Jiang Qinghuai listened carefully to his father's voice, quickly understood what he meant, and made a voice call.
"Hey, Dad."
The call was quickly connected, and Jiang Qinghuai asked with a smile, "Is it the 'magazine lock screen'?"
Jiang Qifeng is not keen on new mobile phones, but Wei Qingfan is very keen to replace his relatives and elders with new mobile phones. Jiang Qifeng prefers the Jiangjin wine series, so his mobile phone is replaced every year.
In the middle of this month, the two of them went on a short business trip and passed through the provincial capital. Jiang Qinghuai went to live in a new home. He specially gave his father, stepmother, and Pang Yingying, who had become a cheap sister, new mobile phones. The three mobile phones will be added to the Jiu 3 collection.
The money was paid by herself - after a discount, of course.
The version 4.5 of the Luoshen system in the first half of the year has a "magazine lock screen" function. Users can choose whether to turn on this function. After turning it on, the lock screen wallpaper will be automatically changed.
The picture library is manually screened by the company, and is basically from some magazines or photographers' works. This function has received a lot of praise after it was launched. For the purpose of promotion, it is turned on by default.
Jiang Qinghuai didn't like it very much, so this function was turned off as soon as he got it, but naturally he still knew about it.
Jiang Qifeng said: "I don't know what it's called. Anyway, every time I turn on my phone, the photos are basically different."
"That's it."
As Jiang Qinghuai answered, he opened the search on the browser and entered "How to find the pictures I have seen on the lock screen of ancient poetry mobile magazine". At the same time, he asked casually: "What picture? I still have to find it?"
Jiang Qifeng said: "It's just a picture. It looks pretty good. But when I look at it again, it's gone. I don't know how to save it...can I find it?"
"it should be OK."
Jiang Qinghuai remembered hearing Wei Qingfan mention, "This kind of pictures are usually cached in the phone, just find that folder... When did you see it?"
"That's what I just saw."
"That's no problem, it shouldn't have been emptied yet."
Continuing to cache will take up a lot of storage space, so this magazine lock screen has an automatic clearing mechanism, and only the pictures collected by the user will always exist.
While Jiang Qinghuai was talking, he searched in the search results, but unfortunately no clear results were found.
"Dad, please wait."
She went to the Luoshen community to search again. The search results here were more detailed. Some discussions were about the evaluation of this function, how to collect pictures, how to download and save pictures...
Unfortunately, in the download part, most of the pictures are collected, and there is no cached content.
"Dad, please turn on that screen sharing for me."
Jiang Qinghuai originally consciously chose to call Jinshu, but now he switched directly from voice to video. Seeing that his father seemed to be at home, he asked: "Dad, where are you?"
"At home...why are you driving?"
"You click on the screen, do you see? Screen sharing."
"I saw it."
An invitation to "Share their screen with you" appeared on her screen. She clicked to agree. Then she saw her father's phone screen. She clicked on the "Graffiti" function and circled a "File Management" icon.
, "You order this."
While she was talking, she heard familiar noises outside, and then she saw Wei Qingfan passing by the office door and sticking his head in to take a look. She happened to hear Jiang Qifeng's voice: "It's ready."
Wei Qingfan raised his eyebrows, gave him a questioning look, and then waved his hand to indicate that he would go back to the office first.
Jiang Qinghuai nodded, and then guided his father to find the folder where the pictures were collected, but it was blank.
She checked it again to confirm that she had found it correctly, and sighed: "No, then you really didn't collect it... It's okay, I'll think about it again."
For an ordinary consumer, it would definitely be difficult at this time, but she is not an ordinary consumer. Not only does she work in an ancient poetry company, but she is also the boss's secretary.
She can go directly to the person in charge of the "Magazine Lock Screen" team.
"Dad, um, I have something to do now. I'll work first. I'll ask my colleague to call you later, okay?"
Jiang Qinghuai was afraid of delaying Wei Qingfan's business, so he said, "I will find colleagues who do the lock screen of this magazine. They will definitely understand."
"Okay, then you get busy first."
Jiang Qifeng was naturally not embarrassed, nodded in agreement, and then warned: "Don't forget it."
"Don't worry, I'll find someone later."
"Okay, then you get busy first."
"Um."
Jiang Qinghuai hung up the phone and took the documents to Wei Qingfan's office. Seeing him sitting in front of the computer in a very relaxed posture, he smiled and joked: "Ah, Mr. Wei is so serious about his work early in the morning?"
Wei Qingfan ignored her teasing and asked, "Why is uncle looking for you?"
"Find a picture."
Jiang Qinghuai thought this was a bit strange, but he didn't care. He explained with a smile, "It was recommended by a magazine lock screen. It said it looked good, but I didn't know what the picture was... I searched in the Luoshen community and could only find favorite pictures.
The cached folder was not found."
Wei Qingfan took the document and said with a smile: "Look for the team leader. As a general secretary, you are afraid that you can't find anyone to help?"
"You're saying that I'm a fake but a tiger, right?"
Jiang Qinghuai rolled his eyes at him and took out the meeting documents he had compiled separately, "We have a meeting later, and then we are going to BOE at 10 o'clock this morning."
"Um."
BOE's flexible screen research and development has made progress, but it is still far away from mass production. Wei Qingfan is preparing to launch a curved screen mobile phone next fall, so he is anxious.
He looked through the files, suddenly laughed, raised his head and asked Jiang Qinghuai: "What wallpaper can make uncle so interested? Could it be a beautiful woman? Or a certain photo triggered a memory for him?"
"Do you think you are my father?"
Jiang Qinghuai said angrily, made him a cup of tea, and as usual, he charged a cup of service fee and went out with the tea cup.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! She returned to her office and found the contact list of the "Magazine Lock Screen" project team through the internal communication software "Zhiluo" and found an acquaintance.
Zhao Yu.
This was my classmate in college, and I was once the deputy leader of the class. I didn’t have a good relationship with Wei Qingfan. I didn’t try out at the Gu Shi Ci Company after graduation. At the beginning of this year, I didn’t work well in my original company.
Through Xu Zhixiang's internal introduction, I joined the Ancient Poetry Company through an interview.
She has always had a good relationship with her old classmates in the company. Although she does not have a close relationship with Zhao Yu, she is still a classmate after all, so she is still closer than ordinary colleagues.
The same is true for Wei Qingfan, but the company is getting bigger and bigger. Even though they are in the same company, they are actually less accessible.
After thinking for a while, she sent a message directly to Zhao Yu: "Is it empty? I need your help if I need anything."
Zhao Yu was probably busy. After a while, he replied to the message: "It's rare. What do you, the general secretary, need my help with?"
Jiang Qinghuai: "Of course it's a technical issue."
She briefly recounted the situation on her father's side, and Zhao Yu replied: "This is simple, it's in the hidden folder..."
He briefly described the operation process, and then said: "Uncle should be using our company's mobile phone, right? Just share the screen. How about I help uncle find it?"
Jiang Qinghuai looked at the time and was about to leave for a meeting. He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll trouble you."
She sent her father's phone number to Zhao Yu, called her father again, then picked up the file and got up to urge Wei Qingfan to a meeting.
In the office downstairs, Zhao Yu looked at Jiang Qinghuai's reply and dialed Jiang Qifeng's number without taking it seriously.
"Hello, uncle, I am Jiang Qinghuai's classmate."
There are many classmates and alumni in the school who have joined the ancient poetry company. However, Zhao Yu's relationship with Wei Qingfan was not very good in the past, and he was embarrassed to publicize his relationship with Mr. Wei.
However, he interacts with some classmates on weekdays, and some people in the department know that he and Wei Qingfan are classmates. After all, Mr. Wei's classmates at university are obviously Mr. Wei's classmates.
However, most people still don't know. Zhao Yu made this call and took the opportunity to tell the matter in a more natural way. At the same time, he secretly paid attention to the reactions of his colleagues around him. As expected, he saw several people turning their heads to look over, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Darkly refreshing.
Of course, this was just to avoid the recent unharmonious relationship with two colleagues and to avoid some minor obstacles at work. He did not have the courage to seek personal gain or sabotage his work.
On the one hand, "Mr. Wei's classmates" are not uncommon in the company and do not receive preferential treatment; on the other hand, he is very clear about his true relationship with Wei Qingfan.
It's okay to pull off a tiger's skin, but if something happens, he has to be careful not to offend Wei Qingfan.
"You are looking for a wallpaper for the lock screen of the magazine, right? Jiang Qinghuai is going to a meeting. I am afraid that you will be anxious, so let me help you get it..."
Zhao Yu explained the situation to Jiang Qifeng, and then through screen sharing, he guided Jiang Qifeng step by step to find the hidden folder of magazine lock screen cache pictures.
There are a bunch of photos in the folder, all of which are thumbnails. Zhao Yu said: "Uncle, click on it to see which one is the one you want..."
Jiang Qifeng swiped the screen of his mobile phone, browsing through these thumbnails, swiped a few times, and suddenly swiped the screen up and said, "Then how should I save it after I find it?"
"Just click on one first."
Zhao Yu noticed Jiang Qifeng's action and wondered if Uncle Jiang was embarrassed to let him see it. He laughed secretly in his heart and asked him to click on a random picture and teach him how to save it.
"That's enough, right?"
"That's right, you can see it in the gallery."
Jiang Qifeng said: "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you. Thank you, thank you. It's also delaying your work."
"No, uncle, you are too polite."
Seeing that the other party did not want him to see the content of the picture, Zhao Yu was very sensible and did not ask any more questions. He said: "Uncle, please look for it first. If you encounter any problems, please call me at any time. I am responsible for this function."
As a person, even if I don’t understand something, I can still ask my colleagues for help.”
"Okay, thank you."
Jiang Qifeng hung up the phone, then swiped through the cache folder again and found the photo that was familiar to him just from looking at the thumbnail.
He clicked on the picture and saw the complete photo content:
Like a small town in a foreign country, the streets are lined with various buildings in a very local style. There are not many people on the streets, but you can tell that they are foreigners.
From a backlit perspective, the sun is shining down from a distant height, the sky is blue, and a few white clouds are floating in the distance. A man and a woman are holding hands in an affectionate manner and walking side by side into the distance.
Very beautiful picture.
The setting, the lighting, and the two protagonists all look beautiful.
Jiang Qifeng watched quietly for a long time, his eyes fixed and motionless for a long time.
The two people in the photo were both from behind, but he still recognized them at a glance.
One is his daughter, how could he not recognize her?
Although he had no close relationship with the other person, he had met and known him since he was a boy. He had suspected this guy very early on and was wary of him, fearing that he would seduce his daughter away.
Later, his daughter became his classmate, and he even saved her life...
After graduation, his daughter became his secretary and she became his employee.