The moon in full bloom

Tao Qingyang dazedly stretched out a hand from under the thin quilt, groped for the phone that was ringing non-stop, and pressed the alarm clock.

As the saying goes, spring is sleepy, autumn is lacking, summer is napping, and winter is March when you can't wake up.

After half an hour—

"I'm going to die, I'm late, ahhh!"

Tao Qingyang finally woke up from the spring sleepiness and hurriedly cleaned up.

Short hair doesn't need much fuss, just comb it smoothly. She has a toothbrush in her mouth and is putting on clothes on her body.Today I changed into the most conservative long-sleeved trousers and flat shoes, and I look at least five years older.

After getting off the bus and rushing to Tianfu, Tao Qingyang looked at his phone.Well, luckily I'm not late.

"Good morning!" Someone greeted her across the road.

Tao Qingyang looked at the door of the coffee shop, the man was wiping the glass with a rag, waving and smiling at her, "Good morning, Wen Huan!"

The pancakes she ate in a hurry in the bus tumbling in her stomach, Tao Qingyang burped and walked into the company with a relaxed mood.

It's just why, every colleague she saw who came to work had a gloomy face, as if they were visiting a grave?

Tao Qingyang was full of doubts, and took the elevator to the seventh floor. Nie Tongge sat in the director's transparent office with a livid face. The door was open, and she could vaguely hear her explaining something on the phone. Her voice was soft and respectful, which was clearly contrary to the expression on her face.

"What's the matter?" She lowered her voice and asked Assistant Dong, fearing that a louder voice would spoil the sad atmosphere.

Assistant Dong didn't say a word, but just handed over a tablet and played a video for her to watch.

The video is less than 2 minutes long, so it looks like an advertisement.

When Tao Qingyang saw half of it, he immediately realized that something was wrong - the plot of this commercial was exactly the same as the script they discussed yesterday!

How can it be!

Moreover, the main feature of the handed down famous treasure is the emerald jade bracelet, which is more in line with the concept of this advertisement in terms of cultural tradition!

"This..." Tao Qingyang was momentarily at a loss for words.

Assistant Dong lowered his head and leaned into her ear, "This script was discussed by everyone. It was reported to the client yesterday afternoon. This morning, Handed down Mingbao released this advertisement. The client is very angry now. The director is explaining .”

As he spoke, he glanced at Nie Tongge.

"Why did this happen?" Tao Qingyang frowned, feeling the pressure.

Simple similarity?No, the few lines in this promotional video are exactly the same as what they discussed yesterday, there can be no such coincidence!

After thinking for a while, Tao Qingyang asked: "Could it be that the client... leaked it?" It was said that the idea was first reported to the person in charge of HOMA, but Furui Jewelry also called yesterday and learned about their advertising script.

"Impossible, Furui and Famous Treasure are competitors." Assistant Dong shook his head.

Tao Qingyang understood.In this way, there is only one possibility - there is a ghost in Tianfu company.

who is it?

In the office, Nie Tongge humiliated and finally coaxed the client.She stood up, walked to the door coldly and looked around the crowd, "Just this afternoon, give me the new script."

After finishing speaking, he slammed the door neatly, shutting out many complaints.

Nie Tongge picked up the phone, glanced at Tao Qingyang, who was working honestly outside the transparent glass wall, and dialed the company's internal line, "Hello? Chairman, it's me. Well, it's been found out that the photography team of that company didn't come home all night. , must have gotten the script from us, and was filming overnight..."

She was slow, and when she spoke, she fixed her eyes on Tao Qingyang, with an unfathomable smile on the corner of her mouth.

Tao Qingyang pinched the piece of paper he wrote yesterday, and carefully copied the words on it in the notebook. As he read it, his heart was beating non-stop.

Should I hand it over to the director...

She ran her fingers through her hair again, nervously.

Will it be ridiculed for being naive?Or the director threw it back to her without looking at it?

Tao Qingyang bit her lip and struggled, a soft music sounded in the corridor, the morning work was over - well, it was over.

She tore the piece of paper out of the notebook, folded it carefully in two, and carefully put it in her pocket.

It was Wen Huan who delivered the food today.

"I'm mainly in charge of the operation of the coffee shop now, and the meal delivery is also very convenient. We will see each other every day in the future." Wen Huan handed the boxed lunch to her, smiling wantonly.

Yes, that's how it feels.

Tao Qingyang remembered that the girl Huaichun used to gossip with Cheryl before her.Wen Huan can be regarded as a model of self-made. He worked hard to build a high-end western restaurant and three Chinese restaurants. It seems that he even hangs the chef's sign in a five-star hotel. If you want her to cook a table, you have to make an appointment at least half a month in advance.

The aura of a strong woman created by fighting in the catering industry is really not something ordinary people can resist.

Wen Huan saw that she just smiled and didn't speak, so he tilted his head and looked at her: "What's wrong with you?"

"No!" Tao Qingyang came back to his senses, and quickly denied, "I'm going upstairs, goodbye!"

Wen Huan suddenly took her hand, "Go and sit in my shop, we just have dinner together."

"Ah?" Tao Qingyang didn't realize why she invited him.

"Many people go home after taking their meals, and very few people go back to the office for lunch—isn't your house nearby?" Wen Huan pursed his lips, "Some people may not like eating in the office. "

Tao Qingyang's face darkened when he thought of the person who threw away her lunch yesterday.I have to face that person today, and I have to eat a stomach ulcer.

"I really bothered you." Tao Qingyang really didn't want to go back, so he thanked Wen Huan.

Wen Huan was holding the small cart with one hand, and dragging her across the road with the other hand, "Is there anything to disturb you, just open the door to welcome guests."

The coffee shop has been cleaned and decorated exquisitely. There are no customers during lunch time, but this is the only coffee shop nearby, and the business in the future will not be much worse.

Wen Huan bent down to take out his lunch, threw the trolley into the kitchen, and said to the inside: "Kun Zai, clean the car, Lao Zhang will come this afternoon and ask him to take it back."

"Okay!" A young man inside responded, poking his head out of the kitchen with a little flour on his face.

Tao Qingyang was dragged by Wen Huan, picked a seat by the window, and sat down facing each other.

This scene is very similar to how she was eating in the cafeteria with her friends at school. There is a long-lost familiarity and relaxation.With Wen Huan, it's easy to be assimilated by her relaxed attitude.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Wen Huan's lunch was rice with mixed grains. She picked up a grain of rice with chopsticks and observed it, as if she was sure it was good-looking before eating it.

Tao Qingyang shook his head immediately, and felt that the worry on his face was not all right, so he said vaguely, "Work...is not going well."

"Newcomers are like this, take it easy." Wen Huan persuaded her with the appearance of someone who has experienced it, "The advertising department is pretty easy, and those who are capable are the top ones. If you have a good idea, you can tell it right away, and it's easy to become a regular. Even if you screw up , At worst, change jobs."

Why does that sound wrong?

Tao Qingyang was amused by her, and then his face sank again, hesitatingly said: "It's not this, it's actually..."

"I've also heard about the famous treasures handed down from generation to generation." Wen Huan interrupted her, "His family's promotional videos have always been received by Feiteng's advertisements. Hmph, the skills are not as good as others, and the methods are still so low."

Tao Qingyang was taken aback: "How do you know?"

Wen Huan swallowed the grilled chicken breast in his mouth, "A long time ago, Tianfu and Feiteng competed for a big client, Tianfu won, and since then became a first-class media company. Feiteng... After so many years, it is still in the second line."

Tao Qingyang was even more surprised. Thinking that Wen Huan still had the aura of "successful person" on his head, he didn't think it was strange.Everything in the media circle can be spread to the catering industry, it really is the information age.

Furui and Famous Treasure are rivals, and Tianfu and Fei Teng are also rivals. No wonder after the idea was stolen, there was only heavy anxiety on the colleague's face, but no surprise.

After she and Wen Huan finished eating, Kun Zai quickly cleared the table and served a pot of tea and a plate of snacks.

Tao Qingyang took a paper towel from his pocket to wipe his mouth, and a piece of paper folded squarely was brought out and fell on the ground, and was stepped on by Kun Zai.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Kunzai helped her pick it up, apologizing repeatedly.

Tao Qingyang waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing important."

That being said, there is a black footprint left on the white paper, and it is impossible to get it out.It was God's will, Tao Qingyang sighed, and it was better not to give it to Director Nie.

"What's that?" Wen Huan rested his chin on one hand and glanced at her palm.

Tao Qingyang gripped the paper tightly, grabbed out a few wrinkles, and smoothed them out distressedly, "Yes, it's one of my ideas for a promotional video..."

"Can I see it?"

When a person has completed a satisfactory work, no matter how well he conceals it, he hopes to be recognized by others.Although the original introverted personality prevented those people from doing self-recommendation, once someone asked to take a look, they were still willing to show it.

Without hesitation, Tao Qingyang put the paper on the table and pushed it to Wen Huan with one finger.

Wen Huan spread out, changed the position of the hand supporting his chin, lowered his head and supported his forehead, not looking at Tao Qingyang's expectant expression with shining eyes.A complex emotion rolled in her eyes, and finally subsided into silence.

"How is it? Isn't it...a bit too childish?" Tao Qingyang asked cautiously, holding her breath.

Wen Huan raised his head, but there was only admiration in his eyes, "It's very good! Haven't you shown it to your boss yet? It's much better than the one handed down from ancient times!"

Tao Qingyang nodded, "I'm worried..."

"What are you worried about!" Wen Huan poured himself a cup of tea, "Afraid of messing up? Or the same sentence, at worst, change jobs."

After a pause, she also felt that what she said was inappropriate, so she changed her serious expression and said seriously once, "If you don't fight hard, who knows what fate will give you?"

Tao Qingyang stopped moving her fingers around her hair.

Cheryl said that Wen Huan is a model of self-made. In an industry that is not suitable for women, he has created a myth that only belongs to women.

——Then she is still so timid, what is it!

Don't forget, you, Tao Qingyang, have won a four-year scholarship, and you are the master of fighting the battery with your bare hands in the art academy where the yin and yang are in decline!After so many years of being well-behaved from childhood to adulthood, isn't this kind of life not enough?

No matter what, you must show this idea to the director, even if you screw it up—just, just change jobs!

Tao Qingyang encouraged himself in his mind full of energy, the small universe was full of energy.

"Ha, actually, you're not timid, you just need some recognition." Wen Huan looked at her with a smile, and reached out to help her fill a cup of tea, "I am fortunate to witness the birth of a great designer."

Tao Qingyang... began to twist her hair again, and asked in a low voice, "Am I a little stupid?"

"Well, it's silly." Wen Huan nodded seriously.

The two looked at each other and smiled, holding up the cups at the same time.

The tea is clear, with a light and long-lasting aroma.The dim sum on the plate is also very delicate. The skin made of glutinous rice is pinched smaller than the belly of a little finger. Tao Qingyang twists it and puts it in his mouth. The dim sum is filled with raisins soaked in warm water. A little plum meat.

A sweet and sour afternoon.

If you don't fight hard, who knows what fate will give you?

Standing outside Nie Tongge's office, Tao Qingyang encouraged himself so much that he knocked on the door three times.

"Please come in."

Tao Qingyang became nervous again. After taking a deep breath, he opened the door and walked in.

"Director Nie, this is the script of the promotional video I wrote. I don't know if it will work. You can take a look..." She presented a piece of paper to Nie Tongge with both hands.

Nie Tongge looked up, his eyes hidden behind the glasses swept over her, "You wrote it yourself?"

"Yes... No, yes!"

Workplace rules, you should say "yes" to your boss, not "yes".

The corner of Nie Tongge's mouth curled up in a cold arc, and after a long time, he said four words.

"—put it here."