Chapter 140: The Secret That Does Not Hurt Your Eyes
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"Yuan'er, we will be walking through alleys later, you must remember to follow me closely..."
"Okay, Mr. Meow, I'm sorry to bother you, but you have to make a special detour for me..."
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Two soft female voices, accompanied by the buzzing sound of the electric car's motor, gradually faded away and disappeared at the corner of Xiaoshibei Alley not far away.
Yan Qing and Zhang Yameng both held thin white porcelain tea bowls in their hands. They stood outside the mansion and watched Miao Miao and newcomer Li Hanyuan ride out on the two electric bicycles.
"It seems that Miao Miao may have to go to the accounting firm of Binwei in the past few days. Also, we have to be careful with such a large amount of money. It is almost the total operating expenses of the Kapok Fund for several years."
While her thoughts were wandering, Yan Qing took a sip of the fragrant Leicha in the cup, a specialty of Changde Taojiang. Naturally, this was brought here specially by Miss Li Hanyuan.
"Tsk! The arrival of Lei Cha and Yuan'er has greatly enriched our breakfast options. The little girl is also very gentle and has a quiet personality. The Liancheng dialect I have been practicing for more than a month has not come in handy."
"There is no doubt that this man is a scumbag! Brother Qing..."
Zhang Yameng suddenly said this in her ear without any warning, startling Yan Qing who looked calm on the surface.
"What did "I" do again, so that I can be accused? Did Lao Zhang find out or hear something new?"
"Lao Zhang, what's wrong?"
Mentally complaining, Yan Qing skillfully managed to display a confused expression and asked Zhang Yameng beside him.
"I'm in a daze again...Who are you thinking about?"
The autumn breeze was blowing, the floral dress was fluttering, Zhang Yameng was holding a thin porcelain cup in her hand, and she smiled innocently at Yan Qing, as bright as a flower.
"It seems I'm too sensitive. Lao Zhang's expression doesn't look like he's talking about me. She's good at everything. She's just like Shao Qing, secretly interested in herself and the buzzing gossip.
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Feeling at ease, Yan Qing's mind has been a little confused these days. He spent two days in a row editing and editing the soundtrack for "Moonlight", plus two hours of Toglovsky style physical training every night.
"Insomnia, exhaustion, the sweet yet annoying first experience of love, and those three demos!"
Yan Qing seemed to know the reason for his confused reaction in his mind.
Currently, September 25th is the fourth day that Yan Qing owns a smart device. Except for playing with it for a while early on Monday morning, he actually has no interest in this device that can access the Internet at any time.
If it wasn't for Ji Xianlin who was still waiting for the demo, Yan Qing, who had insomnia last night, wouldn't have touched the pad pro and recorder and stayed up late to make those three demos.
"Brother Qing! I mean Ah Li..."
With an elegant and light manner, Zhang Yameng picked up her skirt and walked across the threshold.
"Didn't you recommend that she come to me for consultation? The Shanghai man chasing Yi Li is a complete scumbag."
Only then did Yan Qing remember the dinner he had with Yi Li yesterday. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Let me just say, her friend is herself."
Bai Yanqing couldn't help but look back, her ponytail flying, Zhang Yameng covered her mouth and said with a smile: "You probably didn't expose Ah Li on the spot, right?"
"Of course! My emotional intelligence is not that low, I'm just complaining..."
Yan Qing nodded, and about three steps apart, they walked through the corridor and returned to the back room to put down the porcelain cups.
"Ali gave me the mobile phone number of the man from Shanghai. I was in charge of the soulmate app data collection system. I intercepted the comments of some users who often ignored comments and built a database of scumbags..."
Zhang Yameng's voice was as cold as frost, and Zhang Yameng was suddenly so cold that people couldn't feel any sympathy for those in the library: "Unfortunately, this greasy man is among them."
Squeezing out a clear-cut expression, Yan Qing wisely chose to gloat: "That must be punished. Student Yili is actually quite innocent."
"This matter may not be that simple. There is a little problem."
While chatting and walking, the two of them passed through the small front courtyard and stopped at the door of the inner courtyard. When Zhang Yameng pressed her fingerprints, she hesitated for a moment, but she finally expressed her inference.
"I guess I saw the vcr where Ah Li talks about her thoughts after listening to "Talent Co., Ltd." It's really despicable."
Zhang Yameng's words were a little vague, as if they were mixed with some personal information. Yan Qing scratched his head, his expression slightly embarrassed: "I don't quite remember what Yili said in the interview."
Feeling helpless at Yan Qing's quirks, Zhang Yameng imitated Yi Li's tone: "I was 26 years old, living alone in Shanghai before coming to the imperial capital, with no savings, no boyfriend, and a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan.
, a small rented house worth 900 yuan."
As she recounted the story, she folded her hands on her chest, looking miserable:
“I often feel cold and helpless, and sometimes I really can’t hold on anymore…”
"Huhai, as always, used despicable methods, targeting Yili in the imperial capital, and deliberately emphasized that the matter was not that simple... Could it be that people from Pantai were responsible for causing trouble? The secretive Lao Zhang seemed to have some restrictions. It should be the former
The company’s confidentiality agreement and the like.”
Qiqiao Exquisite Heart, Yan Qing interpreted the subtext given by Zhang Yameng in batches, put on a thankful expression, and sighed with sadness: "It would be better to stop the loss in advance. Fortunately, Yili is also cautious enough, so it's okay."
Bai and I wrote the series of pua scripts."
It wasn't until they were almost at the door of the studio building that Yan Qing asked as if nothing had happened: "By the way, have they made any other moves recently?"
With eyes turning, Zhang Yameng glanced at Yan Qing, and she calmly answered: "I haven't noticed it yet."
After entering the door, they looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Zhang Yameng walked slowly to the second floor: "Brother Qing, let's go. Miao Miao told me that my task today is to accompany you to screen manuscripts."
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Shanghai·Xuhui
Pantech 894 Skyline 67th Floor
General Manager Office of Pantech Cinemas
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"Brother Qiu, I'm sorry, that little girl dared to block me..."
A tall man with a beard and short hair was sitting on the armrest of the reception sofa in Yuan Yuqiu's office. He looked at Yuan Yuqiu who was sitting with his legs crossed behind the desk, with a look of frustration and anger on his face: "Hey, I shouldn't have done it at that time.
Your boasting affects your business, so I'm willing to admit defeat."
"The second-generation rich man is a playboy, and his background is exposed by an old maid who has never been in love. It would be interesting to write a script about this plot..."
Sitting slumped in the comfortable boss chair, Yuan Yuqiu couldn't help laughing. He touched his smooth temples and sneered: "By the way, your story of growing a beard to satisfy a girl's hair fetish must be highlighted."
"Brother Qiu, stop talking! This is simply the greatest shame and humiliation in my history of picking up girls..."
Pulling his beard, Zhai Yining looked distressed and said: "It's unbearable. If the news really gets out, how can I have the nerve to go out to pick up girls?"
"What a big deal, it's just a casual move. An Ning, just don't get into trouble, but..."
He stood up and patted Zhai Yining's shoulder to comfort him. Yuan Yuqiu smiled particularly happily: "Things over at Mantianxing are not going well. Uncle Zhai has been in the imperial capital recently. I'm sorry you don't have the guts to chase after him..."
"How is that possible! Let's compare that pear... to us... southern girls..."
After hesitating and hesitating for a long time, Zhai Yining said angrily: "It's just ordinary stuff, just for fun... Labor and management can really travel thousands of miles to the north to deliver..."
"Don't be stubborn, I still don't know your character? And..."
With a playful smile, Yuan Yuqiu said, deftly opening the gap in the blinds in front of him with his fingertips, and secretly peeked into the office of the executive deputy general manager next door.
"Eric, do you have a problem with me?"
Helen, who was plump and graceful, was leaning against the open front door with a dozen documents in her arms. She looked at Yuan Yuqiu expressionlessly.
Following the call, Yuan Yuqiu's handsome face showed a hint of embarrassment: "I'm used to my actions... I just wanted to see if you were there..."
Her blue eyes shone with anticipation, and Helen's eyes flicked playfully towards Zhai Yining, who had been hurriedly transferred to the guest sofa and was sitting upright.
"I was criticizing Aning just now. He has a lot of bad ideas. You said it would be better to just watch TV at home, and he suddenly became angry and wanted to work with the copywriter..."
He tried to continue the previous conversation with Zhai Yining to change the subject: "Aning, tell me, how can I have a bad friend like you who takes pleasure in playing with women."
"Brother Qiu, you are right, I have remembered it all..."
No hint is needed. Faced with the unexpected blame, Zhai Yining is worthy of being Mr. Yuan’s playmate for many years. Practice makes perfect in taking the blame. He expressed his guilt and said: "I will respect girls more in the future..."
"Perhaps this girl doesn't care about you two at all..."
Helen glanced deeply at Zhai Yining with ulterior motives, without even looking at Yuan Yuqiu. After leaving an intriguing word, she closed the door and left.
"Girls from the south will one day get used to the cool autumn weather in the north, and they may also like the straightforwardness of northern men."
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Imperial Capital Shichahai
Yan Qing Studio, second floor
Zhang Yameng's office
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Rubbing her eyes, Zhang Yameng steeled herself and operated the Vila mobile phone and a Mac Pro laptop equipped by the program team on two lines. She still snapped her fingers at Yan Qing coolly.
"Brother Qing, what do you think of this manuscript? I uploaded it to your pad from the cloud."
Noticing that Zhang Yameng's beautiful eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, Yan Qing couldn't bear to say: "Lao Zhang, why don't you go back and rest for a while, I can see it myself."
Pushing the smart device in front of her with ease, Zhang Yameng lowered her head and took out an eyedrop from the drawer. After raising her head and accurately applying two drops to each eye, she smiled at Yan Qing with "teary eyes":
"It's okay, Brother Qing, I just need to take it slow. We have too many submissions now. It's been four hours in the morning and two hours in the afternoon. I really feel like I can't keep my eyes open."
With a playful wink, Zhang Yameng took out a piece of tissue paper and wiped her face with some shyness. Then she reached out and handed the eye drops to Yan Qing: "Brother Qing, do you want some too?"
"Thank you, no, I'm fine."
Waving politely, Yan Qing, who was across the desk, looked away from the pad screen and pointed at his eyes to indicate that there was no problem.
From Zhang Yameng's perspective, Yan Qing's expression remained as usual, and his eyes were still clear and translucent.
With some curiosity, she stood up and walked around behind Yan Qing. She looked at the black backlit screen in Yan Qing's hand. Zhang Yameng suddenly realized: "Brother Qing, you are so smart. When you turn on the night view mode, the backlight of the screen will naturally turn on."
It’s not so dazzling anymore.”
"I'm not! I didn't! What are you talking about!"
With three consecutive denials in his mind, Yan Qing looked innocent: "What is the night view mode? You just brought it like this that day, and I can't adjust it."
"Really? In fact, I always thought you had almost recovered..."
Her expression was slightly exaggerated. Zhang Yameng was a little doubtful, but also a little bit amused. She smiled and said: "It's just that the burden is heavier. It turns out that I guessed wrong. Brother Qing, you are really illiterate in technology."
"What gave you this misconception? Could it be that I picked up the app too quickly when I was working on "Seve"? I tried my best to act."
"I really don't know how to adjust this mode, and this is not a software black screen problem, but the entire system is black."
It was rare for Yan Qing to be the same on the outside, but there were some minor problems with his expression management. Zhang Yameng thought his performance was exaggerated.
"Maybe after Miaomiao downloaded the app for you, she casually switched it to night view mode and forgot to change it back."
Despite mixed doubts, Zhang Yameng finally taught Yan Qing step by step how to modify the new display mode of the system.
"Night Shift mode is a feature added in this version update. You have to modify it in Settings-Display and Brightness-Night Shift Mode..."
Seeing the young man Yan Qing switching back and forth between the two modes like he was doing, and the brightness of the pad pro screen constantly alternating between light and dark, Zhang Yameng covered her mouth and snickered. She reminded: "By the way, it is still a beta debugging version. On the pad, a certain
There will be some missing key problems in some software, but Brother Qing, you don’t use it much, so it doesn’t really matter.”
After saying that, she sat back down and Zhang Yameng also adjusted the brightness of the screen to night view mode, with a softer backlight, and she continued to screen manuscripts for Yan Qing.
"The story of this manuscript is too rigorous, giving me the illusion that the contributor deliberately adapted the script into a novel, and the artificial traces are somewhat obvious."
Yan Qing raised his hand and wrote another article.
"Lao Zhang, you said that Professor Weng still has to go to class, so he definitely doesn't have time, right? Shao Qing, Peipei and the others will probably have a hard time selecting manuscripts..."
He seemed to have no intention of sighing casually: "Fortunately, Li Hanyuan has come over, and the three of them can do it together today."
Putting on a standard funny expression, Zhang Yameng burst into laughter: "Miaomiao and I thought the same way before."
"ah?"
Yan Qing asked confused: "How to say?"
"Han Yuan's main job after joining the job is to do some public relations management and crisis information screening..."
As the introducer, Zhang Yameng naturally knows Li Hanyuan's division of labor and responsibilities very well: "She went to Sister Jing's studio today, probably to take over the management of Weng Huaijing's official fan club and global fan club."
"???"
Perfectly interpreting Dai Penni's "What do you want?" expression, Yan Qing continued to look at Zhang Yameng.
"We asked Sister Qing, and all the manuscripts were chosen by Sister Jing herself..."
Continuing to browse through the private messages, Zhang Yameng responded fluently: "Sister Jing has a habit of flipping through them before going to bed. Basically, she can choose the story she likes by picking out seven or eight submissions."
"But her selections in every issue are wonderful!"
"Talent Co., Ltd." reached its sixth issue, and the backlog of submissions was long and lengthy. Selection gradually became an exhausting task. Yan Qing could not imagine Weng Huaijing's understatement. He couldn't help but murmur:
"And every time the content is meaningful, it feels like it is metaphorical..."
"Yes, I think the quality was the highest when you two exchanged manuscripts in the fourth issue."
The truth is that the speaker is unintentional but the listener is intentional. Zhang Yameng's words invisibly opened up a new communication channel for Yan Qing.
"Yes, I can also talk to her through the form of essay writing!"
His eyes lit up, and Yan Qing suppressed the urge to get excited. He put on an envious expression and asked: "Lao Zhang, can you package all the manuscripts and send them over? I will also try to read the manuscripts before going to bed.
How's the effect?"
"Can Hongyan pass on the message? Of course you can. I will compile a simple plug-in for you."
Although Zhang Yameng laughed like a gossip, she came up with a better idea like a fairy tale: "In this way, Brother Qing, you can enter some keywords to search for the content you want."