Chapter 2: Hot and cold face

"No, Master Jiu, I mean..." Perhaps he was too impatient, and Han Qi was a little incoherent.

Faced with Rong Shen's introverted but still forced aura, Han Qi instinctively felt timid.

Master Rong Jiu has never been a truly gentle gentleman.

How could a man with a dazzling and elegant appearance but extremely cold eyes be as gentle as jade?

Typically, he is warm and cold, even... cruel and ruthless.

Rong Shen's deep eyes fell on Han Qi. Before leaving the lounge, he left a sentence, "You can formulate her guidance and treatment cycle and notify her by the way, the treatment cost can be appropriately discounted."

Han Qi knew that there was no room for maneuver, so he had to bend down and answer, "Okay, Master Jiu."

...

Before ten o'clock, An Tong came to the daily magazine on Nangang Road.

She is a part-time proofreader here, and her salary is based on several months of attendance, with a daily salary of 50 yuan.

The editorial department is located on the third floor, and Antong's office is next to the tea room. It is relatively quiet and is also the corner that is most easily overlooked.

"An Tong, there are three press releases and two magazines that need to be followed up. I have sent it to your email address. It will be submitted for review before 6 pm. You can do it and give it to me as soon as possible. If you can't finish it, you can't leave."

At this time, the woman who stretched her neck and shouted was the deputy editor, named Liu Ran, and she was the one who contacted An Tong the most in the department.

In other words, many of the work she doesn't want to do will be thrown to An Tong, who is part-time job in the name of proofreading.

Due to his personality, An Tong rarely refuses, so he nods gently and says ok.

Liu Ran was very satisfied with this and raised his eyebrows to show off to his colleagues beside him.

"You are a bit bullying now. If you have to make so many manuscripts, you have to proofread them for three days. She is a part-time child. How could she finish the review before 6 pm?"

"It's just this part-time job." Liu Ran's face froze and retorted without a smile, "Besides, I've reviewed all those manuscripts. If she didn't come to work two days ago and couldn't complete the task, then wait for the director to deduct her salary."

In the last sentence, Liu Ran deliberately raised the tone.

Even if the distance is far, An Tong can hear it clearly.

Through the station's baffle, she glanced at Liu Ran expressionlessly, with calm eyes in her indifferent eyes. Even if she was silent, it made the other party feel nervous that she dared not look at each other.

As noon approached, An Tong turned off the computer and put on his hat and left the editorial department.

In the elevator, there was a girl with a bad appearance constantly tiptoed to look around. When she saw her, she quickly grinned and waved her hand, "Tongtong!"

An Tong Sulai's depressed and dull eyebrows finally stirred up a slight sensation that could be easily detected.

She is Susie, one of An Tong's few friends.

"I knew you would definitely come to the magazine today. Look, I brought you lunch and steamed pork you like."

Susie said as she handed An Tong the iron lunch box in her hand, her smiling eyes like a crescent moon.

"Thank you." An Tong took the lunch box, and his eyes were stained with a little fireworks.

"Why are you always polite to me?" Susie shook her ponytail and muttered in a low voice, "It's strange."

An Tong didn't answer the conversation, and walked into the elevator with the lunch box in one hand.

Susie followed her and carefully tested, "Tongtong, are you really not going to go back to school?"

Although both of them work in magazines now, their nature is completely different.

Susie is a senior intern, while An Tong is a part-time employee who dropped out of college.

As for the reason why she dropped out of school, Susie didn't know. She only knew that in her sophomore year, An Tong suddenly broke off contact with everyone and had not appeared for a long time.

It was not until half a year ago that the two met again in the magazine.

But at that time, An Tong had changed. She became cold and introverted, like a flower that withered rapidly under the bright spring light, losing all her vitality and color.

The reason is unknown.

In the elevator car, An Tong looked directly at the elevator door and responded in a faint voice, "No plan."

Susie touched the tip of her nose in a daze and looked for a step, "Oh, that uncle and aunt are also quite enlightened. If I dare to drop out of college, my mother can drive me away with one kick."

For a moment, An Tong's pupils suddenly dilated, and his eyes also showed a hollow and out of focus.

Maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, when An Tong's consciousness returned to his eyes, Susie's enlarged round face and the panic that could not be hidden in her expression.

"Tong, Tongtong, are you okay?"

An Tong frowned and closed his eyes to ease, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Are you sure?" Susie looked at the lunch box that was knocked over to the ground, then looked at An Tong's pale cheeks, "You..."

Before Suxi finished speaking, An Tong had discovered an abnormality.

Her brief out-of-control symptoms caused her lunch box to be removed, and the food was spilled all over the floor, and the elevator had already stopped in the canteen on the first floor.

Make a fool of yourself in public, and the advice and whispers around you are inevitable.

An Tong stood like an outsider for a few seconds until she could move freely, and then she squatted down silently and picked up the overturned food in the car with her bare hands.

A small episode has become a topic of conversation for many people after dinner.

In the end, An Tong did not go to the cafeteria, but just carried the iron lunch box that Suxi gave her and left the magazine first.

It was on this day that the careless Susie was a little uneasy. She felt... something was wrong with An Tong.

...

An Tong did not appear again throughout the afternoon.

As it was almost six o'clock in the evening, Liu Ran from the editorial department asked An Tong's phone number with anxiety, "Does none of you have her phone number? No one of you have any WeChat?"

Someone spoke in a tone of watching the show, "You usually have the most docking between you, not even you, let alone us."

Liu Ran slapped the table in anger. Before she could get angry, an email reminder came from her computer.

When I looked down, the sender turned out to be An Tong, and the attachment was three press releases and two magazines that had been proofreaded.

Liu Ran's anger was extinguished in an instant, and he also gave up the idea of ​​going to complain to the director.

But then, while clicking on the email, she accidentally caught a reminder in the upper left corner of the email address: Post email regularly.

In other words, these press releases and magazines were proofreaded before An Tong left the magazine at noon.

After completing the workload of others in two hours, I completed the three-day workload.

With such work efficiency, why bother to work as a small part-time job in a magazine?

On the other side, at dusk, An Tong sat alone under the colorful sycamore tree with flowers and dialed Rong Shen's phone number without hesitation.

"I'm willing to receive guidance," she said.

Next sentence, “Can you get a discount?”

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!