero score on the Dianping app when the time comes; hunger is the big problem, I just ate a piece of bread in the morning, I wrote the summary all morning at work, and at noon After waiting in a long queue, she was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back.

The worst part is that there are only 10 minutes left before work time...

She squeezed out a smile that she thought was very kind, and was just about to ask if she could ask for something less, when someone patted her shoulder from behind.

She turned her head reflexively and saw a woman.

To be honest, the moment Xu Muran saw the other party, Xu Muran was really taken aback.

Her white shirt is so beautiful.

According to Li Xu, Xu Muran's college roommate, the white shirt is really a holy thing, and it has the dual function of turning decay into magic and turning magic into decay, which is a test of one's matching ability.

She has a few white shirts of her own, but most of the time they are ruthlessly shelved for being too formal.When she usually goes out, she seldom thinks of the existence of the white shirt, just put on a t-shirt and shorts. After all, this is not a world that is friendly to five short figures.

And the person in front of her made her unable to help bowing down.

The material is like silk, with a low-key luster in the dark store; loose but not cumbersome, the whole person looks clean and casual; a playful knot is tied at the hem, and it is loosely tied into a dark blue high-waisted denim skirt Inside, a small part of the looming waistline and straight and slender legs are exposed, which makes people daydream.

If the full score for judging is [-], Xu Muran wants to give the person opposite him [-] points, and not give the remaining [-] point because he is afraid that she will be too proud.

She blinked, and before she had time to ask "what's the matter", she saw the woman stretch out a hand to her, with a green one-yuan note between her fingers.

The next second, the other party spoke in a very calm voice, without any condescending sense of charity: "Everyone is waiting behind, hurry up."

Hey, his temper is quite cold.

The situation couldn't allow her to think about this and that, Xu Muran thanked embarrassingly, turned around and paid the money at the annoyed waiter, took the receipt and walked to the service counter.

"Let's have a bowl... Yangchun noodles." She heard the people behind hesitate and said so.

How could someone come to this restaurant famous for its pan-fried steamed dumplings to eat Yangchun noodles?

Xu Muran said: Forgive her for not agreeing.

After receiving a tray full of food from the food pick-up port, she looked to see if anyone would be vacant, and then went to the cashier to get some paper towels.

On the short journey, they happened to be stuck with the person who lent her money, Xu Muran smiled apologetically, and turned sideways to make room for him.

The moment she passed by the woman, she smelled the faint fragrance of her body.

There is a detached fragrance of orange blossom and jasmine, and some heavy notes of patchouli. The two perform their duties without confusion, and the smell is clear and distinct.

When it comes to perfume, Xu Muran is just a layman; but she once had a roommate who was very good at these things, and she could understand some of them by following her ears and eyes all day long.

And this incense, she has smelled it before.

She lowered her gaze and saw the shoulder bag on the other person's shoulder, and she thought to herself: This bag alone is worth the turnover of this store for a week, right?

Carrying such an expensive bag and wearing perfume to eat the unknown Yangchun noodles in the fly restaurant?

Or you rich people will play.

It happened that someone was leaving, so Xu Muran quickly took his seat and sat down to eat.

The crabmeat dumplings are full of delicious fragrance, and the burnt fried dumplings are soft and hard to the mouth, especially this horseshoe cake, Xu Muran ate it so much that he didn't care about his image——

So delicious, right?

Although the appearance is a bit ugly, the water chestnuts in it are very fresh and crisp. Once you bite into it, you will know that it is a fresh vegetable from the field this morning. It is so delicious!

She was so busy eating that she didn't even notice anyone standing by the table. It wasn't until the other person reached out and knocked on the table that she raised her head belatedly: "...May I ask what's the matter?"

"Can I sit across from you? There are so many people now," the woman looked around, "I don't know when we can eat."

At any rate, she also has a friendship with her for a dollar, Xu Muran readily agreed: "It's okay, you sit and sit!"

The other party nodded, sat down opposite her, and began to eat noodles quietly.

Xu Muran had almost eaten, but there was still some left on the plate. She poked this and that with her chopsticks boredly, and then glanced at the watch on the wall: 10 minutes to work.

Holding the mentality of "I can be lazy for a while", she poked the only remaining crab roe bun——

What she didn't expect was that the soup in this bun was unexpectedly rich, so rich that the person sitting opposite quickly wiped his face.

Xu Muran was completely Spartan.

"I...well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She tried to apologize, but all she got in return was "It's okay".

"I am real……"

The other party just finished eating the noodles in the bowl, and calmly picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth: "It's really fine, I didn't wear makeup today."

Su Yan is actually so good-looking?

...Wait, now doesn't seem like the time to think about this, does it?

The more Xu Muran thought about it, the more he didn't know what to say. He looked down at his watch and fled after saying "I'm really sorry". After all, she had an appointment for an interview in the afternoon, so she should have arrived early.

What does this incident mean?She gritted her teeth on the subway and thought: Explain that you must bring enough cash when you go out.