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Two days later, it was the day when Genting Group held its year-end summary meeting.
The program team felt that there was little material to film in such a commercial and professional internal company meeting, so they planned to film a scene where Xia Yang and Ou Wen were in the same frame.
"I'll just take a photo of you two meeting each other at the stairway and chatting about your experience in the workplace." The person in charge planned a theme, "It can be a complaint or a compliment. I recommend the former because it will create a topic."
Ouwen nodded and said he had no objection. Xia Yang lowered his eyes, looked at his watch, and said seriously: "It's 9:10 in the morning, and complaining in the corridor during working hours, isn't this fishing?"
Ouwen: "Pfft!"
Program team leader: “…”
"Hey, my Yangyang, who will care if you don't stress it out? Besides, this is not your company. You can just touch it and it won't go bankrupt."
Xia Yang rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking that this was too bad.
This is their company, but as a family member, they are openly fishing, which is really a bit offensive to the big boss of the family.
However, even though he thought so in his heart, the person in charge insisted and did not argue anymore.
There were several cameras set up, and Xia Yang and Ou Wen went upstairs one and went downstairs, pretending to have a stunning encounter at the top of the stairs.
"Hi, what a coincidence!" Ouwen raised his hand and greeted him.
"It's a coincidence." Xia Yang smiled and cooperated with him.
Ouwen glanced at the person in charge of the program team, followed the instructions, cleared his throat and said, "We are interning in the same company, and we haven't seen each other for four days. It shows how busy we are! How are you? , are you still adaptable to 996?”
Xia Yang frowned slightly, guessing that he wanted to refer to the overtime culture that migrant workers hated most, but in fact, Han Yi's company did not promote this kind of inhumane workplace culture.
"Eh? Do you need to get used to it?" he asked back, with a curious and surprised look in his eyes, "I don't seem to see many people working overtime in this company day and night. Efficient work is encouraged here. Happy life, I like this atmosphere very much.”
Ouwen choked and swallowed back what he wanted to say. After a long silence, he coughed and spoke again, "What do you think of your boss?"
"Have structure, courage, character, a walking money printing machine," Xia Yang said four words of praise without hesitation, "Oh, and his appearance is also incredible, and he is so handsome that people and gods are outraged."
Ouwen: "..."
Program team leader: “…”
I’m convinced.
I wanted to hear some complaints from the "beating workers" and create some topics, but now it has become a large rainbow fart scene.
What the hell…
"Hey, does Xia Yang have something to do with Director Han? Why does it sound like he is protecting someone like a henchman when he speaks?" One of the people in charge pinched his eyebrows.
"It's not impossible," the other person in charge also spread his hands and sighed, "Do you still remember, right? During the recording the day before yesterday, didn't Director Han defend Xia Yang and even criticized us for it?"
"Hey, it's true!"
The two of them looked at me, and I looked at you, and suddenly they seemed to have realized something, and they suddenly slapped their thighs twice.
"I'll go! Don't they want to take a different path?"
"Want to follow the routine of a love drama in a professional TV drama and speculate on CP?"
"You know best, absolutely!"
"I'll go, what else are you going to shoot at the complaining conference? Let's go, let's start shooting love that goes both ways from tomorrow on!"
…
After filming for more than ten minutes, the work ended inexplicably. Xia Yang was surprised and still had some unfinished thoughts.
Words praising Han Yi piled up in my mind, and it was a pity that I couldn't release them all.
"That's it for today," a person in charge smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "I hope you can still stick to your original intention next time we record."
Xia Yang was confused: "?"
The person in charge of the program team and the cameraman collected the equipment, returned to the station, and generously gave him and Ouwen a half-day off.
After they walked away, Ouwen immediately said to him: "Idol, would you like to go out for a drink together?"
This is the Nth time he has sent out an invitation.
However, he was rejected again.
"I don't want to go now. I heard that their year-end summary meeting is being held in the lecture hall. I want to go and listen." Xia Yang said truthfully.
Ouwen took a deep breath, his blue eyes almost popping out of his head.
However, he was already used to being rejected so many times before. After a moment of silence, he made a decisive decision.
"Then I will go to the lecture hall with you, so you won't be able to refuse me."
Xia Yang: "."
Genting Group's year-end summary meeting was held in the lecture hall on the first floor. Looking at the time, it had already been going on for more than an hour.
The two entered the elevator and pressed the first floor button, when Xiayang's cell phone rang.
It was a WeChat message from Han Yi.
[Han Yi]: In the company
Xia Yang replied:
[Yang]: Here you are
[Han Yi]: Now come to the lecture hall
[Yang]: Yeah, I'm getting off the elevator. I'll be there right away.
With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened. Directly opposite was the lecture hall of the Ten Thousand People Congress, with two concierge staff standing outside the door.
Xia Yang and Ouwen walked over, and one of the concierges made a gesture to guide them inside.
The lecture hall with 10,000 people is vast and is divided into three areas. Each area is darkly filled with people, all of whom are concentrating on listening to the meeting.
The person currently delivering a report on the podium is an elegant lady. From what she said, she should be in charge of product business.
"Sir," the concierge who led the way lowered his voice, "Our leader just ordered that you two sit in the first row."
"Ah?" Xia Yang was stunned for a moment, slightly frightened, and looked in the direction of his finger, which was the empty seat next to Han Yi.
This is too high-profile. He is obviously outside the system, but he has become a guest.
Ouwen was pleased with himself. He pushed him from behind and urged in a low voice, "Come on, idol. Look at how polite the big company is. We will be treated as VIPs as soon as we come here."
“…”
The two of them walked to the designated position in the first row according to the concierge's guidance. At this time, the female executive just finished her report, and the host invited the next reporter to come to the stage to report her work.
Xia Yang saw Han Yi sitting upright in his seat. As he approached, he tilted his head and winked at him.
After looking at each other for a brief two seconds, Xia Yang quickly averted his eyes, suppressed his accelerated heartbeat and sat down next to Han Yi.
While a reporter was still adjusting the PPT on the stage, he moved slightly towards Han Yi and lowered his voice.
"Why did you place me here? It's not appropriate."
Han Yi heard what he said, but did not answer. After a moment of silence, he lowered his arms and gently squeezed Xia Yang's hand under the seat.
"!!!"
Damn it! Xia Yang's heart stirred up violent ocean currents.
It's so bold to flirt openly. Tens of thousands of eyes are behind them, just in case someone sees it...
He stiffened his arms, not daring to move. His mind was filled with heat, and the pounding heartbeat in his chest made his eardrums ring.
The palms were wrapped in warmth for a while. After the people on the stage reported their work, the host came to the stage again in high spirits, raising his voice an octave: "Next, let's invite Han Yi, chairman of the group, to come on stage!"
There was applause all around, and Xia Yang took this opportunity to withdraw his hand, pretending to be calm and clapping along with everyone.
He also made a cute gesture: "Come on, Ollie!"
Han Yi walked onto the stage and turned around to face the tens of thousands of employees below. Xia Yang finally calmed down and dared to look directly at him openly.
Boss Han is wearing a light gray suit today. It is different from the formal and stereotyped business suits in the past. This time, the hem of the suit has tiny stars looming in it, which is very dazzling under the light. At first glance, it looks more like an evening dress.
Behind him, there were "Wows" from fans in all directions. He also faintly heard someone saying, "The clothes Boss Han is wearing today look like he is going on a date."
On the stage, Han Yi held a laser pointer, and behind him was a giant LED screen.
“I stand here today to share with you the Genting Group’s New Year’s plan. We will launch a new top-of-the-line luxury cruise ship - Midsummer in six months.”
When he said this, he looked somewhere under the stage. Although his face was as cold and handsome as ever, there was softness and warmth in his eyes.
Xia Yang's eyes met his, and at that moment he received Han Yi's meaning.
The lights on the stage gradually dimmed, and a giant cruise ship made with 3D special effects appeared on the big screen.
The rhombus-shaped diamond-shaped glass warehouse is majestic and beautiful at a height of nearly 100 meters above the sea level, with the blue sky and sea as its background.
At night, the vast moonlight and bright stars fall, the cruise ship flashes with light and shadow, and the ship's hull drags the waves slowly past, brightening the eyes and intoxicating the heart.
After the video was played, the lights came on, Han Yi pressed the laser pointer, and a LOGO appeared on the screen.
"This LOGO was designed by myself. It is different from the LOGOs of other cruise ship series and is given a certain profound meaning."
Xia Yang tilted her head and stared at the LOGO, and found that in addition to Genting Group's LOGO, it also incorporated an artistic font. On the left were three vertical water ripples, and on the right it looked a bit like a squiggle, which was hard to recognize. When I heard what the word was, I just felt it was swaying, smart and naughty...
After looking at it, he suddenly sat up straight, rubbed his sore eyes and looked at the artistic font again, he understood.
That is the word "Yang".
Xia Yang's eyes began to feel hot. She didn't know whether it was because she had been staring at the screen for a long time or for some other reason. It was as if her whole heart had been thrown into boiling water and soaked, vigorously beating and splashing with layers of water.
Zhongxia number, Xia, is the first letter of his name, Yang, hidden in the LOGO. Others can't guess it. This is a romantic feeling that only belongs to him.
In front of his eyes, the screen flickered again, a line of small characters faded out below the logo, and the laser pointer in Han Yi's hand hit the line of small characters.
"I cut through the waves and came here just because you are in the mountains and seas." He read out the small words in a low and magnetic voice. His side face was still cold and indifferent, and only the slightly rolling throat bones showed softness and love.
"This is the sentence written on the title page of the story "The Midsummer". I hope it can sail thousands of miles with love and dreams!"
There was thunderous applause from the audience, which lasted for a long time. Xia Yang watched Han Yi walk down from the podium and sat down next to him.
He couldn't calm himself down, and his chest rose and fell slightly, as if pink butterflies were flying out of his heart.
There were a lot of words accumulated in my throat. I moved my lips, but in the end I couldn't say a word...
After the conference, Han Yi will record a New Year's interview, and the video will be posted on the homepage of the group's official website.
It was almost 12 o'clock when the recording was completed. When I walked out of the media recording room, I happened to bump into a large group of people going to the restaurant to eat.
"Hello, Director Han."
"Hello, Director Han."
The employees greeted him one after another. Han Yi went straight to the elevator, took out his mobile phone and sent Xia Yang a WeChat message.
[Han Yi]：Where
The elevator went all the way to the 37th floor, but no reply was received.
Han Yi opened the office door, but there was no one there. He went to the reading room and fitness area next door, but saw no one.
Just as he was wondering, he turned around and saw the shadow of the young man through the glass door of the multimedia room. At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa and watching the projection on the wall.
That was the 3D special effects "Midsummer" panoramic display video he just played in the lecture hall.
Xia Yang's eyes were wide open and she was so focused that she didn't even notice someone approaching when he opened the door.
Han Yi's eyes were soft, he walked behind the sofa, bent down, opened his arms and hugged him.
"Still watching, do you like it?"
"I like it." Xia Yang trembled when he hugged her, raised her head and looked at him, then took Han Yi's hand around her shoulder and asked him to sit next to her.
"I just watched an interview of yours from 2 years ago." His Adam's apple rolled as he recounted the sentence he saw in the interview. "You said before that cruise ship is your lifelong passion, and it is something you pursue endlessly. lifelong ideal.”
"Yes, I said that," Han Yi wrapped his big hand and traced his facial features carefully, "now cruise is still a beloved career, but the lifelong ideal has become you."
"Would you like that?" he asked softly.
Xia Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly, she lowered her eyes, then raised them again, with a gentle look on her face: "Yes."
He had no reason to say no, his heart had long been filled with the man in front of him...
The intertwined eyes began to become hot, and the room without turning on the lights was filled with an aura of charm and ambiguity.
The two hearts connected at that moment, and Xia Yang closed his eyes in acquiescence. The next second, Han Yi's warm breath fell from the corner of his mouth, softness brushing against softness, lingering and lingering.
In the projection on the wall, the "Midsummer" has slowly docked, and the moonlight is shining softly and brightly on the sea level. The dim light reflects the two people's faces and their lips that are tightly pressed together.
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