a mistake

Near noon, Fang Nancuo went out to run business with Manager Zhang. "Circus" is a well-known fashion magazine in China. You can see the pure white building at a glance in the business district of the East Third Ring Road.

Fang Nancuo had an unpleasant quarrel with Cheng Jingming in the morning, and was not in the mood to eat breakfast. It was almost noon and he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.However, Fang Nan mistakenly thought that the working meals of the circus should be good.

They were taken directly into the director's office by a female secretary with super long eyelashes.

I saw the director Ki is matching a pile of clothes, and there are a few young assistants who are nervously holding a tablet to take notes.

"Manager Zhang," Ki turned to greet them, "wait for me for a few minutes."

Unlike the bright magazine directors in the news, Ki dressed very casually today, with a loose camel-colored thick-knit sweater on his upper body and a pair of ripped jeans underneath.After assigning work to a group of assistants, Ki impatiently let them go out.

Ki sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and motioned for them to sit down: "Manager Zhang, I've been losing weight recently, and I've suffered from anxiety attacks. Let's get straight to the point."

At this time, the female secretary brought tea.

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon. It's suitable to drink Damascus rose tea, which is anti-oxidant. Manager Zhang, it's time for you to take care of yourself. Who is this?"

Manager Zhang is used to Ki's attitude: "My assistant, Fang Nan made a mistake."

Ki raised his chin and stared at Fang Nan wrongly for a while: "You look pretty good. If you dress up, you should look good."

Fang Nancuo nodded slightly, but was embarrassed to ask what "Shang Dao" meant.

Ki picked up the teacup in a daze for a while, then put it down, and said to the secretary, "I'm not feeling well today, go and bring me a cup of brown sugar ginger tea."

Just as the female secretary was about to leave, Ki told her again: "No sugar."

The female secretary was used to the director's arrangement, and she didn't show much surprise.

Ki turned his head and asked Manager Zhang, "You want to tell me about your April advertisement, right?"

"Well, the client wants to join this issue temporarily, and money is not a problem."

"Money is not a problem for me," ki smiled, "We have already arranged the interview with King Mocheng, and the layout is full now. Where can I find a place for your advertisement?"

Manager Zhang nodded in affirmation: "Aren't there two pages of full body photos in Mocheng?"

Ki curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and his tone was very arrogant: "You want to make a full-body photo into a separate poster, freeing up a page for your advertisement? Your advertisement is so stupid, is it worth it for us to make a separate poster?"

"Soil is dirt, but this advertiser has already arranged a hot search to complain about this advertisement, and everyone will be on the hot search by then."

"Are you guys blackmailing yourself?"

"The customer placed an advertisement again in May, and this time it is our normal level." Manager Zhang stretched out two fingers mysteriously and triumphantly, "The last two hot searches."

"Ha, Manager Zhang, I almost fell in love with you." Ki smiled and clapped his hands.

"Then let's make an agreement, and I will arrange the subsequent procedures."

Ki nodded: "This spokesperson is a new face, Wang Jinjin, and his name is too common."

"Her TV series has been scheduled to be aired in April, and it's still on the stars. It should be a hit."

"No wonder you're in a rush to advertise in April. The sponsor behind this is really strong." Ki raised his slender eyebrows, looking very interested in listening to Manager Zhang's continuation.

Manager Zhang was noncommittal: "We don't see much in this circle."

Ki saw that Manager Zhang didn't intend to gossip, so he changed the subject: "I have someone here who needs you to help me sell."

"Who?"

"A little model, let's see if you can take it with you when you shoot commercials." Ki lowered his voice, "The gold master behind this little brother just cast him in a movie, three times. It's not very famous now , but it is the time when the quality is cheap and easy to use.”

"Okay, you give me his information." Manager Zhang is used to this kind of resource exchange.Whether you are popular in the circle or not, the first thing to look at is whether someone praises you, and the second is to look at your own conditions

Ki suddenly pointed at Fang Nancuo again: "He looks almost like this little brother. But good luck."

Fang Nancuo smiled politely at Ki, but in his heart he didn't like Ki talking like that.

The two hurried back to the company, it was already 5 pm.When entering the door, the front desk handed Fang Nan wrong a small cardboard box, saying it was a courier.

Fang Nan picked up the box by mistake, and there was a greeting card on it that simply said: "Happy New Year." The signature was Cheng Jingpan.Because he was in the office, Fang Nan made a mistake and didn't continue to open the box. He hurriedly took off the greeting card, and sent another text message of thanks to Cheng Jingpan.

Although Fang Nancuo had a lot of contact with Cheng Jingpan during this period of time, the relationship was not so good that they exchanged gifts.Fang Nancuo planned to go home to see what gift it was and give Cheng Jingpan a copy in return.

When getting off work, Fang Nancuo saw the familiar Bentley as soon as he left the building. Fang Nancuo remembered that Cheng Jingming said that he would have dinner together today.Because of the unhappiness this morning, Fang Nan mistakenly thought that Cheng Jingming had forgotten.

He got into the car with the cardboard box in his arms, and Cheng Jingming approached him and said, "Why do you smell like a circus?"

"Running business at the circus today."

"Their director is called Ki, right? He's really interesting." Cheng Jingming wanted to continue, but he suddenly saw the cardboard box at Fang Nan's wrong feet, and kicked it lightly, "What's in your box?"

Fang Nancuo knew that Cheng Jingming didn't want him to get in touch with Cheng Jingpan. Seeing that Cheng Jingming was in a good mood, Fang Nancuo didn't want to have any more conflicts, so he replied, "It was a gift from a friend."

Cheng Jingming didn't ask any further questions, and put his hand on Fang Nancuo's thigh and stroked it gently up and down.Fang Nancuo blushed, and could only keep a certain distance from Cheng Jingming.

The driver quickly drove the car to a high-end Japanese restaurant on the East Third Ring Road, and the embarrassment ended.Fang Nan was worried about the suitcase, so he carried it out of the car.

Cheng Jingming satirized him impatiently with a black face: "Your gift is a treasure."

Fang Nan nodded wrongly, as a response to Cheng Jingming's words.

Cheng Jingming chose a 9998 set meal, and the two sat on the bar in the private room, the environment was extremely elegant and quiet, and the chef specially invited from Japan cooked for them face to face.

Fang Nan made a mistake and didn't eat at noon. He didn't care about his image, so he started eating.

"You haven't eaten for a few days?" Cheng Jingming frowned and said to the waiter, "Let's try the set menu again."

Fang Nancuo hurriedly waved his hand: "I'm full, so I don't need to eat any more."

"What are you working so hard for?"

"I want to go back to my hometown and open a homestay in the future."

"I'll give you money." Cheng Jingming replied sincerely, he really wanted to give Fang Nan some money.

"I do not need."

"I feel special again."

Fang Nan stood up with lowered eyes: "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Is it just a matter of showing your face?" Cheng Jingming wanted to kick the wall again, when he suddenly saw the box under Fang Nan's feet...