Chapter 61: The Song of Taotie (I) Sisyphus's Pie. ...
Umbrella City.
A super first-tier city, full of tall buildings, crowded and busy.
The woman on the street advertising screen reached out and smeared the face of a passing overweight woman, smiling and saying, "You deserve better." The woman, startled, waved the hand away, hailed a taxi, and said to the driver, "Let's go to the Entrepreneurship Park."
The driver said, "This advertising screen is so real."
"That startled me," the woman said, opening her powder puff to touch up her makeup. "3D is so real these days."
"I heard there's a story behind this thing," the driver suddenly said mysteriously. He glanced at the woman in the rearview mirror, then glanced at the huge screen outside. "You two look quite a bit alike," he said.
The woman smiled. "Thank you so much."
The woman looked to be about 1.65 meters tall and weighed 140 to 150 kilograms. The high body fat did not show on her face, which made her facial features still clear. She was obviously a fat beauty.
The driver said, "This big screen seems to have some mysterious power. I don't know how many accidents have happened since it was installed."
The woman applied nude lipstick to her lower lip, then pursed and released it, saying nonchalantly, "Really?"
The driver said, "Didn't you watch the news? There have been three car accidents this month, and someone even jumped from a building."
The woman collected her makeup and tossed it into her bag in a mess. She pulled out her phone, checked the time, and said, "Master, can you hurry up?"
"It's not going any faster," the driver said, looking at the back of the car in front of him. "It's rush hour, and it's all stuck here."
When the woman arrived, it was already dark, but the building was still brightly lit.
The weather was very cold. She was wearing a thin black coat that tightly wrapped her body, and a pair of black patent leather high-heeled boots with red soles. Her hair was dyed yellow, and the big curls were flying in the cold wind. The woman clenched the bag in her hand, grabbed the collar on both sides with her other hand, and walked quickly into the huge high-rise building.
As soon as she entered, the woman tidied her clothes and hair, and checked her makeup before the facial recognition gate.
She pressed the elevator button for the 23rd floor. She was the only one in the elevator at this time, and she had a bad feeling.
When she arrived, the room was already full of people. The woman standing in front stopped and waited for her to find a chair in the last row without a table to sit down. The people around her glanced at her vaguely. The woman felt as if they were examining her figure, and felt a little uncomfortable.
Only one of the woman's colleagues was also attending the training, but he arrived early and sat in the first two rows. Bored, the woman opened her notebook and placed it on her legs. This posture was very tiring, and after a while, the soreness became somewhat unbearable. Her shoes were also tiring, and her clothes were a bit too tight. In this extremely uncomfortable state, after two hours of training, she looked at her watch and it was 8:30 in the evening.
Finally it was over, she turned off the computer, and the colleague in front of her gave her a wink, and the two walked out the door together. The colleague was a very slim woman in her thirties, with short hair and beautiful shoulder and neck lines, looking delicate and capable.
My colleague asked, "Xiao Li, why are you late?"
Li Mai said, "I'm stuck in traffic."
"You have to come early," her colleagues said, worried about her. "Don't let anyone catch you."
Li Mai has been in this company for three years. She has heard that the headquarters requires each branch and department to select several new people with potential to participate in training every year as a hint of promotion. However, if she does not seize this opportunity, there will be no chance in the future, and she may even be eliminated directly.
Li Mai also felt that she was unlucky, but she couldn't let herself get caught up in such emotions. She asked, "Where's your client? Is he done?"
My colleague said, "It's already late. I'll give it to Xiao Zhang and ask him to take a look at it for me."
Li Mai was stunned for a moment and said, "I was wondering why you were so fast."
"Don't talk about this. Why are you leaving? It's so late. Should I take you home?"
Li Mai really wanted to say no, but she couldn't. It was too crowded to get a taxi now, with at least dozens of people queuing at the same time. It was too cold outside and she was wearing too thinly. It would be great if she could go directly into the underground garage.
My colleague is not married yet, but her home is in Sancheng, and she lives with her parents. She doesn't have to worry about rent, so she bought a luxury car with a loan. When Li Mai sat in it, the first thing she felt was the smell, which was very fragrant.
My colleague drove very smoothly. She had her own car right after graduation and seemed very experienced. Li Mai sat in the passenger seat, her head resting on the window. She wouldn't normally do this, as it would make her double chin particularly obvious, but tonight she couldn't hold up her skin. Li Mai asked, "Sister Hong, do you think they'll tell the boss I'm late?"
"It's hard to say," Sister Hong said, looking in the rearview mirror and cursing the person who cut her off. "See those management trainees? They're there to keep an eye on you until you make a mistake."
Li Mai said: "But I have clients, and there was a traffic jam on the way back..."
Sister Hong said, "Coordinating time is also part of your job. You can meet with clients at any time. Do you have this opportunity every day?"
Li Mai said, "It clearly says...customers come first."
"Those words are just words," Sister Hong said, "You've been here for several years, and you still believe them."
Sister Hong is thirty years old, which can be said to be in the prime of her life. She works from morning until after eight o'clock in the evening, and probably didn't have dinner at night, but she still looks in good shape. Li Mai can't do this. She may be too fat and have a lot of flesh on her body, or she may be wearing too tight clothes to cover up her obesity, which aggravates her discomfort. Now Li Mai just wants to take off all her clothes and lie on the bed for a while.
Her heels hurt a lot, but she lived in an old building without an elevator, so she barely made it to the sixth floor. The first thing she did when she got home was to take off her shoes and plop down on the soft sofa.
I must lose weight tomorrow.
Li Mai thought to himself.
Early the next morning, Li Mai arrived at his workstation.
She still has a promotional picture to use for the official account that has not been made yet. She was late for training last night because she was discussing the requirements with the client. The revisions should have been completed last night.
The minister also arrived, and the first thing he said when he saw her was, "You were late last night?"
Li Mai's scalp tingled, and he could only say, "It's a little late."
"It's all right," the minister said. "It's nothing serious."
Li Mai: "Has anyone ever been late?"
The minister thought for a moment and said, "It seems not."
Li Mai sighed inwardly and buried her head in her drawings. The director pushed his foot against the ground, slid his stool in front of her, and said, "Have you heard? There's going to be a new person joining our company."
"Really?" Li Mai didn't care much, because it was not a strange thing.
The director said, "I interviewed these two people: a copywriter and a project manager. Oh, and a cleaner."
"Auntie Wang is quitting?"
"My son has given birth," the minister said, "and this time Aunt Song has come. Is this important? I mean, we have two new colleagues."
"So what?" Li Mai felt a little puzzled.
The minister gave her a meaningful look and said, "Very handsome."
Li Mai understood.
The minister said, "Don't you like handsome guys? Do you want WeChat? I've already added you."
"Are you..." Li Mai started halfway through her words, then swallowed them back, thinking it was unnecessary. She simply brushed her hair and buried her head back in her computer. "Minister, this work of mine is really urgent."
The minister said, "You're so resistant when I talk about this. How old are you?"
Li Mai wanted to ask, why don't you dare say such things to Sister Hong? But she felt that the answer was too heartbreaking and cruel for her, so she decided not to torture herself. She still said with a smile, "I'll come to you next time if I need you."
The minister flicked his tongue and winked at her.
The work went on one after another, and when Li Mai looked up and could relax, it was already afternoon. A cup of milk tea was placed on her desk. Li Mai looked up and saw a handsome boy with curly hair, who smiled at her.
"I'll give you some milk tea, please," the boy said. "I'm new here, please take care of me."
Li Mai immediately smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Li Mai."
"My name is Zhang Deng," the boy said, "I'm working at the desk next to yours."
"She looks so unique," Li Mai quickly concluded. "She dresses like a college student and is rather thin. Is her hair permed? Or is it natural?" She looks like she's gloomy, but she seems quite sunny.
Li Mai's gaze didn't linger on his face for long. She turned politely and saw that the milk tea was sugar-free. She smiled and said sincerely, "Thank you."
Zhang Deng was already sitting at his workstation, with only a glass partition between them, just at Zhang Deng's eye level. Zhang Deng smiled and said, "As long as you like it."
Li Mai inexplicably felt that this boy had a very special temperament, which made people want to pay attention to him unconsciously.
Li Mai bit the straw and calculated the calories in the milk tea in his mind. Although it was sugar-free, the cheese in it was very high in calories, and the milk was not low in calories either. It was so sweet, so there must be a lot of non-dairy creamer. A conservative estimate would be at least 200 calories.
A steamed bun contains 170 calories. Drinking this cup of milk tea is worse than eating a steamed bun.
She thought so in her heart, but her mouth was still sucking the milk tea.
Li Mai has always felt that the way to drink milk tea is very evil. It is not like drinking cola directly, nor is it like eating eight-treasure porridge with a spoon. It is sucked with a straw. This action is really suitable for relieving anxiety and makes people unable to stop.
Damn business war, Li Mai thought to himself.
Li Mai's work news never stopped, and people in the group kept sending things that needed to be coordinated. Li Mai looked at the group messages with a vicious look.
Her current job is the full-case design of a pig's trotter noodle shop, which is over 70 square meters and includes menus, table mats, signs, posters, etc. She has completed most of the drawings. The client has decided on the color tone but is not very satisfied with the details. While Li Mai was making the changes, the project manager said that a wall of the open kitchen had been chiseled out and that hanging cloths and advertising columns were needed.
Li Mai tried his best to suppress his anger and asked in the group: "When do you want it?"
The other party replied: "As soon as possible."
Then he asked, "Can it be the day after tomorrow?"
Li Mai consoled herself by telling herself that her 20,000 yuan salary included all the humiliation. She closed her eyes, then opened them again and said, "I can only try my best."
Li Mai admits that her creativity and illustration skills are average, and she is only appreciated by her leaders because she is able to endure hardships and has a stable mood.
The company where Li Mai works is a very well-known enterprise in the design industry. Basically all design students want to work here. Because the company is large, the division of jobs is relatively strict. Li Mai actually likes this division. She is only good at proposals, design and illustrations, and is not good at modeling software at all. If she went to other companies, she was worried that she would be fired directly, so even if she felt very tired, she did not dare to say goodbye easily.
In fact, she was doing quite well in the company. At least her boss liked her very much and ordered milk tea for her countless times when she was working overtime.
Li Mai glanced at the time on his computer. It was already half past five. The boy next to him had already stood up and stretched. Seeing that Li Mai had no intention of leaving get off work, he asked, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
A copywriter earns 4,500 yuan a month. Can you understand the bitterness of her earning 20,000 yuan?
Li Mai looked at him and said, "I still have some work to do."
Zhang Deng saw her screen and was a little surprised. He said, "This design is so beautiful."
Although it is a restaurant that serves pig's trotter noodles, it uses dark blue and white as the main colors. A chubby little girl with a chef's hat tilted to one side and her belly exposed stands in front of a huge pot, stirring with a spoon taller than herself. She stands on the left side of the sign, and the name "Umbrella Tooth Pig's Trotter Noodles" is written on the side of the plate or bowl.
Zhang Deng said, "This little girl is so cute, she can be made into a figurine."
Li Mai smiled bitterly and said, "I'll take what you said as true."
Zhang Deng was surprised and looked at her: "Why do you say that?"
Li Mai said: "The customer is not very satisfied."
"Oh my god," Zhang Deng said, "the requirements are so high, will my slogan be rejected too?"
“What’s your slogan?”
"It's one of the 100 bowls of noodles you must eat in life," said Zhang Deng.
Li Mai said without hesitation: "He will definitely be shot."
"Why?"
"Because this is hot pot." Li Mai said.
Zhang Deng: “…”
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