Song Lan picked up the stack of manuscripts and turned them over with her green and tender fingers.
After a few seconds, she frowned and speeded up her hand.
This stack of interview transcripts is all text, without any accompanying pictures.
But she clearly prepared every picture carefully before doing so, and checked it again and again before submitting it.
What exactly is going on?
"Have you finished reading?" Shen Yingxue's tone was condescending. She snorted coldly, "I don't know how you got into KEO. You don't even know that an interview script needs to be accompanied by pictures. You don't have any professional knowledge at all. How did you get into KEO?" It is simply wishful thinking to compete for the editor-in-chief."
Her accusations came overwhelmingly, as if everything was already under her control.
"I always have pictures before I submit my manuscript. Deputy Editor Shen doesn't have to sit here and ridicule me." Song Lan spoke calmly. She was not afraid of being framed. After all, those who purify themselves will purify themselves.
Song Lan's calm and natural look made Shen Yingxue's face change. She increased her voice, "That's what you said? I don't care how you entered the company. If you don't do things well at work, it's a mistake. If you can't get it If you provide evidence, your qualification to compete as editor-in-chief will also be cancelled.”
Shen Yingxue nodded, sitting on the chair and looking at her contemptuously.
Song Lan was not in a hurry, took out her phone from her pocket, tapped the screen twice, and a file was loaded.
"This is an electronic manuscript that I backed up before. I don't know why the pictures in this manuscript are still there, but they have disappeared inexplicably when I came to Deputy Editor Shen." Song Lan spoke calmly and put the phone on the desk. superior.
Shen Yingxue didn't expect that she actually kept a hand. She glanced at the phone and her eyes were a little evasive.
"Since it's not your problem, I apologize to you. I'm sorry, I didn't ask clearly. It should be that Lulu lost the picture when she sent it to me."
She put away her unnecessary expression and pushed the matter to her assistant Lulu.
Song Lan sees through it but doesn't say anything. As long as she doesn't get involved, she can't control other things.
"It doesn't matter that I was misunderstood. The main thing is Deputy Editor Shen. Don't misunderstand others casually next time. It will be a disaster if you end up with an unprofessional reputation."
She seemed to be giving advice with good intentions, but in fact she was mocking Shen Yingxue.
Shen Yingxue knew that she was in the wrong, and now she had no way to refute Song Lan, so she had to swallow the mute in one gulp and reply with a smile on the surface, "Thank you for reminding me."
Song Lan took her cell phone and left in a hurry. She could still vaguely hear the sound of smashing things coming from the office behind her.
I didn't expect Shen Yingxue to be so angry.
However, she is still a bit young. With such a small skill, she actually dares to do everything in front of her. It is simply funny.
Sitting back at her desk, Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief. If she hadn't developed the habit of backing up manuscripts after losing them before, she wouldn't have known how to produce evidence this time.
It almost hit her.
"Sister Lan, how are you? Is the old witch giving you a hard time?" He Xiaoya asked with concern.
"That's not true."
Song Lan briefly told what happened, and He Xiaoya couldn't wait to give her a thumbs up, "Sister Lan, you are too brave. The old witch usually likes to squeeze us low-level employees to improve her status. Who can do this? You have to praise her as if you have bad feet. If you let her suffer today, be careful in the future. She is so petty and may cause trouble for you all day long."
"I'm not afraid of that. As long as I do my job well, I believe she won't have anything to say." Song Lan laughed it off.
The right thing to do is the right thing to do. This has always been the principle.
‘Ding dong~’
A text message was received on the phone.
Song Lan opened it and saw that it was from He Chaozhi.
[Let’s have dinner together at 8:30 pm]
He didn't even want to type an extra punctuation mark.
She quickly replied, [Place?]
The other end quickly sent me a location. It was a high-end Western restaurant in the city center.
Song Lan has long heard that if you want to go out to eat, you need to make a reservation half a month in advance, and the procedure is quite complicated.
After get off work, Song Lan drove directly to the restaurant.
As soon as I got out of the elevator, I was greeted by the smell of delicious food, the aroma of toasted bread.
There are floor-to-ceiling windows all around, and you can take in the night view of the entire city at a glance.
Song Lan was led to the best seat by the waiter.
"Thank you." She sat down with a smile and glanced at her watch. It was still half an hour before the appointed time.
She arrived early.
However, the pure violin music here is not enough.
"Hello." A substandard Chinese voice sounded beside her.
Song Lan turned his head and saw a tall man with blond hair looking at him.
The man was wearing a high-end suit and had a priceless watch on his wrist. He looked like he was from a wealthy family.
His facial features are very good-looking, blond and blue-eyed, and he is not inferior to the male models in magazines.
Most importantly, the hunting meaning in his eyes was too obvious.
Song Lan calmly distanced herself, "Hello, what's the matter?"
Sure enough, the next second the man picked up his mobile phone and pointed at it, "Isn't it convenient for me to add my contact information?"
"It's inconvenient." Song Lan decisively refused.
The man wanted to say something else, but a voice preempted him: "Désolé, C'est ma petite amie." [Sorry, she is my girlfriend]
Fluent French was spoken in a low voice, with a hint of assertion of sovereignty.
He Chaozhi looked at him indifferently. The two men looked at each other, and the man was quickly defeated.
"Sorry." He ran away.
He Chaozhi sat opposite Song Lan as if nothing had happened, his eyes unclear, "It seems that your luck in love is pretty good."
This seemed like irony to Song Lan. She raised her red lips and said, "Compared to Mr. He, I am still a little inferior."
Are his tidbits so good?
He Chaozhi raised his eyebrows, "You have such a strong mouth, why didn't you know how to say it just now?"
Song Lan smiled, knowing that he was referring to the incident of being accosted just now.
The waiter just came over with the menu and said in a respectful tone, "Mr. He, can we serve the food now?"
He Chaozhi nodded, not even bothering to open his mouth.
The waiter made a gesture, and soon someone came over with a trolley and placed the plates on the table one by one.
The food on the plate looks very appetizing, including tomahawk steak and Australian lobster, and the presentation is also quite exquisite.
"You two, please use it slowly." After the waiter said this, he left voluntarily.
It's a pity that these foods all have the same taste to Song Lan.
Song Lan frowned subconsciously when she thought of her father's need for money when he was sick.
He Chaozhi caught it with his keen mind.
"dislike?"
"No, it's just that why did you suddenly ask me to dinner?"
No man likes to hear complaints, or complaints that cannot be expressed.
Song Lan changed the topic lightly, and He Chaozhi didn't think about anything else at all.
He chuckled, "You spent so much money on me and I still can't see you?"
