The design director skipped work

Wu Zheng has always harbored a fantasy in his heart:

In fact, he is a crazy, cool, violent and petite young master who will be denied by his relatives when he loses his temper.

It's exciting to see this character set.

However, at this moment, the illusion was completely shattered.

There is no petite young master who is subdued when someone pinches his arm.

Wu Zheng looked at his two hands that had been raised to slap in disobedience, and felt that he was really disappointing.

He gave Jiang Heng a pitiful look, and Jiang Heng also looked at him with concern, but from his posture to his expression, he was more business-oriented.

When looking at him, Jiang Heng's eyes softened for a moment, but then he nodded very slightly at the new boss who was about to take the stage, and signaled Wu Zheng, don't talk, and listen carefully.

Wu Zheng immediately sat upright obediently, like a student waiting for the teacher to draw key points in the last class before the final exam.

The scene just now could not be played back in my mind.

Jiang Heng pinched his arm lightly, with a kind of tacit intimacy.

There is also the very soft voice "Don't be angry, be obedient."

Such a big meeting room, so many people.

At that moment, Wu Zheng clearly felt the connection between him and Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng seemed to be able to hear the voice in his heart, and he seemed to... only hear Jiang Heng's voice.

He only wants to listen to Jiang Heng's words.

Wu Zheng's eyes eagerly followed the big man who was speaking on the stage, but his ears were a little red.

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The turmoil of this tearing meeting is the epitome of the entire World Trade Exhibition scene.

In the end, the decision made by the courtyard was simply bizarre: the World Trade Exhibition was too influential and large-scale, and it was the first time in China since it was held for more than a dozen sessions, so the Ninth Academy will jointly participate in the exhibition with another large enterprise.

This means that all previous arrangements have to be overthrown and restarted.

Faced with such a drastic change, when Wu Zheng first joined the job, he would look around in shock and ask around. Was the previous work done for nothing?

Two years ago, Wu Zhenghui sighed and calmly planned his schedule for skipping work for the next week.

As for the current Wu Zheng, how should I put it, it can be described as a cold joke.

It is a miracle that a man survived jumping from the tenth floor.

This person jumped from the tenth floor again, and he was still alive. This is called a miracle again.

This man jumped from the tenth floor and was still alive.

It's what he's used to.

Wu Zheng is used to it now.

It doesn't matter, brother is just a design machine without emotion.

It's nothing more than deleting, deleting, modifying, staying up late and working overtime, and drinking brother Jiang's milk tea by the way.

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For Wu Zheng, the most frustrating thing about working in the Ninth Academy is not the project requirements that come in a storm, nor the leader's unrestrained revision opinions, but the cumbersome and balding review mechanism.

And the large enterprise next door, let's call it Factory Z, the degree of auditing is even more terrifying than the Ninth Academy.

After the co-exhibition matters are determined, a report speech shall be given as required.

The speaker is a high-ranking director of Factory Z, and a PPT is required for the presentation.

Considering the relatively high specification of the speech, Wu Zheng decided to do this PPT by himself.

He carefully crafted a set of design templates with versatile colors and simple styles, and then filled them in the PPT according to the written materials compiled by Z factory's publicity side, and delivered them with great satisfaction.

Of course, Wu Zheng is also ready to revise the draft. The design draft that does not need to be revised is still called the design draft?

The person who connected the PPT with Wu Zheng, Wu Zheng called him Mr. Zhu.

He didn't know the specific position of this Zhu Zong, but he was right to call Zong Zong when he was undecided.

Mr. Zhu called Wu Zheng 10 minutes after he got the PPT: "Mr. Wu, we have some suggestions for revisions on this PPT."

"You said." Wu Zheng replied politely.

"Change the font, and don't center it. Then there is a problem with the module division of this PPT. The first and second are merged, the third needs to be split into two and three, and the fourth needs to be..."

"... wait a moment, Mr. Zhu." Wu Zheng couldn't help but interrupt, "The module division is determined by the publicity side, are you sure you want to modify it?"

"The publicity is fixed, but it can also be adjusted." Mr. Zhu said calmly, "The leader will definitely not like the effect, so you can change it as I said first."

"Okay." Wu Zheng followed the example of kindness.

After two hours of busy work, I finally selected the font format according to Mr. Zhu's request. The most important thing is to rearrange the modules. Wu Zheng handed in the second draft, and Mr. Zhu replied quickly: "Okay, no problem, I Send it to Mr. Lu for a look."

What is Mr. Lu doing?

An ominous premonition welled up in Wu Zheng's heart.

Sure enough, another 10 minutes later, Mr. Zhu brought back Mr. Da Lu's revision opinion: split the first article into the first and second two, and the subsequent numbering will be postponed.

Wu Zheng took another look at the disassembled part, and it was the same as the first version of the module that was advertised.

Wu Zheng: "..." As expected.

Wu Zheng gritted his teeth and divided the modules again, and resent them to Mr. Zhu.

Another 10 minutes later, Mr. Yang, who is above Mr. Lu, proposed revisions, and half of the revisions requested by Mr. Lu were reworked.

Just like a matryoshka doll, every reviewer asked Wu Zheng to revise the version he thought his superiors would like. After the modification, he was satisfied and submitted it to the superior. In fact, the superior didn't like it at all, so he called back and continued to modify.

this is life!Life!Life!

Wu Zheng pulled PowrPoint viciously, but what can he do?Still have to continue to change resignedly.

After three days of progress, this PPT finally passed the permission of the leaders.

After repeated revisions, the manuscript finally returns to its basics and is almost indistinguishable from the first draft.

Expected.

Wu Zheng numbly uploaded this PPT, which was already "Speech ver39 of World Trade Center Factory Z", but it doesn't matter, as long as this draft can pass, he will be thankful.

After a long and torturous 10 minutes, the assistant of the speech director of Factory Z called Wu Zheng.

"Hello, Mr. Wu." The little assistant's voice was gentle, courteous, and his attitude was excellent.

Wu Zheng shuddered.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling face with your hand.

In reverse, when a person who is not related to you suddenly smiles at you, it means that you are going to be unlucky.

"Director Xu has watched the speech PPT and is very satisfied." The little assistant continued.

There was no fluctuation on Wu Zheng's face, and he silently added two words to him in his heart——

"—But." said the little assistant.

The time to come finally came, Wu Zheng was probably made stupid by being abused, and he actually lifted his spirits.

"But there is something wrong with this picture, please check WeChat." The assistant sent a screenshot from WeChat, which is the accompanying picture given by the publicity side.

This picture is a photo of a forum meeting. In the photo, the speaker faces the camera sideways, talking eloquently and with excellent demeanor.

The only small problem is that the picture quality is not high. To be precise, it looks like it has been mosaiced.

At that time, Wu Zheng asked the person who gave him the information, are you sure to use this picture?

The other party said, yes, this picture can best express the main idea to be expressed here.

You see, it is not necessary to change it yet.

Wu Zheng curled his lips silently, and then asked the little assistant: "Do you want to change this picture? Just send it to me."

"Ah?" The little assistant was puzzled for a moment, and said again and again, "No, no, don't change, the content expressed in this picture is very suitable here."

Wu Zheng was taken aback: "Then what do you want to change?"

The little assistant suddenly fell silent.

During this brief silence, Wu Zheng keenly sensed the breath of Sabi.

Ten seconds later, the little assistant finally hesitated and spoke with difficulty.

"Well, Director Xu means that this picture is too blurry, can you make it clearer?"

?

Wu Zheng slowly put out a question mark.

Why don't you let me turn the person P who is standing on the side right?

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In fact, Wu Zheng can understand this kind of thing, because both the Ninth Academy and the Z Factory are industries based on physical existence, and many senior executives are older, and they are slow to accept new things such as PPT and the Internet.

Therefore, it is understandable to make some seemingly silly demands.

It’s just that for Wu Zheng, who is in the front line of design, he has to explain every day, such as “We can’t make the small words on the picture bigger”, “We can’t make the blurry picture clear” and “The clarity of the picture depends on itself rather than me. "This thing is a PPT, not a video, and it's not realistic to have dubbing" and other stupid questions, which really exhausted him.

As expected of Wu Zheng, Wu Zheng has a much stronger heart than ordinary people. After being tortured for two days, he decisively found a way to relieve his depression.

On the third night, it was another night of working overtime alone.

With dark circles the size of his fists, Wu Zheng sneakily downloaded the attachment sent by his good friend on his office computer with a full face of anticipation, and then settled down.

On the desktop of my computer, a cloud-like special effect suddenly appeared in the lower right corner, and then, a Q-version figure with three heads and glasses in a suit and leather shoes appeared on the screen.

Like Lee!Jiang Xiaoheng!

That's right, this is the desk pet Jiang Xiaoheng that Wu Zheng enlisted the help of his college classmate and good friend.

Jiang Xiaoheng is a desktop decoration with very simple functions. It can switch between three actions: standing, sitting, and lying. In addition, it can walk in a very PPT posture while standing.

Because it (he?) was completely painted by Wu Zheng himself, but Wu Zheng doesn't have much time now, so he can only make do with it.

But it was enough for Wu Zheng. Satisfied, he poked Jiang Xiaoheng wildly with the mouse. Where Jiang Xiaoheng was poked, a "well"-shaped angry symbol appeared. Wu Zheng laughed so hard that he collapsed on the chair.

When he was in college, he liked to make such gadgets to decompress, but before, they were usually soft-looking dumplings, groundhogs and the like, and this was the first time he made a human figure.

When he was looking for a friend to ask for a table pet and sent the picture, the friend said "oh yo yo" meaningfully for a while, and asked him who is this and why are you his table pet?

Wu Zheng didn't answer at that time, because he thought about it for a while and found that he couldn't answer this question either.

Maybe it was inspired by drawing that Jiang Xiaoheng at the meeting, but maybe not.

This is not important, what is important is that Wu Zheng already has a table pet Jiang Xiaoheng, and the painful overtime hours become happy all of a sudden.

Wu Zheng looked at his watch and it was past six o'clock, and he had to work overtime anyway, so he might as well try to cross the evening rush hour, so he continued to poke Jiang Xiaoheng intently.

Jiang Xiaoheng originally drew the cute and handsome hang, adding an angry symbol is so milky that Wu Zheng wants to lose his temper.

Wu Zheng poked and poked with a smile on his face, until suddenly a shadow appeared above his head, and then a hand fell on the back of his chair.

"What are you playing, so happy?" Before Wu Zheng turned his head, he heard Jiang Heng's voice.

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