The design director skipped work

Liang Ziqing played very well.

In order not to make herself nervous, she did not look too much at her colleagues off the field during the speech, but she could feel that she was in a very good state today.

She is full of confidence and strength, so no matter the emotional ups and downs or physical movements, it is the best performance after practicing so many times.

After the speech, Liang Ziqing bowed again, and the audience burst into applause.

How much of these applause came from the exhibition center, and how much came from real passers-by audience, is no longer important to Liang Ziqing.

What is important is that the entire department is united, and seventeen people are her backing.

At this time, there was a small commotion below, Liang Ziqing looked at the seats where the colleagues in the department were sitting.

Director Jiang stood up, holding a bunch of flowers in his left hand and a bunch of flowers in his right hand, and followed Angkor to stand up, still holding a bunch of flowers in his left hand and a bunch of flowers in his right hand.

Only then did Liang Ziqing notice that Angkor was dressed very formally today, Director Jiang even wore a tie, and even seemed to have a little hairstyle?

Amid the well-meaning booing, Liang Ziqing watched in surprise Director Jiang and Angkor came up to the stage holding a lot of flowers and gave them all to her.

Every speaker will be given flowers at the end of his speech, but there is really no one who gets eighteen bouquets at once.

Liang Ziqing, who had already calmed down, suddenly became a little excited again. Taking advantage of Angkor standing directly opposite her to help her block the camera, she quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Thank you, Director, thank you Angkor .”

"What are you talking about?" Director Jiang smiled, "The little girl from our exhibition is coming out to participate in the competition, what if we don't give her enough cards."

In the end, each of the three people held two bouquets of flowers and took a group photo on the stage. Although the final photo effect was a bit like a flower farmer going to the city for a sale, this is not important anymore.

The result was finally announced, and as expected, Liang Ziqing was No.1.

Coincidentally, No.2 turned out to be Xia Shi. When the leaders of the courtyard stepped down after presenting them with awards, Xia Shi whispered to Liang Ziqing, "I really envy you, your department gets along really well."

"Thank you." Liang Ziqing hugged the flowers, smiling so hard that she couldn't see her eyes.

Two months ago, she was still struggling. Is it really the right choice to give up a private company with a higher salary and come to the Ninth Academy?

Now she thinks, even if it's just for these lovely colleagues, it's totally worth staying in the Ninth Hospital.

-

After the speech contest, the intensive activities of the Ninth Academy came to an end for the time being. The next wave of activity peak will be after New Year's Day and before the Spring Festival.

Between the two peaks, of course, it is normal work.Luncheon, then National Day, and then speech contest, it is easy to make people so lazy that they even forget what they used to do.

But the list of lazy people does not include Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng is a person who has never been lazy, and even tends to be a workaholic.

Before he had any special feelings for Wu Zheng, he was used to doing things for Wu Zheng, not only helping Wu Zheng, but also helping other colleagues in the department, a bit too hands-on, and even obsessive-compulsive.

In short, once the project gets busy, Jiang Heng will give people a feeling of wandering crazily on the verge of karoshi.

There's a reason for that too.

The reason is now on Jiang Heng's desktop, flickering with the vibration of the phone.

The reason is a mobile phone contact: Mom.

Jiang Heng didn't really want to answer this call. To be honest, he didn't feel relieved after answering the phone at home, but his mother was very firm this time. If one didn't answer, he would call ten, and if ten didn't answer, he would call ten more.

Jiang Heng also needs to keep his mobile phone unblocked at work, he can't let his mother call in all the time, and after all, he is his own mother, so he can't always ignore it.

In the end, Jiang Heng had no choice but to answer the phone.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Jiang Heng asked.

"Lend me 3 yuan." Mom said.

Jiang Heng was taken aback: "Didn't I just give you money last month?"

He would give his family 3000 yuan a month, which was enough for his mother and his stepfather to live in the not-so-rich countryside in the north, and he was also rich.

Besides, his stepfather is now farming, and his brother has a job in the county, so he won't be short of money suddenly, right?

Jiang Heng knew very well that the repayment period of the "borrow" that his mother said was 1 years, and he had already "borrowed" tens of thousands from her, but this was his own mother, so he didn't care.

But another [-]?

This is spending money faster than Jiang Heng himself who lives in the imperial capital?

"I've run out of money." Mom hesitated for a while, "You should have some savings, can you lend me some money?"

"What are you going to do with it?" Jiang Heng asked.

My mother was silent for a while, and said, "I want to contract a piece of land with my neighbor."

Their family used to have fields, and they grew corn and peaches. Now many people from the countryside have migrated to the cities to work, and the old people who stayed in the countryside can't farm. The plan my mother said is logical.

But Jiang Heng didn't believe it.

"Which neighbor's field? Where is it?" Jiang Heng asked, "What do you plan to plant? Now in October, you contract a piece of land with someone in October, and you can only plant seeds in spring. Are you giving them a few months' money for nothing?"

My mother was silent for a while, her tone became very stiff: "You can get it if you pay, why ask so much?"

"I earn all my money penny by penny. I can't give it to you unless you explain why." Jiang Heng's voice also became cold.

Sure enough, he was lying to him.

What do you want so much money for?

When the mother saw that she couldn't get the money, her face changed instantly, and her tone suddenly became sharp: "Jiang Heng, have you stayed in the big city for so long that you even forgot about it? You really thought you flew out of a ravine Golden Phoenix? Climb high branches and look down on us? Stop dreaming, you are nothing in the eyes of those powerful and rich city people! Things that climb out of the mud will always be covered in mud!"

Jiang Heng hung up the phone.

In fact, I will not be very angry, because I have heard these words too many times, and if I arrange them casually, it will be a new ginseng rooster.

got used to.

It's just that Jiang Heng doesn't know why his mother compares his hometown to a "mud pond". Obviously, there is also his own father there, and there are kind-hearted, upright people who love life like his younger brother.

The real quagmire never refers to the living environment, but refers to some narrow and sad people who fall with their loved ones.

This call reminded Jiang Heng once again of the reason why he worked so hard for so many years, put pressure on himself mercilessly, and almost masochistically studied and worked.

to escape.

I never want to go back to that world again.

At this time, WeChat suddenly rang continuously.

Jiang Heng opened it a little irritatedly, only to realize that someone in the convention and exhibition department group was @ him.

The reason is that Ziqing said thank you to everyone, and then everyone jumped out in turn to say no thanks, you are the fattest, and then someone @江桐 said thank you, director, this kind of thing is all led by the director.

Then someone @江桐 praised him in a hurry, and Wu Zheng also sent a [little raccoon likes] emoji.

Jiang Heng flicked the contents of these screens back and forth many times, closed his eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

This is like home.

-

The incident of her mother begging for money didn't bother Jiang Heng too much, and it can be said that relatively speaking, work bothers Jiang Heng more.

That night, Jiang Heng was immersed in writing a report on the track exhibition that he was going to report on this Thursday, when someone knocked on the office door three times suddenly, and Jiang Heng said, "Please come in."

When the door was pushed open, Jiang Heng was taken aback, and it was Wansuo who came in.

He quickly stood up and asked Wansuo to sit down. He never expected that Wansuo would come down to look for him. Usually, Wansuo wanted to call him, so he called him and asked him to go upstairs to the director's office.

Wan Suo didn't sit down, walked up to Jiang Heng, stood beside him and asked, "What is Xiao Jiang doing?"

"Write a report." Jiang Heng said truthfully, and explained what the report was about.

Wansuo looked at his computer screen again: "Give me a look?"

Of course, Jiang Heng had no objection, and immediately gave up his seat to Wan Suo.

After Wansuo sat down, he began to look at the watch seriously.

Standing behind Wansuo, Jiang Heng followed along and checked the typo by himself. He was looking at the last line on the screen: In summary, this year's track exhibition center decided to...

Jiang Heng's eyes suddenly froze.

He suddenly realized that there was a table pet Wu Xiaozheng obediently lying on the lower right corner of his screen.

-

Jiang Heng's heart rose to his throat for a moment, if Wan Suo could see that there was a Q version of Wu Zheng on his desktop...it would be impossible to explain.

Fortunately, Wansuo probably didn't see it. After reading the report draft carefully, he gave Jiang Heng some suggestions for revision.Then he turned the chair and faced Jiang Heng who was standing aside.

"Are you free to talk now?" Wan Suo asked.

Jiang Heng nodded cautiously.

"Have you encountered any difficulties in your work recently?" Wan said.

"Difficult?" Jiang Heng was stunned for a moment, and there was not much difficulty, but he still complained in a more tactful tone for the delay in giving the forum agenda to the lower meeting department.

After hearing this, Wansuo frowned slightly and remained silent for a long time.

What Jiang Heng said was a very simple matter, and he shouldn't be silent for so long.

Jiang Heng started to panic, Wan Suo took the initiative to look for him, and there was this uncharacteristic silence.

He had a hunch that something was going to happen.

Just when Jiang Heng was about to take the initiative to ask, Wan Suo finally said: "Xiao Jiang, what I'm going to say next is because I believe you, so I will tell you in advance. I hope you can keep calm after listening and don't lose your composure. Remember In a word, everything has not been determined before the document is issued.”

Jiang Heng's heart tightened again.

In recent days, dots of uneasiness have suddenly gathered in one place, the items that have been snatched away, the time that cannot be determined, and the seemingly unintentional but intentional delays...

Before he had time to ask, it seemed that the matter had already been found on his head.

Let Wansuo come down in person, but also use such a tone to solemnly order things.

Jiang Heng couldn't guess what it was, but he knew it must be very, very serious.

Jiang Heng got up and locked the door of the director's office. This was the most panicked moment he had been in the Ninth Hospital for four years.

He took a deep breath in an inconspicuous way to relieve the tension in his heart, then looked back at Wansuo and smiled: "Say it."

The author has something to say: I would like to reiterate that this article is just a love story of a cute rich second generation VS a self-made top student with a real workplace as the background. The plot in the article has nothing to do with reality.Occasionally, I saw a little angel saying that after seeing Zhengzheng’s experience, he wanted to change his major/do not want to work in a similar unit. The author was a little worried that a novel would give everyone a bad impression of the workplace, so I specifically explained it. This is no longer explained separately.