[Comprehensive] Female Matching Strategy

I didn’t spend much time with Yin Xiangzhe in the UK. We spent less than 24 hours alone. The night before we left, we drank with Jin Xianda in the bar.

Back in Korea, Kim Hyun Dae and I were one of the many trainers for new anchors.Thanks to Yin Xiangzhe, I really paid special attention to Zhen Shanmei, but I found that the little girl worked hard enough, but she was a bit silly and careless.On the other hand, Xu Yingmei is better than Zhen Shanmei in terms of adaptability and professional knowledge, and her appearance is indeed more brilliant.

Today, I was discussing the overall situation of this group of students with Jin Xianda. When I talked about Zhen Shanmei and Xu Yingmei, I found that Jin Xianda and these two little girls were old acquaintances.

I was taken aback, and looked at him, "Why haven't I heard you mention it?"

Jin Xianda said: "Why did you bring it up for no reason? They didn't have any intersection with you before."

"But Zhen Shanmei is Xiang Zhe's elementary school girl in England."

Jin Xianda was a little surprised, "If Shanmei knew Xiangzhe, why didn't she hear about that girl?"

"Probably...she didn't know that Xiangzhe is the son of the chairman of MBS." Yin Xiangzhe once told me with a smile that his elementary school girl said that if he came back to Korea and couldn't find a job, he could go to work with her father.

Jin Xianda opened his mouth slightly and closed it after a long time. He gave me a strange look, "That's it?"

"That's not it, what do you think?" I pretended to be confused and asked back.In fact, I know what Jin Xianda means. He has always thought that Yin Xiangzhe went to England alone, and he was too reassuring to me, and I seemed to be too indulgent to Yin Xiangzhe.In my heart, I don't agree with testing a person in order to test whether the relationship can stand the test. I just think that two people who care about each other need the most basic trust.I trust Yoon Hyang Cheol, and he will give me the same trust.

Jin Xianda thought for a while, laughed to himself, and said, "That's not bad. That girl Shanmi and Reporter Jin are childhood sweethearts, and I know their parents."

Reporter Kim is Kim Woo-jin, an excellent photographer who has been working in MBS for two years.Thinking of that sunny-looking man, I looked at Jin Xianda, "Reporter Jin is Zhen Shanmi's brother next door?" Could it be the person Yin Xiangzhe said Zhen Shanmi liked?

"Yes." Jin Xianda nodded.

I blinked, not intending to dwell on this issue any longer.Looking down at the documents in his hand, these are some opinions about the news communication profession submitted by those students. Some people think that whether it is a reporter or an anchor, it is just an intermediary for information transmission and should be as objective as possible; People think that reporters and anchors are human beings who have their own opinions and should have their own standpoints when facing news events.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at this.Jin Xianda leaned over and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

I handed him the document in my hand, he saw it, raised his eyebrows, and said: "This Cui Chenshui, I asked him to simulate the live broadcast of the football game. He is good, he doesn't look like a host at all, he behaves like a crazy fan. It's different. If these kids are allowed to take the lead, the future of MBS will be in jeopardy." Jin Xianda said angrily and amusedly.

I burst out laughing, "The TV station needs fresh blood, and these children can't be the leaders, but they should all have their own style in the future. Who didn't come here like this." The formation of a personal style does not happen overnight.

Jin Xianda nodded, "That's true, but among these few people, I am more optimistic about this girl."

I looked over and saw that Jin Xianda was full of admiration for the homework that Xu Yingmei had handed in.As for Xu Yingmei, I personally think she has great potential. "Well, she's really nice."

Xu Yingmei's abilities in all aspects are top-notch, but occasionally, I feel that this girl's mind is too deep.It is said that the eyes are the window to a person's soul. Xu Yingmei's eyes are slightly raised, very beautiful, but the eyeballs often move restlessly, which makes it easy for people to feel that this girl is restless.But as an anchor, it is not a good thing for me to be too simple and kind in an environment like a TV station, such as Zhen Shanmei.Sometimes people don't need to calculate others, but at least, when others calculate and use you, you should be able to see clearly.

I thought, looking at Jin Xianda, "I thought you would be more inclined towards Zhen Shanmei." After all, Jin Xianda and Zhen Shanmei's father knew each other.

"Everyone has their own strengths, and goodness and beauty are also very good. But the public is public, and the private is private. As a journalist, I think Yingmei may be even better." Jin Xianda looked very serious.

I nodded in agreement and said sternly, "Well, Minister Kim is stern and unselfish, and has a clear distinction between public and private. I can already foresee that our department will have a bright future in the future!"

"You girl..." Jin Xianda rolled the paper in his hand into a tube shape, and wanted to hit me on the head, but I tilted my head.

"Hey, a gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands!"

Jin Xianda said: "Although you are likely to become the future hostess of MBS, before your identity is officially confirmed, you are still my subordinate and junior girl. Yongxi, do you miss the old days? The days when you work overtime at night?" The words were full of threats.

Look, these days, it's really hard to mess around without any identity and status. With a meager salary, they live under the boss's "prestige | prestige".I was about to speak when suddenly a loud voice came from the direction of the meeting room. Jin Xianda and I were taken aback for a moment, and both of us walked towards the meeting room at a fast pace.

In the conference room, it seemed that Yin Xiangzhe's father had a heart attack and had been taken to the hospital.When Jin Xianda and I rushed over, the people in the meeting room had dispersed, and my father was at the door.I walked over, "Dad, is it okay for uncle?"

My father looked at me, and said in a gentle voice, "I've been sent to the hospital, it shouldn't be a big problem." After a pause, he looked at me and said, "You should hurry up and inform Xiangzhe."

I can probably understand what my father said.Recently, Yoon Hyang-cheol's father has had a big disagreement with Kim Soo-ri on the management of the TV station. At this time, if Yoon Hyang-cheol's father falls and Yoon Hyang-cheol himself does not come back, the management of MBS is likely to fall on the In the hands of Assistant Manager Jin.

I nodded, "Well, I know."

My father nodded slightly at me, then frowned and looked me up and down, "Why did you lose weight again? Didn't you eat?"

"...No, how can I lose weight." I muttered.

"How long has it been since I've seen you properly? When I go home for dinner tonight, your mother keeps whispering in my ears that you shouldn't have been placed on the TV station, making it so difficult for her to see you."

Sometimes because of the problem of work and rest, it is obvious that they are all under the same roof, but it does not seem to be living in the same space.Because the nature of my work is different, I often turn upside down day and night. Speaking of which, I haven't had a good meal with my parents for a while.

Although my father's voice sounded slightly reprimanded, it made my heart feel warm. I feel sorry for the parents all over the world. They are just caring for their daughter.I smiled sweetly at my father, "Well, I see."

My father glanced at me again, then turned around, and said, "I'll go see Chairman Yin, and you can spare some time to visit him in the hospital tomorrow."

Actually, even if my father doesn't tell me, I will go to see the chairman. Our two families are family friends, and Chairman Yin can be regarded as watching me grow up, and he is also Yin Xiangzhe's father.Yin Xiangzhe is unwilling to forgive his father, but it doesn't mean he doesn't care about his father.

"Well, I will." I replied.But my father has already gone away, leaving me only a back view. I smiled slightly, and I knew he heard it.

Because Yin Xiangzhe's father was seriously ill, Yin Xiangzhe returned to Korea early.If Yin Xiangzhe was still hesitating whether to enter MBS, his father was seriously ill, which directly prompted Yin Xiangzhe to enter MBS, becoming the youngest director in the history of MBS. MBS was originally the property of his mother's family, and it was impossible for him to just watch the management of MBS fall into the hands of Associate Kim.

After becoming the director of MBS, Yoon Hyang-cheol is very busy every day, and I am also very busy due to work reasons.It was rare for me to have to work overtime this day, so after thinking about it, I went to Yin Xiangzhe's apartment.

I took out the key and opened the door. As soon as I opened the door, I heard a pleasant piano sound.I was taken aback, and then I couldn't help raising the corner of my mouth.Yin Xiangzhe plays the piano very well. For him, playing the piano is like a kind of confession. Whether it is happiness or sadness, he can pour out through the sound of the piano.At this time, Yin Xiangzhe was under a lot of pressure.

Close the door gently, put on the special slippers I put in his house, I walked over lightly, he was sitting in front of the piano, fingers flying on the keys.I stood behind him and looked at him quietly. At this time, maybe all words are superfluous, and he doesn't need anyone to disturb him.

I stood behind him, I don't know how long I stood, watched him play one after another, and saw his tense shoulders slowly relax, I walked over and lay on his back "Mr. Yin Xiangzhe, your piano sound is very nice, are you interested in having a special performance that day?" I leaned into his ear and asked softly.

He turned his head and kissed me lightly on my lips very naturally, "Here? I thought you had to work overtime tonight."

I sat beside him, tapped my hands restlessly on the keys, and asked with a smile, "Work is important, but boyfriend is also important. Let me come and see you, okay?" For this man, I am Knowing him, even if I can't help him at this time, as long as I can be with him, he will be happy in his heart.

Hearing this, he raised his hand and gently pinched my side cheek, "Is it really that important?"

I couldn't help giving him a slight glare, "Of course it's true!" Pearls aren't even that real!

His black pupils locked on my face, he sighed softly, and then stretched out his arms to hold me in his arms, "Yongxi, let's get engaged."