Publicity Department Office on the second floor of Langai Hotel
"Minister, I don't think the copywriter is the best candidate for this matter."
"I think we can support ourselves."
"After all, all we have to hand in is a boss's resume and personal performance report."
"As long as we copy the boss's annual meeting speech, revise it, and put it together, I think we can do it."
Zhao An held up the phone solemnly and spoke very seriously,
But before he finished speaking, he heard Lin Suyang's furious voice coming from the phone:
"You think that's bullshit!"
"You wrote that material that has been in school for so many years!"
"Our department has the best copywriting skills. If we don't let him write, let someone else write it!"
Zhao An was a little unhappy.
"The copywriter studied philosophy, but not Chinese. Can he do it?"
Lin Suyang couldn't resist and said: "It's him, I said so."
"I will now send you the boss's resume and the hotel's performance last year. You call him now and ask him to complete it as soon as possible."
"I want it before 1 o'clock tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
After saying that, Lin Suyang hung up the phone without mercy.
After receiving Wen Zifan's work arrangement, Lin Suyang thought about it all the staff in the hotel but couldn't find a suitable one.
After much deliberation, I had to ask a member of my own department to perform the surgery.
"This Zhao An is good at anything."
"I'm just too cautious sometimes!"
Lin Suyang sighed helplessly.
I don’t know where the copywriting provoked Zhao An. As soon as the copywriting was mentioned, Zhao An was full of thorns.
Very energetic.
At this moment, Zhao An was also depressed.
There are so many members, but the copywriter is reading philosophy books every day, and he handles everything in an understatement, which is very irritating!
Every time, he felt that the other party was the one who decided the overall situation, while he was the one who was as tired as a dog.
Looking at the first draft of materials sent through the mailbox, Zhao An took a deep breath and reluctantly dialed the phone.
"Hey, there's something that Minister Lin asked you to do."
Copywriter: "What's going on?"
Zhao An: "Boss Chen of the hotel is now going to select the Young Outstanding Entrepreneur of the Year. He needs to write a personal application and application materials. It must be submitted before 12 noon tomorrow at the latest."
Copywriting: "No problem, send me the stuff."
Zhao An was puzzled: "The time is so tight, can you finish writing it?"
The copywriter said nonchalantly: "Writing materials... is very simple. Grasp the logic, determine the theme, and fill it in."
Listening to the copywriter's lazy tone, Zhao An really wanted to smash him to death.
No one in the entire hotel dared to take on this job, but the copywriter said it so lightly,
Simple...simple, your sister!
"If you don't need it at 12 o'clock tomorrow, I will give it to you before eight o'clock tonight."
After saying that, the copywriter hung up the phone slowly, leaving only a "beep" sound.
…
Although Zhao Anlai was angry with the character of the copywriter, he had to say that he felt really comfortable having such a capable talent.
6pm,
The email on the computer popped up automatically, then the phone rang, and the copywriter’s voice came from the phone:
"Minister, I have finished writing the materials. If there are insufficient positions, you can tell me and I will make changes."
Zhao Andao: "Okay, let me take a look."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao An glanced at it as quickly as possible. He wanted to change it, but after reading it twice, he couldn't even add a sentence.
The logic of the whole article is self-consistent, let alone modifications, it is difficult to delete even a modifier.
Some people are really capable.
Unless you have to start over from scratch, it is really difficult to modify what the copywriter has written.
At least with Zhao An's current level, he can't change it.
So I simply didn’t do anything about it and forwarded it directly to Lin Suyang.
Lin Suyang simply refused to do anything and printed it out directly and gave it to Chen Jianhai.
Chen Jianhai simply gave it to Su Jie without doing anything else.
"Brother Su, please help me check the material. I have never written it before, so I don't know what format it is. Can you help me polish it?"
Chen Jianhai held the phone and said to Su Jie with a smile.
Since the association selected him as the Outstanding Young Entrepreneur of the Year, Su Jie must be the most professional in all processes.
No one is as reliable as him.
"Okay, let me help you take a look." Su Jie seemed very busy, and there was a lot of noise around him.
Chen Jianhai didn't want to be disturbed, so he hung up the phone after saying a few polite words.
In the next few days, Lin Suyang and others devoted themselves to organizing the wandering time drama activities, and recorded the white-haired young man's rock painting painting process in the form of a documentary and posted it online.
for a time,
The discussion about the content of rock paintings was posted on the home page of the library forum.
The content of the entire mountain wall rock art is extensive and covers many elements, even if it is regarded as a fairy tale, it is no less than a fairy tale.
It's just that the logic of the story is really confusing and confusing.
From the association, Su Jie also called and said that the materials had been officially submitted to the city and there would be good news soon.
The Wandering Time drama was very successful.
Although the library's staff capacity is small, the drama club is not that big to begin with. It is more of a small club spontaneously established by a group of people who love performances and dramas.
The number of fans is only over 30,000.
So although there were only about 10 drama actors and there were only about 20 people in the audience,
But this is indeed an event that brings together people from all over the world purely out of love, without any interests in it.
The actors stood on the terrace of the library, with the blue sky as the curtain and the waves as the bells, attracting many other tourists passing by to come in and visit.
Even the master of rock painting, Hunting, temporarily put down his painting brush and became interested in participating.
Besides that, what surprised Chen Jianhai the most,
Among the people staying in backpackers, there was a young man who looked a little fat. When the drama got emotional, he directly dubbed an opera with a pure baritone voice as the background sound.
In an instant, this kind of interaction directly brought out the artistic quality of the play, and everyone around was excitedly taking photos and videos.
Chen Jianhai looked at the possessed emotions of the tourists around him and felt a little regretful.
If I had known, I would have called An Xia here. Someone who can play and sing would definitely have better results.
Although the drama is very good, not every tourist will be so obsessed with it. Most people still watch the fun.
But even if they are watching the excitement, they will be infected by this emotion and visit quietly, or even express emotions that they are not aware of.
"Brother, I suddenly feel that it's cool to be able to do some art."
Xiaolang looked at the "baritone" with envy and spoke from the bottom of his heart.
"If I had learned art since I was a child, maybe I could become an artist now."
In the past few days, the white-haired hunting master, the drama actor and the "baritone" in front of him gave Xiaolang too much stimulation.
Even though he is a rough guy, he still has a rare idea of literature and art.
"This thing depends on talent." Chen Jianhai shook his head rationally.
"But as the old saying goes, as long as the iron pestle is ground into a needle, and I am willing to work hard, I will definitely see results!" Xiaolang's eyes flickered.
After saying that, Xiaolang said unhappily: "Why are you laughing? Am I wrong?"
Chen Jianhai rolled his eyes:
"You've been playing games since the day you could crawl. Now you've been playing for almost 30 years. You're still a handicapped person. You can't even carry me!"