Olfactory failure

This small champagne-colored card was clipped by Zheng Chengyan to the note holder, and placed in the most conspicuous position on the desk. Every day when he sat down in the office, he could see it at first sight.

Today, Zheng Chengyan is using these two short lines to relieve his exhaustion from reading the financial statements all morning. It is also thinking. The problems left to him by Wen Yanshu are more likely to take away his concentration than those at work. .

He was so obsessed with the sentence "misidentification" that he almost picked off a coat of paint from the pen he was fiddling with.

Identification error, where is the error?Why do things go wrong?

Zheng Chengyan often analyzes multiple sets of advertising copy submitted by the creative department. At this time, he also uses the same logic to analyze the words on the small card. Wen Yanshu compares him with spices, it must be because in Wen Yanshu's life, he and Spices are also indispensable.

With an open mind, Zheng Chengyan stopped tossing with the pen, and continued digging unimpededly. Wen Yanshu's nose can distinguish thousands or even tens of thousands of spices, but he stumbled when facing his breath. The only mistake forced Wen Yanshu to study him continuously, and in the process of gradually understanding and understanding him, he got deeper and deeper, and he did not hesitate to take advantage of his own body and mind.

Zheng Chengyan leaned on the boss chair, enjoying himself only by relying on what he believed to be extremely accurate guesses. Originally, he planned to ask Wen Yanshu what aura he belonged to tonight, but now there is no need for this, after all, Wen Yanshu The book only dares to write love words that are timid to say into love letters, so how can it openly and honestly analyze them one by one.

In case Wen Yanshu hits a wall again on the way to study him in the future, he can only do more for Wen Yanshu and say more to Wen Yanshu.

Wen Yanshu didn't know that the confession he wrote unintentionally became a problem for Zheng Chengyan's over-interpretation. He was driving Jiang Er to the venue of the joint incense-making event to scout out spots. When he stopped at a red light, he casually threw A few knowledge of perfumery to test whether the other party's professionalism has improved.

The event was held on the [-]th floor of the International Hotel on Baitang Street. There were many perfumers from various fragrance companies all over the country wandering around the site surrounded by the isolation zone. From the entrance, we could see that the staff were arranging the venue, which was similar to Mo The circular fragrance counters of the Linel Experience Hall are filled with the hall, and the number of raw material bottles placed in order on them is one circle more than that of the Experience Hall.

The judges from Germany, Italy and France were visiting the venue with an interpreter. One of them, Wen Yanshu, knew him. When the other party wandered to the exit, Wen Yanshu greeted the blue-eyed foreign man outside the isolation zone. .

After chatting with each other in French for a few minutes and shaking hands to say goodbye, Jiang Er asked, "Group Leader Wen, do you know that person?"

"It's a teacher," Wen Yanshu said, "The first work I assigned when I graduated was graded by him."

The person who said it was careless, but the person who listened was full of surprise: "What was the score of Team Leader Wen?"

"Professional first." Wen Yanshu doesn't think that grades alone can measure everything, "But in fact, every piece of work submitted in that exam is very special. I almost won the first place probably because of the mixture of fragrance or The material is more in line with the aesthetic factors of the grading teacher, and it does not mean that other people's works are overshadowed by this."

Jiang Er scratched the tip of his nose and said hesitantly: "But if the entry happens to match the judge's olfactory preference, isn't it a kind of luck?"

"You can't have such a fluke mentality," Wen Yanshu said sharply, "Competition in the fragrance industry is always fair and objective. What's more, this time the theme is concentrated, and the participation of the four countries in the evaluation avoids subjective scoring and excludes those with great disparity in professionalism. Possibilities, no one has an absolute advantage.”

On the way away from the International Hotel, Jiang Er didn't speak any more. Wen Yanshu knew that his tone was serious just now, and when he was about to return to Nafeli, he broke the silence in the car: "What's wrong."

Jiang Er smiled apologetically, but didn't hide it: "I haven't seen you look so fierce."

Wen Yanshu gripped the steering wheel: "The game is over after New Year's Day, don't think about what you have and what you don't have, and have some confidence in your creation."

Just as the holiday started, Wen Yanshu put aside his distracting thoughts, went back to the incense room to pack up his things, and returned home from get off work.

On the contrary, Zheng Chengyan was not so relaxed. For him, the holiday was just moving work from the office to home. After dinner, he went into the study and never came out again.

Mocha used to work overtime with Zheng Chengyan in the past, and when the Cold War ended some time ago, he stuck to it regardless of past suspicions. Wen Yanshu was not interested in watching movies in the living room alone, so he also got up to see if Mocha was disturbing Zheng Chengyan. the study.

Zheng Chengyan had just finished planning the company's future development strategy based on what he heard from the market, and clicked to save the file. He looked up from the screen and saw a person leaning against the door a few meters away.

"Why don't you come in?" Zheng Chengyan asked.

Wen Yanshu raised his chin at Mocha who was dozing off at the base of the wall: "It's sleeping so soundly, I can't bear to disturb it."

Zheng Chengyan knew Wen Yanshu's temperament, what he said was one thing, but what he thought was another, he ruthlessly pointed it out: "Is it because I can't bear to disturb it, or is it because I'm afraid of disturbing me?"

Wen Yanshu smelled the aroma of coffee cooling in the air from afar, and he asked, "Do you want something to drink, I'll get it for you."

Zheng Chengyan threw away the mouse, and reached out to Wen Yanshu: "My hands are sore, please give me a pillow."

The pillow had to be picked up from the bedroom on the second floor. Wen Yanshu's legs were sore after being pestered at the door for so long, and he was too lazy to go upstairs, so he walked up to Zheng Chengyan and put his waist on the other's arm: "Make do with it."

"If you really send me a pillow, that's enough." Zheng Chengyan folded his arms, and easily took Wen Yanshu to his lap, "Step on it."

The cotton mop on Wen Yanshu's feet fell to the ground one after another, and the two "clicks" woke up the sleeping cat in the distance. Mocha opened his eyes to look, flicked his tail, turned his head and faced the wall and lay back again .

"Mocha is becoming more and more self-conscious." Zheng Chengyan supported Wen Yanshu's buttocks through a thin layer of material in his nightgown. If it wasn't for the long hem, he would probably have to poke his hands in to stop.

Wen Yanshu has no awareness of being caressed, and sits upright on Zheng Chengyan's lap, as if there is only a cushion under his buttocks, and his tone is not warm: "It doesn't mean that you can face it in front of it. mess."

"Didn't you still acquiesce?" Zheng Chengyan pressed the palm of Wen Yanshu's back waist and put the man into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I'm tired, give me a hug."

Hugging seems to be the best way to comfort the two of them. Wen Yanshu is not good at expressing emotions with words, and this way of not needing to organize words makes him feel comfortable.

His neck was warmed by Zheng Chengyan's breath, and the tip of his nose was the light fragrance left by shampoo in the other's hair. The atmosphere was so good that he couldn't help but brushed Zheng Chengyan's hair twice: "How long will it take?"

Zheng Chengyan looked up at him: "It hasn't started yet."

Wen Yanshu said coldly, "I'm talking about work."

"There aren't many left for tonight," Zheng Chengyan patted him on the back, "You chat with me."

It was very difficult to be asked to start the conversation suddenly. Wen Yanshu didn't think about what to talk about, so he recounted the conversation with Jiang Er during the day to Zheng Chengyan.

Zheng Chengyan said: "Actually, his speculative mentality is very common in bidding. For example, when we advertise, we want to increase the chance of winning the manuscript after receiving the demand from Party A. In addition to the necessary market coordination and brainstorming, we have to work with In addition to communicating the needs of Party A, we will also explore and analyze the aesthetic preferences of the bid evaluators."

Wen Yanshu frowned imperceptibly: "Then I said too much today?"

How could Zheng Chengyan think that his wife was at fault? He kissed Wen Yanshu's lips and said, "Of course not. In the final analysis, there is still a difference between perfumery and the competition for commercial resources in the market. If everyone judges according to the judges' preferences The fragrance standard, how can we develop the diversity of fragrance types.”

Wen Yanshu felt relieved: "Thank you for understanding me."

Zheng Chengyan curled his lips and smiled: "Can you not understand, it hurts my scalp."

Wen Yanshu was slightly stunned, and then he also curled up his mouth and laughed.

Wen Yanshu briefly mentioned the joint production of incense with Zheng Chengyan in Glass, and did not discuss this topic later. Since Wen Yanshu has participated in countless activities during his working years, Zheng Chengyan thought that this time it would be a big deal for him. It’s not necessary, Wen Yanshu mentioned it again tonight, and Zheng Chengyan realized that this event might not be worthless in the other party’s heart: “Are you ready to take the formula for the competition?”

Just as he was expecting Wen Yanshu to reveal the secret of his inspiration, Wen Yanshu shook his head: "Actually, I... didn't sign up."

At the beginning, Wen Yanshu only told the supervisor about this matter, and Zheng Chengyan was the second.

A total of two perfumers from Nafieli submitted the application form, one is an old employee with eight years of domestic work experience, and the other is Jiang Er, an apprentice who has just joined the job but has deep potential.

In order to ensure the olfactory sensitivity of several judges, the event was held in four days, and the one in China was arranged on the second day.

According to the order of drawing lots, Nafieli was assigned to the afternoon session, but he had to report in the morning.

As the team leader, Wen Yanshu gave two words of encouragement formulaically when he sent the two team members out of the Nafeli gate in the morning. Jiang Er was still immersed in the surprise that Wen Yanshu didn't participate. people on the steps.

Wen Yanshu rarely said a word of encouragement: "Go, your ability is fine."

The two walked a long way, Wen Yanshu turned back, the girl at the front desk saw that his expression was not right, and asked concerned if he was unwell.

Wen Yanshu waved his hand, took the elevator back to the twelfth floor, sat down in front of the fragrance table but wandered for a long time, finally opened the recipe book on the table, slowly tore off the paper full of data, and was about to stuff it into the When the paper machine stopped, it was finally crumpled into balls and thrown into the wastebasket under the table.

After finishing the work in the morning, Wen Yanshu used the free afternoon to rush to the joint incense production site.

The isolation zone around the site has been removed, and there are staff guarding the door, and irrelevant personnel are prohibited from entering. (spit)

Wen Yanshu didn't intend to use his connections to get in, so he stood by the door with his pockets in his pocket, watching the names of the company and the perfumer displayed on the big screen in turn, and the four judges took turns to comment.

After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Wen Yanshu didn't move half a step. When the Chinese and English characters of Nefelibata appeared on the big screen, his hand in his pocket quietly clenched into a fist.

The eight-year old employees had good overall grades, and Wen Yanshu felt a little more at ease. When Jiang Er's name appeared in his turn, he raised his heart that had just let go of half of it.

The scoring process was still smelling and commenting. While holding his breath, there was a commotion in the judges' seat. The blue-eyed French judge slammed the glass bottle on the table and cursed extremely sullenly.

Wen Yanshu heard it clearly, he was saying: "What kind of crap is this!"

Even if some words were incomprehensible, most of them could be detected from the expression, and the audience was suddenly in an uproar.

Wen Yanshu stood where he was, shaking his head in disappointment.