This is fried to a really good consistency!
Lin Duole led Jonathan to the Yunhe conference room and sat him down at one end of the long table near the television.
Feng Siyu was already seated next to the indoor TV, using the remote to access the final version of "Yan Ge Xing" that she had just received from the post-production company. She adjusted the playback order, selected the first episode, scrolled to the very beginning of the video, clicked pause, and then handed the remote to Jonathan.
The handing motion was a little stiff. Jonathan probably wanted to help Feng Siyu relax, so he winked when they made eye contact. But it backfired, making Feng Siyu blush and tremble. Before she knew it, the remote control fell between their hands.
Jonathan was quick-witted and caught it.
"Oh, sorry Janus!" Feng Siyu covered her mouth, her face turning even redder.
"How could I let such a lovely lady apologize to me so easily?" Jonathan shook the remote control in his hand. "It's my fault for being too slow and not catching it properly."
Jiang Songhe, who had been standing silently to the side, clicked his tongue.
Seeing that her boss looked unhappy, Feng Siyu immediately retreated to the corner and adjusted the video camera on the tripod: "Janus, could you please put on the lavalier microphone and say a few words? I need to test the sound recording."
Jonathan's perfect smile remained unchanged. Looking at the camera, he cooperatively pinned a small black cube from the table to the collar of his motorcycle jacket and said, "Is your CEO Jiang usually this intimidating?"
Jiang Songhe: "..."
Feng Siyu: "..."
"Janus! Have some fruit!" Lin Duole seemed to want to ease the awkward atmosphere, so he quickly pushed the various fruit and vegetable boxes on the table toward Jonathan. "We're very casual, you can eat and watch later!"
Jiang Songhe pursed her lips, preventing herself from making a "tsk" sound.
"How thoughtful, thank you, Dorothy. But if I eat this, won't the crunchy sound be absorbed along with it?" Jonathan suppressed a laugh, pointing to the melon in the food box, and then to the microphone on his chest.
Lin Duole: "..."
Jiang Songhe sighed and finally said, "Feel free to eat if you want, they'll cut it out later."
"Yes, yes, you can cut it! And, what's thoughtful is President Jiang!"
Who says this employee lacks common sense? This employee is fantastic!
"..." President Jiang, who had been unfairly burdened with this sweet burden, choked up. After a long while, she managed to steady herself and said, "Standard hospitality."
"Huh, what's with the static?" Feng Siyu took the earphone out of her ear, then put it back in, repeating the action several times as if she didn't believe it. Everyone else present looked over, and Feng Siyu's red face turned pale.
"What kind of noise?" Jiang Songhe frowned slightly as various minor incidents had delayed things for too long. He walked over and raised his hand to Feng Siyu's ear level. Feng Siyu placed an earphone cord on Jiang Songhe's palm.
Jiang Songhe straightened the wires, pinched the earphones, and put them in his ears. After listening, he asked, "Signal interference. Have you used this microphone before?"
"It's been used. Our team even took it to shoot an outdoor scene yesterday."
"Try the spare one."
"Okay, I'll go get it from my workstation..."
Just as Feng Siyu was about to leave quickly, she heard Vasin, who had been sitting at the table opposite Jonathan and had been acting as if he wasn't there, say "Oh".
Vasin pulled his phone out of his coat, tapped the signal bars on the screen with his index finger, then tapped Jonathan's direction, before spreading his other four fingers and making a wavy gesture: "Manr."
Yunhe and the other two: "..."
"Oh." Yunhe and the other two didn't understand, but Jonathan understood it immediately. He also took out his phone and translated for Vasin, "We activated international roaming before leaving Manr."
"Maybe it's our signal interference. Why don't we turn it off and you try again?" After saying that, he turned off his phone, and Vasin followed suit.
“Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be,” Jiang Songhe retorted, not only because of scientific theory, but also because the repeated use of the word “we” sounded strangely jarring. “You should go first…”
"Alright!" Feng Siyu had returned to her position at some point and retested the system.
"..." Jiang Songhe hung the headphones on the tripod handle. "Now that it's ready, let's begin."
"Lin Duole, come to my office and pick up the prepaid card for He Family Restaurant."
-
After adjusting the video camera on the tripod and turning on the two GoPros on the table, Feng Siyu told Jonathan that "just give a natural and genuine reaction when watching the show" and "you can call me from the front desk if you need anything." Then, she reluctantly left the conference room.
Once only the two of them remained in the empty room, Jonathan took a deep breath, adjusted himself to a focused work state, and snapped his fingers crisply to give the video audio and video a clear indication.
Then he read the opening remarks from the ceramic teleprompter in Vasin's hand. After reading the last sentence, he turned his body towards the camera on the tripod and pressed the play button on the remote control...
As soon as Feng Siyu returned to her workstation in the office area, she was surrounded by a group of people.
"What did Janus say to you guys inside?", "Did he speak Chinese or English?", "Was he more eager to speak Chinese than English?", "Did he try to get autographs or take photos with you?"...
The publicity team and production team members bombarded the audience with questions, their voices low but dense, creating a buzzing soundscape.
"Her skin looks like a peeled hard-boiled egg," "Her hands are beautiful and her eyelashes are so long," "She smells so good," "Even when she speaks to a dog, her words are full of affection," "She's so friendly and generous, and she even called me 'cute lady'..."
As if afraid that the impressions left by the superstar might turn into butterflies and fly away at any moment, Feng Siyu did not answer the questions in the order they were asked. Instead, she meticulously broke down and recounted what she had seen and heard in the order of her brief encounter with Janus.
As Feng Siyu's sharing became increasingly subjective, the chatter among the crowd gradually shifted from the initial eager curiosity and buzzing to envious, jealous, and resentful groans and howls.
"Janus is quite humorous!"
“He asked me,” Feng Siyu noticed the change in the tone of voice, a smug and slightly smug expression appearing on her face. She coughed lightly, her fist clenched to cover her mouth, and then raised her voice slightly, “'Is your CEO Jiang always like this…'”
That was the end of it.
Thinking she was deliberately flirting and keeping everyone in suspense, the others became even more envious and impatient, waving their hands and urging her to hurry up and continue: "'Is everyone like this?' My sister? My only sister?!"
Feng Siyu's gaze flew higher and higher, until it reached the top of her head, at which point she suddenly stood up from her workstation and laughed loudly and awkwardly, "Of course they're all so brilliant! Hahahaha..."
Following Feng Siyu's slender figure, everyone abruptly stopped talking, smoothly swaying back to their workstations in their swivel chairs, just like that famous saying that embodies team spirit—
"When gathered together, they are a blazing fire; when scattered, they are a sky full of stars."
"You were looking for me, Mr. Jiang?" Feng Siyu looked at Mr. Jiang with one eye and at Lin Duole beside him with the other.
Lin Duole quietly took a step back, half-raised her forearm, her fingertips touching her throat, and gave a soft, lingering smear.
Feng Siyu swallowed.
Mr. Jiang's lips curled up, but it was hard to tell whether he was smiling or twitching.
"Come to my office too."
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Jiang Songhe was actually mentally prepared that if Jonathan came over, the company would most likely be unable to concentrate on work.
It was almost noon, and after the dinner, none of the twenty-odd people were really settled. Why not use the dinner as an excuse to book two private rooms and let them chatter away to their hearts' content?
Jiang Songhe was overwhelmed by various unforeseen events that year, and they weren't exactly having an easy time either, so they decided to treat this as a paid team-building activity.
Jiang Songhe called Lin Duole and Feng Siyu to his office to hear their thoughts on the promotion of "Yan Ge Xing" after the Jonathan's reaction footage was filmed.
Since the publicity team was responsible for the later stages of the work, Jiang Songhe first asked Feng Siyu.
As a result, Lin Duole from the production team suddenly bent over and let out a wail, as if he had been attacked by some delicate and fierce ghost.
Jiang Songhe raised an eyebrow and looked up at him: "Do you have a problem?"
But it was Feng Siyu who answered first: "His throat is itchy."
Jiang Songhe ignored him speechlessly and said, "The private room for the dinner is almost booked. You can relax this afternoon, now let's get down to business."
Feng Siyu understood the boss's unspoken meaning, and with a sudden surge of energy, she began her work report with a bright smile.
In short, Feng Lin's report stated that #Qiao Naxi Yan Ge Xing reaction# will be divided into several episodes based on the duration of the effective materials, and will be released on the official Weibo account of "Yan Ge Xing" following key milestones such as the drama's promotional data reports. The promotional team's major accounts will also repost the content simultaneously.
We'll first cut out a teaser trailer and show it to the platform's investors at a screening event. Once the annual film slate is released online, we'll update it on the official Weibo account of "Yan Ge Xing" with the hashtag, and at the same time, officially announce the voice of international superstar Janus.
Jiang Songhe had no objection to the above schedule, except for the question of whether to reserve space for commercial segments in the promotional video content.
It's easy to imagine that this will be a considerable source of revenue.
Jiang Songhe did not agree, only replying that the situation involved cooperation with top foreign celebrities was complicated. He then sent the two out to call the heads of other departments, who each led their teams to Hejia Restaurant for a meal.
...
The news that "we'll have a big lunch together and then head straight home" spread around the clock. Soon after, a chorus of "Thank you, General Manager Jiang!" erupted from the office area, and the staff quickly packed up their desks and chairs and rushed towards the company entrance with their friends.
Passing through the main conference room, they all seemed like childish ghosts who had played tricks on Halloween and then ran away, stopping to regretfully shout "Bye Janus~~~~" at the tightly closed double doors before finally quickening their pace.
Once the commotion on the entire floor subsided, Jiang Songhe came out of his office and walked to the door of the large conference room.
I noticed that Sister Zheng didn't go to the dinner with the rest of the group; she was still sitting at the front desk.
"Sister Zheng?" Jiang Songhe turned around and asked, "Why didn't you go? Do you have something to do later?"
"Oh, it's alright, it's alright! It's not appropriate for me, a cleaning lady, to go." Sister Zheng rubbed her rough hands, stood up and smoothed the hem of her cleaning uniform. "The kids said they're taking the afternoon off, so I'll just tidy up the restroom work area a bit more, and then... I'll go home?"
The way Sister Zheng asked for consent made Jiang Songhe feel a sudden pang of sadness. He pursed his lips and insisted, "What are you saying? You're always the first to arrive and the last to leave. No one is more suitable to go than you."
After a pause, Jiang Songhe gave Zheng Jie a clear answer: "No need to clean up, it won't make a difference this afternoon. You can go home and rest after the meal, just like them, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."
"No, no, oh! Actually, I brought my own lunch!" Sister Zheng bent down and retrieved a thermal lunchbox from under the front desk, opening the lid to show Jiang Songhe. "I don't really like what you young people eat, so I only like what I make myself!"
"Wow, did you make this yourself, Auntie? Mmm~~~~" Jonathan came out of the door at some point, and followed the smell to the lunchbox in Sister Zheng's hand. "It smells so good."
Jiang Songhe: "..."
"Would you like to try some?" Sister Zheng's eyes lit up when praised by the customer. She said she had just washed her hands, but her fingertips still unconsciously rubbed the tissues on the table to wipe them a couple of times. Then she held the stainless steel chopsticks on the lid of the box very far back, leaving plenty of room for Jonathan to take them.
Perhaps unsure how to address this top celebrity who had traveled from afar, he pondered for a moment and then warmly greeted Jonathan: "Jonathan?"
"Thank you, Auntie, it must be delicious!" Jonathan readily accepted the chopsticks.
And they simply took Zheng Jie's entire lunchbox away.
Jiang Songhe: "..."
Sister Zheng: "..."
Jiang Songhe couldn't hold back any longer and forced a smile as she squeezed out, "Sister Zheng is just being polite to you, what... what kind of talk is this?"
"It's alright, it's alright!" Sister Zheng seemed to accept Jonathan's directness quickly, and said with the kind of look one would give a VIP guest's unruly child, "I'm very happy that Jonathan doesn't mind."
Seeing Jonathan stuff a bunch of broccoli into his mouth, Jiang Songhe realized there was no way to turn the situation around. Helpless, he took out his phone and said apologetically to Sister Zheng, "I'm sorry, Sister Zheng, let me order you the same dish for takeout!"
Sister Zheng looked troubled, but the "mischievous kid" started to joke again: "Why don't you just let Auntie eat with her colleagues? No takeout is as fast or delicious as dining in."
Jiang Songhe paused, his thumb hovering over the food delivery app screen. A few pixels curled up at the corner of his lips as he locked his phone. Then, he looked up and solemnly agreed, "You're right..."
"The company dinner is at Hejia Restaurant, which is opposite Yongtong. It's a Beijing cuisine restaurant. Since you're from Jiling, you should be able to enjoy the food."
Sister Zheng's lunch had been robbed, and she didn't want her boss to spend any more money on her, so she smiled awkwardly and finally took off her cleaning uniform: "Then I... thank you, President Jiang."
...
Jiang Songhe and Jonathan stood side by side on the side of the front desk, watching Sister Zheng fold the cleaning uniform and put it in the drawer. Then, Sister Zheng picked up her nylon handbag and walked towards the company's automatic door.
"Hmm~~ Auntie's cooking looks better than someone else's." Jonathan used his eyes to evenly thicken the sauce in the box of food.
"My name is Sister Zheng, and you call me Auntie?" Jiang Songhe waved goodbye to Sister Zheng as she stepped out of the automatic door, while gritting her teeth and muttering to herself.
"Otherwise what? I'm ten years younger than President Jiang, is it wrong to call him that?" Jonathan crossed his chopsticks and waved his hand, also responding in a ventriloquist voice.
"." That's right, but Jiang Songhe's heart still clenched. Seeing Sister Zheng disappear through the closed automatic door, she put down her hand, prepared to turn around and go back to her office to digest the pent-up anger from being rebuffed, and said, "Whatever."
As soon as I turned around, someone stood on my tiptoe and kissed me on the lips.
My heart skipped a beat again.
The man acted as if nothing had happened, shaking his head and humming and hawing while holding his lunchbox, spouting nonsense.
"Hey, is this fried fish? It looks like real fish..."
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