Cheng Zihao seemed to have a soft spot for silver-gray suits, standing in the narrow elevator with his legs straight, exuding an awe-inspiring aura on his body.
Mr. Cheng, morning! Liang Hang seemed to be very surprised to see the figure of President Qifan in the ordinary employee elevator, and hurriedly greeted him politely.
Early! A man of Cheng Zihao's status always cherishes words like gold. After a brief response, he quickly locked his focused gaze on the tablet in his hand.
From the moment Gu Xijun saw Cheng Zihao, he was in a trance, and he was vaguely worried that the other party would eventually recognize him.
But it turns out that she is just doing it herself. In just a few minutes of the elevator, Cheng Zihao kept staring at the tablet, and the corner of his eyes never swept over the woman's body.
The man standing behind Cheng Zihao looked submissive, presumably his assistant, and said in a low voice: The special elevator will be repaired tomorrow...
Before the man's words were finished, Cheng Zihao's deep voice sounded leisurely: Four o'clock in the afternoon at the latest.
The assistant's face sank, and he reluctantly analyzed: But...
No, but. Cheng Zihao took back his tablet and stepped out of the elevator the moment the elevator door opened, leaving only the stunned assistant behind.
Liang Hang and Gu Xijun looked at each other, and they both had some bad premonitions in their hearts.
When they found Ding Hui of the planning department, they found that the other party's face was extremely gloomy, and he was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the office in contemplation.
Director Ding, this time I brought three design drafts, hoping to impress Qifan. Liang Hang and Ding Hui are college classmates, which is one of the reasons why he can squeeze into the shortlist.
Ding Hui was wearing a decent light pink suit, slowly turned around and smiled helplessly: The new product launch conference was held early at Christmas.
Christmas? Liang Hang's heart sank and fell into a state of powerlessness. He mechanically handed the sketch in his hand to Ding Hui, feeling a kind of helplessness of physical and mental exhaustion.
It's mid-September, and the first draft of the ad is still being screened. Subsequent dynamic advertising and brochure printing are almost impossible for every advertising agency to complete within three months.
Ding Hui's face was tired, and black circles appeared under her eyes. While looking at the sketch in her hand, she analyzed that the group company attaches great importance to this new product launch, and Mr. Cheng also deliberately came back from the branch in New York to follow up. A high-achieving student with a double degree in business administration and jewelry design, one sentence is enough to make the planning department earthquake once.
Gu Xijun had been standing silently behind Liang Hang, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. She couldn't tell why this kind of uneasiness from the bottom of her heart made her feel uneasy.
Liang Hang, is this your new assistant? Ding Hui finally noticed Gu Xijun who was quiet on the side, and asked with a polite smile.
Liang Hang did not shy away from introducing it: Her name is Gu Xijun, although she is a newcomer, her painting style and creativity are good. You see the last design draft, it's from her.
Hello, Director Ding! Gu Xijun listened to Liang Hang's introduction and nodded slightly to say hello.
Ding Hui silently took out the last design draft, looked at it carefully, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: The idea is good, but it is a pity that it does not match Qifan's style.
Thank you, I will continue to work hard. Gu Xijun's attitude was humble, and a light smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.