Jiang Ying, twenty-five years old, a new member of the society, is most afraid of the boss and the Friday meeting.
At this moment, she was holding the computer and notebook in her arms, and one hand on the doorknob. She didn't push it away immediately, but took a deep breath.
When I was in high school, it was exciting and terrifying when my teacher called me into the office.
She was the last to be seated in the conference room.
The copied documents have been distributed to each seat, and the boss Li Zhicheng is sitting in the main seat.
Jiang Ying pulled out the chair and sat down, and nodded to Fang Yu, the director of operations opposite, to say hello.
She glanced at Li Zhicheng out of the corner of the eye, wearing a black suit with ironing, and playing with the pen in her hand expressionlessly.
The metal pen cap tapped lightly on the table, making little noise. The hearts of everyone present trembled with this beat.
In the usual department report, Li Zhicheng asked about the current situation and progress one by one. His eyes swept around and finally fell on Jiang Ying. The man's voice was mature and low, with the majesty of a leader: "I have seen the revised plan."
When it was his turn, Jiang Ying only felt that all the nerves in his body were hanged up, holding his breath and waiting for the second half of his sentence.
"Overall okay."
Just four simple words, but Jiang Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
"but... ... "
Immediately, she sat up straight again.
"I said that for simulation mobile games to do well, players' sense of substitution is very important. We have an advantage over other games in terms of basic settings, but the recent response has not been as good as I expected."
Jiang Ying accepted humbly: "Yes, our planning team will focus on discussing and revising this issue."
Li Zhicheng nodded and asked again, "What do you think about the next mainline update?"
Which teacher are you most afraid of in class
That's it. After marking your homework, you will be asked if you have previewed the next lesson.
After being stunned for a moment, Jiang Ying cleared her throat and calmly opened the notebook and stayed on a certain page. At the same time, her brain was running fast. After a few words, she reported: "I think the theme of the next chapter can be considered Kasuga Cafe. Office workers are busy every day, and the cafes between high-rise buildings are their rest stops, filled with the mellow aroma of coffee, exquisite cakes are displayed in the cabinets, and the music is soothing and relaxing, where the tense nerves can be temporarily relaxed. After doing a survey, in fact, the largest proportion of our mobile game users are young workers between the ages of 20 and 25. I believe that the theme of cafes will be more attractive than the previous chapters, and the sense of substitution will be stronger. Some."
Li Zhicheng did not express his position, and asked the others first: "What do you think?"
"I think it's pretty good." Fang Yu was the first to express his support.
"The first few chapters were all about emotions. The plot was good, but players also reported that the scene was not detailed enough. If it was a cafe, our art team would have a lot of room to play."
The marketing department also thinks it is a good plan: "It really caters to the preferences of the audience."
This idea has received preliminary approval.
"The planning team will give a detailed plan next week, and I'll be here today." Li Zhicheng put down his folded legs and announced the end of the meeting.
These words are comparable to the get out of class bell, Jiang Ying shrugged, feeling at ease both physically and mentally.
Just as everyone packed up and walked out of the conference room, Li Zhicheng glanced at Jiang Ying: "Jiang Ying, come to my office later."
The teacher's trick - detention.
The relaxed joy of the meeting was dissipated ruthlessly as soon as it happened. Jiang Ying forced a smile: "Okay, I see."
Li Zhicheng's office was at the far end. When Jiang Ying knocked on the door to enter, he was leaning on the back of his chair and looking at his mobile phone with a lazy attitude.
Jiang Yingfang walked over lightly and called out "Boss".
Li Zhicheng put away the phone and pointed to the chair in front of him: "Sit."
"Working overtime late two days ago?" Li Zhicheng asked straight to the point.
This question was beyond Jiang Ying's expectations.
Why does he care about this
The security uncle complained to him
Does he feel bad about the company's electricity bill
"Ah, it's not too late. I don't want to interrupt since I don't see much left. Next time I'll take it home and do it!"
Li Zhicheng looked at her helplessly: "I didn't mean that. I don't advocate staying up late and working overtime. Next time, don't be so late and go home early to rest."
Jiang Ying blinked a few times quickly, did she hear it right
When did the cold-faced demon king implement humanitarianism
Li Zhicheng asked again, "Is the DDL I gave too tight?"
Jiang Ying quickly waved his hand: "No, no."
He also expected that the other party wouldn't tell the truth, got up and took out a card from the pocket of his coat hanging on the hanger: "Go buy some afternoon tea for everyone. It's been a long time. You decide what to eat, and I'll reimburse you."
Jiang Ying's eyes were narrow and long, but now she was very flattered and widened. She solemnly took the bank card with both hands, and was about to bow and thank her: "Thank you boss!"
"Go."
As soon as Jiang Ying came out of the office and returned to her seat, Zhou Qingqing slid over in a chair, approached her and asked in a low voice, "What did Li Tianwang say to you?"
Jiang Ying raised the corner of her mouth, and shook it in front of Zhou Qingqing with her thumb and middle finger: "I said I want to invite everyone to have afternoon tea."
"I'm going!" Zhou Qingqing couldn't help but exclaimed. Jiang Ying glared at her, and quickly covered her mouth and lowered her voice, "Li Tianwang has become a kind father?"
"Maybe it's a good mood for today's meeting."
"Speaking of which, when did you think about the plan for that cafe today? I panicked when he asked questions."
"When?" Jiang Ying picked up the book on the table, turned to the page and handed it to Zhou Qingqing, "Just now."
Zhou Qingqing took the book. There was no plan on it. The paper listed Jiang Ying's recent expenses, and in the lower right corner there was a sketch of her deserting.
"But thanks to it."
Jiang Ying's eyes stayed on the last line of words - cheesecake, 22.
I just saw this line of words and remembered what happened that day, and suddenly came up with the idea of Spring Cafe.
Jiang Ying held up his notebook, and the man who was busy at the front desk that night appeared in front of him again.
I haven't seen each other for several days, and the face of the other party is blurred in my memory. She only remembered a small mole under his left eye.
"Qingqing, I'm going to buy afternoon tea." Jiang Ying got up abruptly, grabbed the phone and card from the table, and quickly walked out of the studio.
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It's sunny today with a warm breeze.
Several seedlings ordered by Yun Xian arrived, and he planted them in the open space outside the store by himself.
A few days ago happened to be Arbor Day, which can be considered as a contribution to the green earth.
The shirt was stained with mud, and the white hands were dirty. I didn't think that I was working just now, but now I have a cleanliness addiction. Yun Xian walked back to the store with his hands up, turned on the faucet with his elbow, and carefully tapped the hand sanitizer twice to wash the inside and outside.
After washing his hands, he took off his shirt jacket and put it away, and put on a T-shirt inside.
Yun Xian was born in September and is a Virgo. Although he is not hated, he has many minor problems. It's good to say that cleanliness is a good habit. It's just a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. I can't stand white things being stained, no matter how small a stain is. It looks dazzling, and I feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
He also likes white the most, shirts and T-shirts are mostly white, and the main color of the store is also white.
How about a Virgo
Today is a working day, and there are not many customers in the store. There are only three tables in one afternoon, and many cups of coffee are sold at noon.
As the weather returned to warm, Chunkyin invaded mankind, Zhao Xinrou yawned while wiping the cup, one after another.
It was said that yawning was contagious, so Su Cheng was playing games while sitting on the small bench beside him, and he followed suit.
The two were one after another, like a duet.
Yun Xian couldn't stand it any longer. He wiped his hands with a tissue and said to the two of them, "Xiao Zhao and Su Cheng, there are not many guests today, so I'll give you half a day off tomorrow because of the busy weekend."
"thank you boss!"
"Brother, you are so nice."
The sleepiness of the two suddenly disappeared, and they happily took off their aprons and took their backpacks to get off work.
Yun Xian lowered his head and smiled helplessly.
The action of getting off work was quick, for fear that his boss would change his mind again.
The phone beeped and Yun Xian took out the unlock screen from his pocket.
It was a WeChat message from my friend Li Zhicheng.
[Zhicheng: Just finished the meeting, called the little girl to the office to comfort her, and took out the card to invite the employees to have afternoon tea.]
[Sincere: I was moved by my kind self.]
[See the mountain: It is rare to pluck a rooster.]
[Zhicheng: It's not all you!]
[Zhicheng: It scared me.]
[Zhicheng: Made me feel guilty all day.]
Yun Xian looked at the text on the screen and smiled briefly.
When signing for the saplings this morning, he thought of Jiang Weil, the girl who celebrated her birthday on Arbor Day.
His mother likes to repost and push articles to him on weekdays, ranging from seasonal health food supplements to the latest social news, all kinds.
Yun Xian turned over a few pages of chat records and picked out a few to send to Li Zhicheng.
"Shocking! The company employee died suddenly on the job for 24 hours in a row!"
"Fifty dangers of staying up late! Do you dare to stay up after reading it?"
"The employee died of overwork, and the company compensated 500,000 yuan..."
After receiving the push, Li Zhicheng sent him a row of question marks, and made a phone call to confirm whether his account was hacked.
Yunxian recounted in a few words the incident of meeting his staff at the cafe that night, omitting many details, focusing on the desolate atmosphere of the rainy night and the girl's pitiful, tired and sad look after working overtime.
Li Zhicheng felt guilty when he heard it.
[Zhicheng: When I gave the card today, I felt that I was particularly domineering and handsome.]
[Zhicheng: The moment I gave the card, I was happy, and after giving it, I felt a lot of pain in my heart.]
[Jianshan: As for you?]
[Zhicheng: I'm saving my wife's book, I'm struggling, you know the shit.]
Yun Xian was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he sent a red envelope directly.
The other party accepted it happily, and gave him an emoji of a puppy tilting his head.
The last table of customers in the store also left, Yun Xian said "walk slowly", put away the phone and got up to clear the tableware.
He just folded the dishes and picked them up when he heard the bell ringing behind him.
"welcome."
Under the shade of the trees, the pools of water accumulated after the rain a few days ago are not yet dry. The warm sun falls on the world, the white clouds are thin, and the wind blows through the branches and leaves, and the world is golden and brilliant.
The girl stepped into the door with the light on her back, and Yun Xian could only see her slender figure.
After taking a few steps forward, the light switched, and the face was placed under bright light.
It's Jiang Ying.
Wearing a light purple sweater, light blue jeans outline a pair of straight and shapely legs.
Perhaps the sun was shining brightly, reflecting her softly.
"Boss Yun." Jiang Ying called him, smiling like a daisy in spring.
She stared at him, dressed in different clothes at different times and weather, but her brows and eyes were still the same, which made people unable to take their eyes off.
"Hello." Yun Xian returned to the front desk holding the plate steadily. The porcelain plate was put into the sink, and there was a sound of friction and collision.
He washed his hands, took out a paper towel to dry the water stains, handed Jiang Ying a menu, and asked, "What would you like to eat today?"
Jiang Ying glanced at it roughly: "Ten cakes, five lattes and five American cups."
Yun Xian guessed why she came and asked: "Buy afternoon tea for my colleagues?"
Jiang Ying nodded, took out the card and shook it: "The boss treats you."
With a quick swipe, Li Zhicheng's mobile phone received a deduction reminder.
But I don't know whose pocket the money went into.
It took some time to make ten copies, and Yun Xian regretted letting Zhao Xinrou and Su Cheng leave early today.
But at least being busy makes him less bored.
Jiang Ying was not in a hurry, sitting on the high stool beside the bar with her chin propped up to watch him operate skillfully.
In a trance, it seemed to return to that rainy night.
"Have you always been a barista?"
Yun Xian stirred the American style back to her: "No, I have been interested in learning a little over the past two years."
Jiang Ying said, "I see that you are quite professional."
Yunxian smiled but said nothing.
After the ten copies were made, Yun Xian took a cardboard box and packed it for her, picked it up and carried it by herself, but found that the weight was not light.
"Can you handle it? Why don't you call your colleagues to help?"
"It's okay, I can move it." Jiang Ying carefully picked up the box, it was a little difficult, but it was no problem to get the company.
"Boss, goodbye." Jiang Ying was about to turn around and leave.
"Hey, wait." Yun Xian stopped her.
Jiang Ying pushed the edge of the box against the edge of the table and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yun Xian handed over a post-it note with a string of numbers written on it.
"This is my number. If you buy afternoon tea for the company in the future, give me a call and I'll ask the clerk to deliver it to you."
Jiang greeted the paper and held it in his hand: "Okay."
Before leaving, Jiang Ying hesitated for a few seconds, but summoned up the courage to ask him, "Is it convenient to add you on WeChat?"
Without waiting for the other party to answer, she hurriedly added: "It's easier to contact you this way."
Yun Xian nodded: "Yes."
After getting the answer, Jiang Ying held ten cups of coffee and ten cakes in her arms, but she felt as if she was stepping on a cloud.
Yun Xian walked out of the front desk to take her to the door and helped her open the glass door: "Be careful, bye."
Yunxian watched the girl leave with the cardboard box in her hand, and her back quickly disappeared around the corner.
When he was idle again, he felt a little bored looking at the empty store.
The days are getting longer and longer, what should I do to pass the time
The author has something to say: The WeChat that should be obtained will be obtained sooner or later.