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Pan Yue shifted his gaze to He Qiong beside him, nodded slightly, then looked at Zhong Qi and smiled: "I just happened to see her writing a tweet document."
Zhong Qi paused.
Zhu Shiyi was astonished.
Holy crap?
Is Pan Yue... speaking up for her?
“Tell me about your division of labor,” Pan Yue said bluntly.
He crossed his arms, looked at Li Xuan, and showed little expression.
This means the big boss has stepped in and announced that he's going to take charge of this matter.
He Qiong sat up straight silently, propping her elbows on the table.
Li Xuan's hypocritical expression twitched, and his forehead wrinkles twitched.
He wavered his eyes, confusing the issue and downplaying the main point: "The tweet was a joint effort. Xiao Zhu did part of the content copywriting, and I was responsible for the rest of the copywriting, images, and layout."
Pan Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, let out a short sigh, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, a subtle yet meaningful gesture.
He tilted his head, his voice slightly deeper: "Which part of the copywriting were you in charge of?"
"I...I'll be in charge of writing..." Li Xuan's lips twitched, and he stammered.
Pan Yue tilted his head to the other side, his eyelids drooping, and the curve of his lips unconsciously drooped.
Li Xuan's voice trembled.
He opened his mouth.
"Go on," Pan Yue said, gently closing his eyes and focusing his gaze on the distance. He raised his chin.
He sat in the main seat, while Zhu Shiyi sat opposite him, furthest away from the main seat.
It attacked with the sharpness of a hawk.
Zhu Shiyi took a light breath.
The next second.
The owner of the gaze nodded slightly.
It seemed like a silent encouragement.
Zhu Shiyi swallowed hard: "I wrote the part related to the story, while he wrote the section introducing key information."
She then looked at Li Xuan.
Li Xuan's eyes darted around, and he didn't dare to look directly at her.
Even the signature faint smile on his face disappeared.
A soft hissing sound came from beside me.
She's a bit dim-witted, Vicky.
The sound was indeed not loud.
But the atmosphere at the scene was deathly silent.
The whispers were abrupt and extremely eerie.
"Is that so?" A deep voice sounded, Pan Yue's gaze fell, he slowly stretched out his arm, propped himself up on the table, and casually played with the pen next to the table with two fingers.
The questions, devoid of inflection, were calm and unhurried, as cold and indifferent as ice, exuding an invisible pressure that sent chills down one's spine and suffocated one.
Li Xuan felt a chill run down his spine. He panicked for a moment, took a few breaths, but exhaled silently.
"Smack."
A crisp sound struck the table.
The pen pressed firmly under my five fingers, like a giant mountain that controls my destiny, leaving me with no way to escape.
Pan Yue raised his eyes, his sharp gaze piercing like an arrow.
"Think before you answer," he said, squinting slightly. His narrow eyes were like a deep, dark pool, cold and stern, somber and solemn, as if they were about to freeze. "The office surveillance cameras are not just for show."
An undeniable deterrent.
A storm is brewing, and the wind fills the tower.
Li Xuan felt a chill run down his spine.
“In the future,” Pan Yue looked around, his gaze sweeping over the people sitting below, “if I find similar situations happening again.”
He emphasized slightly: "Consequences."
He then loosened the restraints on his fingers: "Arrogance."
The pen rolled forward half a circle.
......
Blood rushed to his brain, and Zhu Shiyi felt so good he wanted to scream.
She tried hard to control her excitement—
I'm sorry, Mr. Pan.
Your divine beauty still scores 100 points in my heart.
No.
It's 120 points!
"Received." Zhong Qi was the first to break the silence.
Then came the chorus of voices from the audience.
He Qiong said, "The cleanliness of the company depends on everyone's adherence to it."
Pan Yue nodded.
He Qiong smoothed things over briefly and continued the meeting.
"Based on existing traffic, the new marketing plan should incorporate Christmas-themed activities..."
Zhu Shiyi's mind wandered, his gaze drifting involuntarily into the distance.
Pan Yue's clothes were crisp and his features were strong. His eyes were focused on the big screen, showing concentration and composure.
Only the seriousness between his brows revealed a hint of the sharpness he had just displayed.
She was seeing his sharp edge for the first time.
Was Pan Yue throwing a tantrum just now?
"...Specific marketing methods are the topic of today's brainstorming meeting." He Qiong tapped the table.
Employee Qin Yu brought over a whiteboard.
He Qiong nodded to him and said, "Everyone is free to express their opinions."
No one responded.
Zhu Shiyi was familiar with the concept of brainstorming meetings.
Brainstorming meetings are a tool for stimulating team creativity.
Reject authority, encourage free thinking, prioritize quantity over quality, conduct post-meeting evaluation, encourage "free-riding," and use viewpoints to drive viewpoints to combine and arrive at the best solution.
The little incident just now was strange, and with the big boss in charge, everyone unconsciously became more restrained.
At this point, all that's needed is for the first person to "take the plunge" and break the ice.
The problem is that brainstorming sessions are sensitive to authority figures. If the leader speaks first, other employees may be hesitant to offer their opinions.
He Qiong frowned almost imperceptibly.
“Start with a promotional campaign,” a male voice broke the silence. “Not only should we promote it on various mainstream social media platforms, but we can also collaborate with KOLs, preferably local bloggers from Jinrong.”
The spokesperson is Li Xuan.
Perhaps because he had just committed a crime, he was now sitting upright, and his voice was unusually calm.
Zhu Shiyi silently clicked his tongue in his mouth.
Deep down, she didn't want to hear his voice.
"Good idea," He Qiong encouraged.
Qin Yu wrote it down on the whiteboard.
Zhong Qi picked up his pen and started writing something in his notebook.
"We need to plan the allocation of KFS (Key Opinion Leader) advertising, release relevant keywords, and index the information feed..."
Pan Yue's eyebrows twitched, and he gave a soft "hmm": "Not bad."
Actually, what I'm talking about are all very basic things.
But brainstorming sessions require unanimous affirmation to encourage participation.
Zhu Shiyi slowly put aside his previous emotions and became serious.
He secretly searched under the table.
What KOLs and KFS?
KOL...Key Opinion Leader?
What a brilliant machine translation!
After reading through it, Zhu Shiyi tentatively interprets it as an internet celebrity blogger.
KFS, Xiaohongshu's marketing model, includes three main modules: KOLs (Key Opinion Leaders), Feed, and Search.
Quietly gaining knowledge.
Zhu Shiyi took out his notebook to take notes.
With the opening remarks, the atmosphere of the meeting gradually heated up.
Over the weekend, He Qiong announced a brainstorming session in the group chat, and Juan Wang even wrote a simple plan over the weekend, which he presented in its entirety at the meeting.
"You can start a live stream on the official account..."
“Christmas activities at each offline branch can also be promoted together, but the focus should still be on the restaurants and bars. We can transform the performance atmosphere for Christmas and create a small-scale themed livehouse.” Zhong Qi also spoke during the discussion.
Unbeknownst to many, some general plans and directions have already taken shape.
The pace of speaking at the meeting gradually slowed down.
Upon hearing Zhong Qi's viewpoint, Zhu Shiyi unconsciously drifted off into his own thoughts.
Are you hosting a Christmas livehouse at a meeting?
There's a Christmas jazz song that she really likes.
I really want to listen to livehouse music!
But this time, she has to work behind the scenes.
Her fingers unconsciously curled a strand of hair.
Jazz.
"The Golden Cup Jazz".
Zhu Shiyi straightened up in an instant.
The drinks menu at Meeting, and the ones she wrote in her tweets, all have the name "Jazz".
How about organizing an offline Christmas jazz concert?
She also wanted to speak.
The atmosphere at the meeting was rather somber.
Zhu Shiyi was anxious.
I should have said so sooner! Now no one's saying anything, it's so awkward.
The main problem is that she doesn't know if her views are feasible.
Although no one at the meeting criticized her views.
But she didn't want to tell anyone what was going on.
Zhu Shiyi's gaze swept past Pan Yue.
He happened to be looking at her.
Zhu Shiyi blinked unconsciously, without looking away.
Pan Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Zhu Shiyi grinned, slightly baring his teeth.
Pan Yue lowered his eyes and stopped looking at her.
Zhu Shiyi scratched his face, not having a chance to look away.
Pan Yue lifted his eyelids again.
A slight smile appeared on his face.
He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, and his entire head moved almost imperceptibly.
As if seeing through her hesitation, he encouraged her to speak.
A heart secretly gave her courage.
Zhu Shiyi took a deep breath and looked around.
My colleague is speaking.
She waited patiently for the other person to finish speaking, straightened her left arm, raised her right arm, looked at He Qiong with unwavering eyes, and began to speak.
"Regarding the offline event plan," Zhu Shiyi raised her hand, "we can do a Christmas jazz livehouse."
The corners of her mouth curved upwards slightly.
Pan Yue turned his head and looked directly at Zhu Shiyi.
A college student fresh out of school.
When giving a speech, you also have to cosplay as Ultraman.
I wonder if she can shoot out laser waves?
“What I was thinking was that the drinks menu included jazz, Christmas songs, and quite a few other things related to jazz,” Zhu Shiyi suddenly realized. “Since we want to continue the momentum from this event, the promotion should be related to the story.”
Pan Yue, sitting across from him at the table, stopped smiling and lowered his chin slightly.
He wasn't wrong about it.
Her creative soft skills are indeed excellent.
“Very good,” Zhong Qi leaned forward. “Tell me about it.”
Zhu Shiyi put down his hand and became bolder: "In terms of form, we can make a short story film, shoot the story of the tweet into a promotional video, and combine it with Christmas music to convey the bar atmosphere in the story."
She added, "The storytelling atmosphere is also the brand atmosphere, which is beneficial to other stores as well."
Pan Yue silently propped his chin up, joining the discussion for the first time: "Other content in the VI system can also be filmed."
Zhu Shiyi's eyes were suddenly covered.
What VI? She only knows AI.
I'll have to check that later.
“Christmas jazz performances can be used as a keyword for traffic generation,” other colleagues added.
"We've made Marigold Jazz our signature Christmas limited-edition cocktail..."
......
The meeting has ended.
Pan Yue pushed open the door and left.
Zhu Shiyi looked away.
The tasks for this week are basically finalized.
Good news: Zhu Shiyi is finally on the table.
One of her tasks was to write scripts for promotional videos.
Bad news: She still has to stay in the same group as Li Xuan.
Ugh. I'm a little annoyed.
As Zhu Shiyi packed up her things and returned to her workstation, she glanced in Li Xuan's direction.
The moment they exchanged glances, Li Xuan immediately looked away.
Zhu Shiyi used hypnosis to let go of his resentment.
She's not the one who did something wrong, so why is she wasting her energy and emotions?
afternoon.
Li Xuan took the initiative to contact her.
In Zhu Shiyi's mind: Get lost! Slap him twice, give him a cold.
Zhu Shiyi's expression: "Hi!"
It's all about human relationships and social interactions.
Li Xuan assigned her a separate task, and the two had a clear division of labor.
They never mentioned the past.
Zhu Shiyi, not wanting to make a fool of himself, replied in a businesslike manner: "Okay, Brother Xuan."
Zhong Qi happened to be passing by: "Shiyi, come to my office, copy the documents and take them to be printed."
"Okay." Zhu Shiyi took the USB drive and followed Zhong Qi into the office.
The deputy minister's office door closed.
Zhong Qi picked up another USB drive from the table and handed it to her.
Zhu Shiyi was taken aback, then took it.
Zhong Qi sat down and said, "I've seen the surveillance footage."
Zhu Shiyi tilted his head, realizing what was happening.
She didn't know what to say.
"How was your work today?" Zhong Qi's voice remained serious.
Zhu Shiyi guessed that Sister Qi was probably afraid that this incident would create a rift between her and Li Xuan, affecting her work efficiency.
"I'm fine," Zhu Shiyi stated first, then after a second of consideration, she added tactfully, "Brother Xuan assigned me a task, and I will complete it well."
She added, "From now on, I will make sure to back up my files."
Zhong Qi rested her chin on her hand and gave a soft "hmm": "Your work performance is good."
"I have high hopes for you," Zhong Qi said with a smile. She nodded slightly and said, "If you have any problems at work in the future, you can come and ask me."
"Okay, Sister Qi," Zhu Shiyi replied.
Do you think she has potential?
Is the leader just being polite, or is he telling the truth?
......
There are quite a few tasks to complete today.
Zhu Shiyi hadn't finished writing the script by the time he got off work.
Creative endeavors should not be abandoned halfway.
Zhu Shiyi decided to work overtime.
In early winter, darkness falls quickly. Before seven o'clock, it's already completely dark.
At 7:30, He Qiong, carrying her bag, was about to leave work and casually asked, "Shiyi, aren't you leaving get off work yet?"
"I want to finish writing the script," Zhu Shiyi replied.
He Qiong exchanged a few polite words and then left.
At this moment, the office was brightly lit, but empty except for Zhu Shiyi.
Looking at the script she hadn't managed to produce much of, Zhu Shiyi typed and deleted, then typed again and again. She sighed deeply, feeling dejected.
I'd rather leave work earlier!
But the words have already been spoken...
She patted her forehead and cheered herself up.
Fight on!
Suddenly, a few footsteps sounded at the door, unusually crisp.
Zhu Shiyi looked up.
Pan Yue paused.
He tilted his head slightly, pulled his suit jacket down, and walked towards her.
Zhu Shiyi felt inexplicably nervous.
She stood up, forcing a smile that revealed a few teeth: "President Pan."
An empty office, a friend becomes a boss.
This feeling is extremely strange.
“In private, just call me by my name,” Pan Yue nodded. “Why aren’t you off work yet?”
"I want to finish writing the script for the promotional video first," Zhu Shiyi sighed softly, "I'm a bit stuck on the ideas."
The video content needs to be rich enough; it's quite different from the simple story we heard before.
Pan Yue took a few more steps and said, "Let me see."
He walked up behind her.
The figure was enveloped in the blazing light.
An unfamiliar warmth enveloped me, hesitant and distant.
Pan Yue stood beside him, slightly bent over, and reached out to grasp the mouse on the table.
Zhu Shiyi froze for a moment.
The mouse wheel made a "clicking" sound.
Zhu Shiyi scratched his collarbone.
The sweater is sticking to my skin and it's a little itchy.
She scratched her right finger joints again.
Why does it itch too?
I haven't been in contact with any fabric that generates static electricity...
Zhu Shiyi was slightly distracted.
A tingling sensation in the knuckles, as light and ethereal as a feather.
There seems to be a kind of gravitational pull, omnipresent and unavoidable, yet untouchable and elusive.
She couldn't help but glance at him sideways.
A rugged landscape came into view.
“Looks good,” Pan Yue turned his head to the side, his voice calm. “If you can’t write out the storyboard format, just leave it for now.”
Zhu Shiyi forgot to say anything.
Zhu Shiyi's eyes felt inexplicably dry. She blinked and met a pair of dark eyes.
In the vast, boundless ocean, her reflection shines brightly.
A faint warmth, like a gentle breath, brushes against the skin.
The fine downy hairs on her cheeks seemed to sway as well.
Zhu Shiyi froze, then suddenly held his breath.
The warmth behind me vanished in an instant.
Pan Yue straightened up: "Didn't you say you were recruiting a filming team?"
Zhu Shiyi immediately snapped out of his daze: "Yes."
"Leave professional matters to professionals." Pan Yue moved his hand away from the mouse.
Zhu Shiyi quietly clenched his fist.
"Have you had dinner?" Pan Yue's voice softened slightly.
"Not yet." Zhu Shiyi shrank his neck.
Pan Yue slightly furrowed his brow.
Zhu Shiyi returned the courtesy: "Have you eaten?"
"I'm about to go."
Zhu Shiyi responded with an "oh".
When it came to food, she did feel a little hungry.
"I'll order some takeout." Zhu Shiyi picked up her phone and opened the takeout app.
Pan Yue gave a soft "hmm" and walked towards Zhong Qi's office.
Zhu Shiyi ignored Pan Yue and continued looking at the takeout orders.
But I couldn't muster any appetite.
It feels like it's always the same few things over and over again.
She silently turned off the screen and put down her phone.
"The signed contract is there," Pan Yue said as he came out of Zhong Qi's office. "Please remind Director Zhong tomorrow."
"Okay," Zhu Shiyi replied.
Pan Yue's gaze swept over them: "Have you ordered takeout?"
"No," Zhu Shiyi pouted. "The takeout doesn't look appetizing. I don't know what to eat. I'll think about it later."
Pan Yue paused for a moment: "Until what time do you finish working overtime?"
"I don't know," Zhu Shiyi leaned back and sighed. "I'll leave as soon as I finish writing. It'll probably take an hour or so."
"Eat after get off work?" Pan Yue asked.
"Probably."
Pan Yue lowered his eyes, his lips pressed into a straight line.
A few seconds later, he looked up and said, "Wait."
After saying that, he strode off without looking back.
Zhu Shiyi was stunned: "Huh?"
The other party had already disappeared.
What the heck?
......
It's really baffling.
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