The magazine where Reporter Zhuang works has been crazy busy recently. There has been an important design competition in Shanghai recently, which is very valuable and has attracted designers from all over the world to participate in the competition.
This is a big event, and all media are vying to report it to attract readers' attention. Their magazine is no exception. They have specially opened a special topic on the competition. However, this competition topic requires too much material, so other pages have been stopped in large numbers.
The space was used to publish competition news and outstanding works. Reporter Zhuang was originally responsible for a special topic on old city architecture, but he also gave way to this and was even sent to interview those designers.
As of July 6, the top 50 shortlisted works have been announced, and various magazines have begun to rush to publish these shortlisted works, and then arrange interviews, especially those designers who are not weakly famous. But the big-name designs
Interviews with designers are hard to come by, and the sales volume of their magazine is not very good, ranking in the middle of the pack in the industry. Therefore, we have no choice but to target interviews with some fledgling designers or some slightly famous designers.
During the meeting, the editor-in-chief hurriedly gave a list of interviewees, asking everyone to quickly select interviewees, and then make time for interviews and submit the manuscript as soon as possible. After the meeting, colleagues were there to select interviewees. There were two people left for reporter Zhuang, one named
Song Chang and Bai Qizhi have pretty good resumes on the list, and they can be considered key figures interviewed by their agency. Reporter Zhuang has a kind personality and gets along well with his colleagues, so he was given
The players are all pretty good.
Zhuang Ji glanced at the list and walked to a new colleague, "Xiaomei, how about...Song Chang will be interviewed by you?"
Xiaomei was not qualified enough, and the interview subjects she was assigned were not very good. She was a little surprised and said: "How embarrassing is this." However, although she said she was embarrassed, she did not refuse. Reporter Zhuang knew that she was actually very willing, so he politely said:
"You are both young people, so you can have something in common."
Xiaomei then agreed and said thank you for a long time. Everyone else knew that Reporter Zhuang was kind, so they just regarded it as him bringing in new people, so they weren't too puzzled. However, Xiaomei didn't have so much time to interview so many people, so she felt helpless immediately.
, she was slightly worried, and Reporter Zhuang said: "If you are too busy, I can help."
"this……"
Reporter Zhuang then pointed at a random person among the candidates assigned to Xiaomei and said with a smile: "Then let's take him. How about that?"
Of course Xiaomei is willing. From the look of her, she almost thinks that Reporter Zhuang is her boss on the road to work. Reporter Zhuang got Qu Xiakong’s personal information from Xiaomei, looked at the photo, and couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
The interview was scheduled at a coffee shop. Reporter Zhuang arrived there early and waited. Ten minutes later, the wind chime at the door of the coffee shop turned quickly and made a crisp sound. A man came in at the door. He was about 1.75 meters tall and not very tall.
His facial features are also very ordinary, the kind that wouldn't attract attention on the street. What doesn't match those ordinary facial features is that his eyes are very beautiful, as if there is light flowing in them, making people's impression of him all of a sudden.
Two points better.
This man with ordinary features was Qu Xiakong. He walked a few steps and naturally saw Reporter Zhuang in the northwest corner. Reporter Zhuang smiled at him. The smile looked gentle, but also very serious.
Mechanical. Qu Xiakong was stunned for a moment. He took another step forward. He was only two or three meters away from Reporter Zhuang. He took another step. When he was about to take the third step, his feet were delayed.
It's too late to fall.
Soothing and gentle songs were playing in the coffee shop, but Qu Xiakong's expression became extremely serious in an instant. Without thinking, he chose to turn around and leave. He took three steps at a time and pushed open the door of the coffee shop.
The crowd outside the store did not make him feel at ease. His face was anxious, and he changed from walking quickly to running. He did not dare to stop at all, because in his perception, danger had been following him closely. Qu Xiakong ran away
After walking for a while, I turned into a shopping mall and entered the fitting room of a clothing store.
Tens of seconds later, a different person came out of the fitting room. The staff who distributed the number tags outside the fitting room looked surprised and couldn't help but want to see if there was anyone else in the fitting room just now.
Thinking of the news on the Internet, the staff went over and knocked on the door, but there was no response. Then she opened the door. Inside, the clothes in this store were placed on the stool, untouched.
Qu Xia, who had become another person, left the shopping mall and got into a taxi to go to the train station. He did not dare to go home now because since the information had been exposed, his home would definitely not be safe. In fact, he
He didn't know why he ran away, but the aura coming from that person was really annoying and disgusting, including that smile, which seemed to have caught him.
Qu Xiakong got off the car, thinking about taking the high-speed train to another city. Unfortunately, he had prepared for the competition and now he could not earn back the registration fee. However, as soon as he got off the bus, someone grabbed his shoulder.
Qu Xiakong's whole body was horrified. He turned around and saw Reporter Zhuang showing a kind smile.
He wanted to break free, but a sudden force came from his body, and he fainted.
Reporter Zhuang supported him, thanked nearby passers-by who wanted to help, pretended to be familiar with Qu Xiakong, and helped him get into a car.
Wang Zao had just returned from a business trip. He called a car in advance and waited outside the train station. He walked through the crowd, glanced at other places casually, and vaguely saw Reporter Zhuang. He and Reporter Zhuang were working together on the previous project.
We had met before, and we knew each other, but before he could say hello, the other person had already left, and you could see that Reporter Zhuang was helping another person get into the car.
Wang Zao is the future successor of the group, but he has been working at the grassroots level for a long time. This time when he came back from a business trip, some leaders wanted to arrange for him to be promoted, so that he could become familiar with all the big and small affairs of the group as soon as possible within two or three years.
After getting in the car, I originally wanted to go back to the company first, but I suddenly thought of going to see someone first.
During this period, Pulin had no intention of leaving. Also, he ate and drank well every day, and Wang Zao paid for whatever he wanted to buy. If it were another person, he would be a little bit moved. However, Wang Zao did not give birth to the slightest feeling that the other party would
He was moved by the thought, and even felt that the other party did not regard him as a friend. This had never happened before in Wang Zao's dating experience. He had always felt that he was a person with great ability in making friends, but he failed here.
Wang arrived at the hotel early, knocked on the door, and waited for a while before opening the door. Pulin was holding his mobile phone, and he could still hear the sound on the mobile phone. He glanced at the screen, which was the animation after "eating chicken". His teammates were looking at each other in all directions
Praise someone, and this someone should be Pulin.
Wang Zao knew that Pulin had been playing a shooting game recently, so he was not surprised. It was even normal for him to think that the other party was powerful. However, what Wang Zao didn't say was that he felt a bit bitter because the game netizens seemed to be more important than Wang Zao.
A little bit, but he still had something to do, because the fact that he brought people here was very strange, and now it was even more embarrassing for him to drive people away midway and say that he had made a mistake.
Wang Zao smiled and said hello. Pulin glanced at him, nodded slightly, and then continued to be immersed in the game.