Olfactory failure

Wen Yanshu was almost the last one to enter the meeting room, Jiang Er fell behind and closed the door smoothly.

Two data analysts are ready to face the computer, the supervisor refreshes the official website of the product behind the desk, and the staff in the other groups are also holding pens and waiting for specific analysis of product packaging, price, marketing dynamics, advantages and disadvantages. perform their duties.

There was an empty seat in the front row, Wen Yanshu glanced at it and guessed that the supervisor had asked someone to reserve it for him.

He didn't intend to make a comment today, so he tapped the clip on Jiang Er's chest sideways, and said, "This is your first time participating in a competitive product analysis meeting, sit in front and listen carefully, show me the record after the meeting, remember to attach Opinion."

After dispatching the task, Wen Yanshu went to the back row to sit down, with his legs up and his chin in a more casual posture than anyone else. He operated the mobile phone with his right hand to switch back and forth between several softwares, and finally stayed on WeChat, clicked on the top chat history and flipped through it. .

The executive cleared his throat and interrupted the whispers in the meeting room, and the lights went out in an instant, leaving only the light from the projection.

Wen Yanshu raised his head, and the short film of Zhiwei's new perfume was shown on a large-scale screen. The three elements of language, vision and hearing were combined, and the theme and central content of the advertisement were presented one by one.

The persistent new fragrance creates gourmet notes, but the perfume bottle is designed like a small Christmas wreath. The heroine took it off the window sill and happily put on this new fragrance to go to the banquet tonight.

The short film has the consistent style of IDR from the picture to the advertising words, which is beautiful and eye-catching.After the playback was over, the lights on the ceiling were turned on again, but no one spoke in the conference room, and the air was filled with the sound of mouse clicking and writing.

The nose sensitivity of a senior perfumer can clearly distinguish dozens or even hundreds of ingredients in new fragrances without knowing the fragrance table. Jin Er figured out the formula for the birth of this new fragrance just based on the short video.

Three or 10 minutes later, the supervisor broke the silence and asked the data analyst to show everyone the preliminary data changes of each platform, and make prospect assessment and prediction for competing products.

This meeting took up the whole morning, and Wen Yanshu had been absent-mindedly scratching his cufflinks since he finished estimating the recipe.

IDR who cooperated with Zhiwei must have experienced the smell of this new fragrance earlier than most people. He imagined that the perfume designed by others would be attached to Zheng Chengyan's body before him. The words and smiles of Yan Yan when the director communicated, and he was obsessed with Zheng Chengyan's "Shangxin" before meeting with the person in charge of Party A. He suddenly felt that the weather was sunny today but not completely cleared.

It takes months or even years for a perfume to be designed, produced and launched. There is no rush for this matter. Wen Yanshu has always understood this truth.

As soon as the meeting ended, Wen Yanshu was the first to leave his seat. Jiang Er looked around and hurriedly followed the meeting minutes: "Group leader Wen, what do you think of this advertisement?"

Wen Yanshu walked towards the elevator with the wind under his feet: "Didn't you listen to their comments just now?"

"I listened, and I took notes." Jiang Er wanted to hand over the backing clip, but withdrew his hand after seeing Yanshu's uninterested expression, "They all gave very high evaluations, I just want to hear from you. "

Before the elevator reached their floor, Wen Yanshu waited with his pockets in his pockets, and said: "Perfumers are good at evaluating the fragrance of fragrance products, and they dare not jump to conclusions before touching the products. But from the perspective of laymen This short commercial, then I think it’s not bad.”

The quality of the advertisements received by IDR is the lowest and the highest quality, and Zhiwei is obviously an attached content in the brand case that spent huge sums of money. It is difficult to pick out a flaw in the finished film. It was enough to say "not bad", Jiang Er stared blankly, and after entering the elevator, he saw his face on the reflective door and hurriedly put away his expression.

Back in the fragrance room, Wen Yanshu washed his hands and sat down in front of the workbench. Jiang Er was still an apprentice and didn't have his own independent fragrance room yet, so he followed him in.

A temporary desk and cabinet by the wall was for Jiang Er. He put down the backing clip, touched his belly, looked at his watch, and finally looked at the person by the window who always straightened his waist: "Group leader Wen, aren't you going to eat?"

Wen Yanshu inserted the dropper into the experimental bottle, opened the recipe book and planned to update the recipe data: "If you are hungry, go and eat, don't wait for me."

A note fell from the notebook, he pressed it down and clipped it back, clearly remembering that the paper was not clipped on this page in the first place.

He leaned over his desk to write down a series of numbers, and Wen Yanshu heard other movements in the fragrance room. This feeling of being affected made people quite irritable, but he seldom let his emotions out, so he asked: "Do you need me?" Can you apply for an independent fragrance room from the company?"

Jiang Er repeatedly said "no". In Nafieli, only senior perfumers have this qualification. He is just an apprentice who has just joined the job for less than a month. When will it be his turn: "Group leader Wen, I'd better go first Let's learn from you."

Wen Yanshu was very ruthless: "You can study, but if you take a walk, please move to the scenic area downstairs."

Jiang Er moved his heels together, only to realize that Wen Yanshu was teasing him just now.

His face turned red and white alternately, he picked at his work ID, and said, "Group Leader Wen, I'll bring you a meal by the way in the cafeteria."

The irritability in Wen Yanshu's heart faded a little, and he finally looked back at Jiang Er: "Go, thank you."

Because the fragrance room must be kept ventilated, Wen Yanshu's desire to create while sitting by the window in the cold winter was not as high as in other seasons. He put down his pen and rubbed his frozen fingertips.

The phone vibrates, he picks it up and unlocks it, a red dot is attached to his profile picture, and Zheng Chengyan sends a message: Do you want to work overtime tonight?

Wen Yanshu habitually typed three words: Not sure.

I felt like I was perfunctory when I sent it out, so I added a sentence: The early response of the new advertisement is good, congratulations.

Zheng Chengyan: At this point, is it in the cafeteria?

Wen Yanshu's three-character reply habit has not been changed for a while: perfume room.

The phone suddenly vibrated in the palm of his hand, Wen Yanshu was at a loss for what occasion, but when he saw the video call from Zheng Chengyan, his face became turbulent, hesitation and surprise were mixed, and the last bit of irritability in his heart disappeared. Finally, I pressed connect.

They face each other day and night at home, and they only talk about business when they call each other. The longest one is more than 40 seconds including the dial-up time. This is the first time they have made a video call.

Zheng Chengyan was sitting in front of the desk, the mobile phone was clamped on the lazy bracket borrowed by Wen Youlin, and the upper body was framed in the small screen. You Lin said, this angle does not look too big.

But after looking at it carefully, he felt that Wen Yanshu's slanted upward angle didn't seem to have any shortcomings, except that he didn't look straight at him.

Zheng Chengyan's office is not like Wen Yanshu's where the windows are open all year round. He loosened his tie and opened his neckline a little too hot. He closed a quotation that had just been approved and asked, "Why are you so busy? Get back to me in seconds?"

Wen Yanshu didn't care to admire her husband scratching his head and posing over there, and buried himself in writing and drawing in the recipe book, saying: "Not too busy."

Zheng Chengyan wanted to laugh when he saw the notebook: "Give me some time if you're not busy. It's the first time I've made a video for you. Please save face."

A few words wiped away the embarrassment, Wen Yanshu finally moved his gaze to the screen: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, You Lin will bring it to me later." Zheng Chengyan said, "And you, why don't you go to the cafeteria?"

Wen Yanshu imitated his tongue and said: "Someone will bring it to me later."

Zheng Chengyan didn't think too much, and turned the topic around: "You said congratulations just now, I will bring it to the creative team in the afternoon, and they have contributed the most."

The casual words turned out to be extravagant rewards. Wen Yanshu couldn't say a word of thanks to respond to Zheng Chengyan's tolerance of his boring personality, so he asked, "Don't you want it?"

The unintentional words fell into Zheng Chengyan's ears and became Wen Yanshu's rare coquettish behavior. He thought to himself that it was because he gave too much in bed the previous two times so that the other party didn't have a chance to ask him this question.To bluntly say that wanting would appear greedy, Zheng Chengyan has a certain degree of advance and retreat: "I hope you will tell me in another place next time."

Before Wen Yanshu understood Zheng Chengyan's implication, the doorknob made the sound of turning, and Jiang Er brought him food.

"Group leader Wen, I brought yellow croaker fish and stuffed tofu, I don't know if you like it or not." Jiang Er put the lunch box on the small square table, "All the plump oranges have been snatched up, so I picked one that looks better. Yes, if you peel it off, if you think it's not tasty, let me...ah, are you on the phone?"

"It's okay, you can leave it alone, I'll eat later, thank you." Wen Yanshu turned around and found Zheng Chengyan staring at another place, "Has your meal arrived yet?"

Zheng Chengyan didn't pick up the interrupted topic. Zheng Chengyan looked away from the familiar face not far behind Wen Yanshu: "I'm not hungry yet. I'm not in a hurry. Is that your assistant?"

Jiang Er was listening over there, and Wen Yanshu said, "A new colleague."

Zheng Chengyan touched the pattern on the pen. The new colleagues, who have not met for a long time, can have dinner together, and it happens to be their wedding anniversary, which is not balanced no matter how you think about it.

The CEO of IDR has lived a life of strict self-discipline for more than 30 years. Despite the accumulation of affairs, he still let his love brain go for a while: "Today I leave work early, and come to pick you up."

After the video was hung up, Wen Yanshu stared at the restored chat interface for a while, and was summoned to the small square table by the aroma of the food.

Jiang Er was peeling an orange and asked, "Was that just now..."

"My husband." Wen Yanshu opened the lunch box and split the disposable chopsticks with both hands.

Jiang Er followed the wedding ring on his ring finger, wanted to ask but dared not.

Wen Yanshu ate the meal brought by the other party, but turned his face away: "Have you prepared the minutes and opinions of the meeting in the morning?"

"Let's go!" Jiang Er quickly peeled the oranges and put them on the table, then turned around and went to work, afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the precious lunch break.

Seeming to be motivated by a video call, Wen Yanshu never left the fragrance table except to relieve himself all afternoon, and was awakened by the afterglow of the setting sun covering the table at dusk.

He got up with a water glass in his hand, and stood by the window sneakily, just in time to catch a glimpse of the familiar black Bentley while looking down.

The driver's door was pushed open, Zheng Chengyan stepped out holding a bunch of colorful flowers, Wen Yanshu opened his eyes wide.

How did this man burn the buns to Nafiri!