"Of course, I understand that you must have your own arrangements, but it is better to regard this as an after-school experience." Wen Siheng said.
Jian Anran looked at the person in front of her with a puzzled face: Whyme?
By mentioning this matter specifically, it was obvious that Xiangyi wanted to take over.
Who knows how long she has been planning. If Jian Anran really takes her over, her nose will be crooked with anger.
"Of course, I will give you another salary when the time comes." The person in the front seat added.
At first, she was still thinking about the words to decline, but when she heard the word salary, Jian Anran agreed almost like a knee-jerk reaction.
"Okay." Turning her head and looking at Xiangyi, Jian Anran suddenly looked forward to her expression.
"Thank you, teacher, for giving me this opportunity." She said with a smile.
On the way back to school, Xiangyi didn't say another word.
It happened to be the evening rush hour, so Jian Anran caught up on her sleep in the car. When she arrived at school, her mind was still a little confused.
After getting off the car, she felt that her feet were weak. The evening breeze brought a slight chill, and Jian Anran couldn't help but close up the thin shirt on her body.
A USB flash drive was suddenly handed to me. I looked up and saw Wen Siheng in front of me.
"What is this?" she asked as she took the USB flash drive in a daze.
"Video material of today's exhibition hall."
"I took some pictures too," Jian Anran said, opening the photo album on her phone. "There are so many people, so the effect may not be very good."
"This is the exhibition hall I asked a journalist friend to take before the official entrance. There were no visitors inside."
On the first day of the event, due to the old professor’s reputation and early publicity, many media came to the scene.
While Jian Anran had not even thought about this matter, Wen Siheng had already prepared everything in advance.
But didn’t Xiangyi mention the self-media business? Could it be that he had already had this idea?
The wizard read her mind again.
"My personal habit," he turned around and closed the door of the business car, "is to record the works I have done in various ways."
After returning to the office and putting down the computer, Jian Anran's cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message.
What is clearly displayed above is Wen Siheng’s Weibo account and password, followed by the following sentence——
[Elder Tang: I currently only have a Weibo account, you can also register on other platforms if necessary]
There was no reply. Jian Anran took a look at WeChat, put the phone lock screen on the table, sat in her seat and turned on the computer.
"Deng-deng——" The USB disk was inserted into the computer, and the folder quickly popped out.
There are nearly thirty short videos in it, which are taken from various angles and details of the exhibition hall.
The video is very stable and the key points are captured very accurately. You can see the other party’s skills and experience in photography.
Jian Anran felt a little more distressed after reading it. She sighed, stretched out her hand and leaned on the edge of the table, holding her chin.
Before opening the video, she even secretly prayed that the other party's skills were almost better, so that she could find an excuse if she couldn't edit the video properly.
It took nearly two hours to download the video-cutting software PR. When she looked up and looked out the window, it was already mostly dark.
After returning to school today, everyone dispersed on the spot. Others left early, and she was the only one who went back to the office to put away her things.
Wen Siheng was called away by the dean as soon as he went upstairs, leaving Jian Anran alone in the office.
The software used by their architecture department to produce drawings includes but is not limited to PS, AI, ID and other software. They are all from the same origin as Adobe, and the interfaces and operating methods are basically the same.
I thought that PR would be the same, but when I really made up my mind and clicked in, Jian Anran regretted once again why she took on this hard job.
In the next hour, after fumbling around with the software interface to no avail, she came to a profound understanding of the truth——
If you are not a diamond, don’t take this porcelain job.
Turning off the computer, she decided to leave today's worries to herself tomorrow.
Yesterday she spent almost all night setting up the exhibition. She deserves to go home to rest and recuperate today.
"Hey, have you heard about it?" Ning Beibei said excitedly when she saw Jian Anran when she arrived in the classroom the next day.
"What did you hear?" Jian Anran was a little curious.
"A foundation!" Ning Beibei said loudly, "I heard that our college will have a foundation this year and plans to award scholarships to students with outstanding academic performance."
Seeing Jian Anran's lack of interest, Ning Beibei looked at her with a look like "You don't understand this?" and deliberately lowered her voice.
She said mysteriously: "Recipients of the scholarship can get online internship opportunities in well-known firms."
Jian Anran's first reaction was: "Is there such a good thing?"
Then she thought: "What virtues and talents does our school have? When will we still have such connections?"
Although the engineering majors of Luoyang University are highly recognized locally, they are limited to Luojiang and Ludao.
Outside of this area, they are just like other ordinary undergraduates, everyone is double-fei.
Judging from the employment of previous graduates, most of the seniors and sisters have stayed in local companies, and almost no one can get a work internship in a well-known factory in another place.
"So, this is the strange place, and everyone is curious about it!" Ning Beibei said.
"I don't know if it's a big company or a foundation established by outstanding graduates. It's very mysterious."
"Has a notice been sent? Why didn't I see this?" Jian Anran asked again.
"There is no official announcement," Ning Beibei deliberately lowered her voice again, "It's Zhou Yun from the dormitory next door. She is Professor Zhang's office assistant. Professor Zhang told them quickly."
Before going to college, Jian Anran always thought that engineering students were serious and strict.
Such stereotypes quickly disappeared after she officially enrolled.
It seems that secrets can never be hidden in this department. Everyone's gossip always comes faster than official notifications, and red-headed documents suddenly become meaningless.
"Hey——" Ning Beibei sighed.
"I heard that other people have known about this for a long time. I studied hard for this midterm exam. It took me two subjects to realize that I can't catch up even if I try to catch up with them," she said with emotion.
The school bell rang soon, and the late classmates hurried into the classroom, and the teacher walked in immediately.
The teacher of the mechanics class is the Professor Zhang who Ning Beibei mentioned just now who leaked the news.
His hair is a little sparse, and when illuminated by the overhead light on the podium, his head looks like a glowing braised egg.
Wearing a pair of thick reading glasses, Professor Zhang turned on the multimedia device and cleared his throat.
"We talked about the calculation method of reinforcement in the last class. Here is a calculation problem. Let's ask a classmate to review it together."
After hearing Professor Zhang's words, everyone lowered their heads in unison, avoiding the expressions that came from the podium to announce their death at any time.
Professor Zhang opened the roster in his hand: "Jian Anran, please ask this classmate to do the calculation."
