The Bodhisattva did not reply to the message. After registering, he turned to look at Chen Chen.
At that time, the other party had put away his mobile phone and was still a member of the social elite.
He said: "Then I will take you to the reception room on the seventh floor, and then we will discuss the project in detail."
Song Yunhui followed him into the elevator.
There were not many people in the elevator. The mask and hat covered his head to keep him warm. He resisted the urge to yawn and stood bored.
In the not-so-spacious elevator, many people watched Song Yunhui secretly.
Without him, he really stood out among the pile of formal suits, giving them the illusion that he was working in an entertainment company.
The light pink hat looked thick and soft, and they guessed it would feel good in the hand.
Others were looking at him, and so was Chen Chen.
It's really different.
Although it was good to be a Bodhisattva descended from heaven, when he saw this outfit, he couldn't help but feel a jump in his heart.
Chen Chen's hand holding the document shook unconsciously.
He raised his eyes and looked at the other person again.
Chen Chen took the document and turned his head. The first thing he saw was the light-colored pupils under the sun.
Song Yunhui took the work badge and put it in his pocket.
The elevator closed again.
Song Yunhui immediately wanted to put the mask back on, but finally managed to hold it back.
Opening another folder, Chen Chen opened another folder, took out the contents, and then handed a blue temporary work badge to Song Yunhui.
The reception room is next to the big office. It's already time to go to work. If you glance over, you can see the employees who are still secretly eating breakfast at their workstations.
It cannot be described as beautiful. In comparison, it may be more appropriate to use smooth and atmospheric.
Song Yunhui was still looking at him, with no special emotion in his eyes, only a hint of doubt.
Song Yunhui took the contract and looked through it one by one. He found that it was consistent with the contract last night, and added a confidentiality agreement after negotiation. He saw what should be the signature of the urgent king's boss that Chen Chen mentioned, and then at the end Signed.
It means really sleepy.
In a way, he is a little more anxious than the boss of the anxious king who eats grass.
I can't say it tastes good, I can only say it's refreshing.
He said: "You don't need to wear it. You only need to use it when entering and leaving the company. This way you don't have to register every time you enter and exit the company."
Chen Chen handed over a contract with a complicated and unspeakable feeling, and said: "The electronic version of the contract was sent to the email yesterday, and now I need you to sign and confirm it."
It's different from what I imagined. It's a beautiful calligraphy hand.
He had already given a resume before, and although it was indeed a bit too simple, it should have had a photo on it, so that he would not have this expression on his face.
There was no one in the living room. Chen Chen put the documents he had just taken on the table and then asked, "Would you like something to drink?"
Another good thing about this sweatshirt is that it has a large pocket that can hold everything.
Now that there was no one around, Song Yunhui finally had the chance to yawn that he had been holding back all the way.
—Completely different from the previous image in front of the public.
Chen Chen handed him the rest of the documents in his hand, and then waited silently for him to browse.
Anticipating that there might be lengthy business politeness afterward, he pre-empted the conversation and directly jumped the topic to the project.
Song Yun thought about eating, and it was best to use Qin Shu's handwriting.
Song Yunhui took off his hat and mask, and casually rubbed two handfuls of hair that was messed up by the hat.
Once someone becomes a master, impetuosity is almost written on the faces of many people. In that kind of environment, few people can be so calm.
Song Yunhui's pupils were of a very gentle color, but he had no expression, looking calm and indifferent.
Chen Chen poured him a cup of black coffee.
Chen Chen said: "The resume is urgent... it goes directly to Mr. Ji, I can't see it."
He said: "Black coffee."
What is Chen Chen surprised about
Their brainwaves matched for the first time.
They have the same name and surname, they are the same fucking person!
From a former star to a senior RD, it took less than a second. This status change was a little too fast.
The elevator rang, and then the number stopped at [7]. Chen Chen escorted Song Yun back out of the elevator.
He has been in society for so many years, has been in several industries, and has met many celebrities. It is easy to see the glitz and glamor of those celebrities and the pride of belonging to that circle.
Chen Chen was also happy to save his saliva. He bent down to take the folder on the table and opened it.
Chen Chen glanced at his signature and his expression moved slightly.
If the anxious king hadn't decided on this matter himself after reading the other party's resume, from his point of view, it would be a bit worrying.
In other words, it is different from the image in the public mind.
Song Yun looked back at the document very quickly, so fast that he almost didn't even notice it.
Before Chen Chen had any idea, he raised his head and asked:
"Can these documents be painted on?"
Chen Chen nodded, "This is the information that belongs to you, you can make the decision yourself."
He was about to hand over the pen when he saw Song Yunhui take out a pen from his pocket.
He has a habit of writing and drawing while thinking, and he has no intention of changing it.
Chen Chen found that he could read faster after picking up the pen. From time to time, he would circle somewhere and write a short note.
It turned out that he was really watching.
After flipping through a piece of information, Song Yunhui had a clear idea.
This is easy to do.
Seeing that Song Yunhui had put away his pen, Chen Chen said at the right time: "Then I will give you the contact information of the front-end developers and other people, so can I add them via WeChat?"
Song Yunhui did not reply immediately.
He thought about it.
Last night, in order to gain points, I said more than once, "Mr. Dan, you are my god", "No one should resign tomorrow even if you are a social beast", "You can just mess with QAQ".
It didn't matter to him, there were only six people every day, but looking at the social elites in suits and serious faces in front of him, he always felt that maybe the collapse of the social elites would only happen in an instant.
Seeing Song Yunhui's hesitation, Chen Chen asked, "Is there any inconvenience?" Song Yunhui hesitated, "I don't have any."
I'm afraid you have.
Chen Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, will you sweep me or shall I sweep you?"
Song Yun looked back at him, then lowered his head.
Chen Chen only felt that this look contained too much emotion.
Then his phone shook.
[Mr. Dan: Congratulations]
“…”
Chen Chen slowly raised his head and met Song Yunhui's gaze.
He slowly lowered his head again, blinking in confusion at first, then finally reacting and covering his face in pain.
No one understands the breakdown of adults.
Even if a collapsed adult's spirit has reached a critical point, he still has to play the role of a social animal.
After signing the contract and reading the documents, he wanted to send Song Yun back downstairs.
Song Yunhui put on his hat and mask, just like when he came.
The only difference is probably that Song Yunhui is in a good mood, while Chen Chen is like a wandering soul.
Song Yun understood and didn't say a word.
After all, the little cartoon about eating grass is not an ordinary grass, and it doesn't look like a product of this dimension at all. But now it is suddenly exposed, and there is Ruoren.
He needed time to calm down.
Maybe happiness is conserved. Chen Chen fell into the confusion of an adult. Song Yunhui found a taxi and got on it. He waved to him in a good mood. It was completely different from the mood when he first came to work like visiting a grave.
The driver stepped on the accelerator. The phone in his pocket shook. Song Yun picked it up and took a look.
[Eat a straw: Take me to play games tonight]
“…”
My mood recovered quite quickly.
He didn't answer whether it was good or bad. Song Yun replied: "Don't fish at work."
The other party sent a crying cat head.
Song Yun stared at Maomao's head without moving his eyes for a long time.
After coming back to his senses, he scrolled down the list and found Qin Shu.
He sends a message and the other party responds instantly.
He asked Fang if it was convenient for him to make a video call.
Qin Shu didn't reply, but a video call came directly.
After connecting the headphones and answering the call, an enlarged cat head filled the entire screen, with furry eyes everywhere.
Qin Shu's voice seemed to come from behind a mobile phone, clear and magnetic, directly hitting the eardrums.
"Miss oranges?"
Song Yunhui slowly opened his eyes and gave a thumbs up, "Qin Xiaoshu, you understand me!"
Qin Shu understood him, and Cheng Zi was also very active in doing business. He kept stretching his paws towards the screen and meowing as if he wanted to pounce on him, but he couldn't get over, and he meowed even more anxiously.
Song Yunhui held his chin with one hand, arched his eyebrows, poked the screen, and said, "Little clip cat."
Chengzi didn't know what a clamp was, but it didn't affect its screams getting more and more sweet at all.
After holding the cat in his arms and moving the camera up, Qin Shu asked, "Are you here for breakfast? The porridge was just cooked."
"I want it, I'm back now."
Song Yun said "Hey" in reply, "Why are you cooking breakfast so late today?"
Qin Shu started talking too late.
Song Yunhui understands human nature.
He waved his hand in a small arc again and said to Chengzi, who was still meowing, "I'll come and play with you later."
Although he knew that the other party could not understand, he still enjoyed it.
Originally, he wanted to chat a few more words, but when his eyes caught a glimpse of the battery, Song Yunhui immediately announced to hang up the phone.
Yesterday, my phone was unplugged without much charge, and I made a video call just now, which made it even worse.
The driver saw that he had unplugged his headphones, then looked at the sweatshirt he was wearing, and said, "The temperature will cool down in a few days, so you should wear more clothes then."
Song Yunhui paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, thank you, uncle."
Fortunately, the phone lasted until I got home.
Song Yun returned to thinking about Chengzi and walked straight to Qin Shu's house without returning to his home.
It’s another wonderful morning to have breakfast with the cat.
The document bag made of kraft paper was placed on the table. Qin Shu saw it but didn't ask much.
Song Yunhui stayed with Chengzi for a while and then left.
Instead of rushing to get to work, the first thing he did when he got home was take a look at his wardrobe.
When he picked up his coat this morning, he discovered a huge problem.
He has few autumn clothes, and the number of winter clothes is directly 0.
If the house cleaning hadn't thrown his things out, most of his winter clothes would have been spread out in the Song family's closet, unworn or even looked at.
The brand will give away clothes of the season, whatever is available, as long as he can wear one of them once or twice.
Xu Wei also bought clothes for him. When helping Song Zishu choose, she would pick up two pieces. It didn't matter whether they fit or not, as long as she bought them.
Until last winter, he had only worn a few coats that he had worn for many years.
There is no special meaning, except that those pieces are one of the few clothes Song Cheng personally bought for him.
Song Yunhui closed the closet.
This is the year to buy your own clothes.
(End of chapter)