prince and prince

Yan Siwei and Shen Yuezhun followed the established steps. Now that the enemy is unknown, they can only make a response based on their feelings. This is also a helpless way. Thousands of miles away, but the truth is always harsher than the truth.

Zhu Qiang called to say that it was already lunch time, and Xiaoxian hadn't gone to work yet, so he asked Yan Sixu if Xiaoxian had asked him for leave, and if so, there were some things he could only do by himself.

Xiaoxian, please leave?Yan Siwei stretched his waist, "No, she didn't ask for leave, why, she didn't come to work?" The business of the studio improved steadily, and Yan Siwei hired another designer, but Xiaoxian still went to work. Very bad, designing a small order, in her own words, she is accumulating experience now.

Zhu Qiang: "Ah, I didn't ask for leave. What's the matter? How can the little girl stop going to work if she doesn't come to work? Could it be that she's looking for a partner and doesn't even think about going to work?"

Yan Siwei somewhat agrees: "Maybe, let's see what she says when she comes to work tomorrow."

But Xiaoxian still didn't go to work the next day, and she didn't go to work on the third day either. Some things were handled by Xiaoxian. Xiaoxian called, but the lady on the phone told him that the number was turned off.

Yan Siwei slapped him twice in a row, "Evil door, what's going on?"

Call Zhu Qiang: "Teacher Zhu, is there anything that Xiaoxian has handled that you don't know? I can't get through to her phone."

Zhu Qiang: "Ah, so, isn't it because I have a drawing to be handed in tomorrow, and I'll hand over the last part to her, and I don't know how she is doing?"

Yan Siwei thought about it a few times and could only say: "Then you look for it in her computer? Maybe it's already finished."

Zhu Qiang: "Is this okay?"

"If there's anything wrong with it, I'll do it if I say so. When Xiaoxian comes, just say I said it."

"Well."

Yan Siwei said again: "Look, and call me if there is any situation."

"Ok."

Within a few minutes, Yan Siwei received another call from Zhu Qiang. When the word Zhu Qiang jumped on the screen of the phone, Yan Siwei thought to himself: Why is there really something wrong?This was just a fleeting thought in his mind, and soon after he connected the phone, Zhu Qiang's anxious voice came from the phone: "Xiao Yan, is there anything on Xiao Xian's computer?"

Yan Siwei: "There is nothing, do you mean the artwork due tomorrow?"

Zhu Qiang: "No, there should be a few small orders in addition to tomorrow's delivery. I left it to her to do it before. The delivery period was long and there was no rush, but it's almost here now. Oh, Xiaoxian's computer even has a drawing software. They are all deleted." There was also the click sound of the mouse from the phone.

Yan Siwei said aloud: "This..." Now that the matter has a vague outline, Yan Siwei was a little afraid to think about it in depth, so he just said: "Masters, you can roughly count, you and Xiaoye If there is no time to do it, I will do it, and when you get off work, don't leave and wait for me to come over."

With the mobile phone in his hand, Yan Siwei looked like he had just hung up the phone. His thoughts had drifted far away. It was obvious that someone did this on purpose. Yan Siwei couldn't think of the specific reason for the time being, unless now Xiaoxian told him personally that although Xiaoxian has only been in the studio for a few months, in Yan Siwei's view, she has always been doing well, and now she will do this kind of thing only for money and future. What happened, did someone threaten her or her family's life? Yan Siwei felt that this was unlikely. If someone behind the scenes did this, then the benefits he wanted would be greater?Therefore, the fact that Zhu Qiang was not pried away can only show that this kind of thing can be big or small, maybe it is just a move in a game of chess, maybe someone is jealous of him being so simple, allowing her a job with a little future even if it is a low salary. Shout out, let him lose a bit, not smooth, lose credit.

Yan Siwei really wanted to tell Shen Yuezhun about this matter, but after thinking about it, he decided not to tell him, he was already in a state of desperation, so don't let him be distracted by this matter.

Yan Siwei comforted himself that things were not as chaotic and serious as Zhu Qiang thought, but he was still in a state of being absent for work, and finally got off work. He hurriedly explained a few words about the evening shift and left the company to go straight to studio.

In the studio where Yan Siwei came, Zhu Qiang was drawing a picture: "How is it?"

Zhu Qiang saved what he had already done, and spread his hands: "It's not good, it seems that Xiaoxian is not going to come back, she even deleted the design software, let alone the artwork that I asked her to deal with later."

Yan Siwei concluded: "You mean, except for the ones that will be handed in tomorrow, she will delete all of them, whether they have already been designed or have to be designed?"

"As you can imagine, yes, not only pictures and pictures, but also paper patterns, everything that passed through her hands was completely disposed of by her, the only difference is... Fortunately, the contracts are all kept in my archives, otherwise ?”

Yan Siwei already knew without using his brain, if the contract is gone, if someone sets up a trap at the same time, he will undoubtedly, Yan Siwei wiped the sweat in his heart, who hates him so much, how can It’s because he doesn’t want him to make a living in this industry, and he obviously wants to seriously hurt him, and it seems that he trusts people too much, so he has to keep important documents in the future, and he must not make a backup copy for public use right now. Set out on something to do.

Yan Siwei nodded: "Then have you sorted out what needs to be done?"

Zhu Qiang put a working USB flash drive on the table: "I put all the contracts and design orders on your desk. This disk contains the design orders that we have to redo. I have divided them into three parts, because All drawings must be submitted within a week.”

Yan Siwei understood that in the future, he would no longer be able to hand over most of the work to Zhu Qiang as before. In the future, he would have to do it himself, and backup the copy of the design order to Zhu Qiang and the others according to the order requirements. And in the future, his The door of the office has to be locked, and the consequences of doing so will be troublesome to work with, but things like this time can be avoided. Generally speaking, it will be beneficial to him.

Yan Siwei took the USB flash drive: "Thank you for your hard work, I will treat you to dinner next time."

Zhu Qiang nodded: "Then I'm off work, Xiao Yan, within a week."

Yan Siwei blinked his eyes to confess, and then walked into his office.

"Old Mo, I heard... As expected, hehe..." A rough voice sounded familiar to Yan Siwei's ears.

Lao Mo's voice didn't have the usual taste, more of it was exasperation: "Laughing fart, Ah Can, let me tell you, you have a few points, I sent it down to experience it, and I will transfer it back soon, have you heard of it?" , leaders are selected from the grassroots.”

There were many laughs, mostly low-pitched, and one laughed loudly.

Old Mo said anxiously: "Still laughing, what's so funny?"

"Old Mo, stop putting gold on your face?"

"Old Mo, if you get transferred up and now we laugh at you like this, will you hold grudges?" This tone is nothing like what you said out of your mouth.

Old Mo gritted his teeth: "You, and you, one by one, remember it for me?"

Coaxed another burst of laughter.

"You are still laughing after doing things, you old men, if you don't work hard, you don't want to do it any more, do you want to learn from others, if you continue like this, you, you all can only be transferred to clean the toilet."

Suddenly there was no voice, no laughter, and soon the roar of the machine sounded.

Lao Mo said to himself hurriedly: "Every one of the nine-grade sesame seeds knows how to show off." He shouted: "Work!"

Most of the conversations that followed were people making jokes about Lao Mo being transferred to work in the workshop. Fortunately, Lao Mo had a thick skin, and anyone who said he could make fun of him. Later, it meant that I downgraded my glory. When no one is alone, I will hum a few ditties from time to time, which means I am enjoying it.

The recorder pauses.

Yan Siwei smiled earnestly at Shen Yue: "Old Mo has been away for a few days, I think, if he keeps the recorder on all the time, he will definitely have what we want."

Shen Yuezhun put the tripod on Yan Siwei's body, and adjusted a comfortable position: "Well, I don't believe they can keep everything secret, so listen."

Yan Siwei pressed the switch, put the recording pen on the cabinet, touched Shen Yuezhun's thigh with the other hand, and pulled the hair of the leg from time to time: "Let you put it on me, let you put it on me." Of course he was Gently pull.

Shen Yuezhun wanted to call out a few times to express her comfort level, so she trembled: "Easy, light." Full of lust.

Lao Mo's voice resounded without losing the opportunity amidst the rumbling machines, as if suppressed: "Old Lin, Lao Lin?"

A thick elderly voice: "What's the matter, Lao Mo?"

"Hey, don't say it, you guys are pretty good here."

"Not bad? What do you mean, you fell in love with being a grinder?"

"I feel good anyway."

"It looks good to see that you are sweating profusely. Who would believe it? Don't you know that our salary is the lowest except for the old lady who sweeps the floor. You like the one with less salary? Your warehouse, in this kind of weather, although there is no To the point where the air conditioner is on my back, but I still know that you can hide in the office and blow the air from the air conditioner when it’s hot.”

Old Mo's voice: "Hey, I've been transferred here, and I'm still talking about the warehouse. There must be a difference. Don't you say that if you come, you'll be safe. You think I want to come, fucking Zheng Songtao You must force me to sign and pledge, saying that otherwise I will leave, leave. At my age, it is not good to change companies. I won’t be able to work for a few years. My old woman persuaded me, anyway, you won’t be able to work for a few years. If you want to retire, you don’t need to trade back and forth, it makes sense when I think about it, it takes only a few months for a novice to become a proficient, even if the salary is higher, it won’t be much higher, depending on your age.”

"It makes sense. At our age, we can't work for a few years and have to retire."

"Huh, Lao Lin?" The voice was even lower.

"what?"

"Old Lin?" Like a child, he yelled again and again, but Lao Mo quickly returned to the subject: "Old Lin, hey, why don't you have that?"

"Knowing that you call me that is definitely not a good thing, sure enough."

Old Mo was unyielding: "How is it?"

"Hey, I already said I'll smoke it for you, why don't you trust people?"

Lao Mo’s aggrieved voice: “Old Lin, to be honest, I certainly believe what you say, but how long has it been, and, if they didn’t say how good the cigarette is, would I be like this? "

"Haha." A deep laugh: "After all, did we harm you?"

"I don't mean that"

"Isn't that what you meant?"

"Okay, okay, please tell me, when did you have it? Xiao Yan, who came with me last time, is also you old men who like to show off. People have laughed at me several times, saying that we are old men. It’s not reliable to do things and talk, and how long has it been since the good cigarettes were agreed, and there is still no shadow, Lao Lin, can you say something?”

After coughing a few times: "Old Mo, hey, I don't know what to say to you, okay, okay, I'll ask and ask for some, I hope I can shut your mouth, but you don't High hopes, who knows if there will be."

There was a slapping sound: "Old Lin, I knew you would have a way. You can't do this. If I don't force you, you won't move. Lao Lin, you can't do this...!" The last word "ah" is like the singing of Peking Opera.

"You can't be good if you get a cheap price, you, Mo."

"Hehehe, hahaha..."

"What kind of nerves do these two old men have?"

"I said that the two of them were secretly biting their ears. The way they laugh now is nerve-wracking."

Lao Mo: "We won't say it. If you say we're crazy, I won't say what we're talking about. Isn't that Lao Lin?"

"Ha ha..."