Yuan Fangmin’s design skills are indeed good. The computer is so flexible in his hands that it seems like his own brain is thinking.
"Brother, we have already made two. Would you like to take a look?" Yuan Fangmin asked after saving the file.
Yuan Fangguo nodded, "Okay, show it to me."
Soon, Yuan Fangmin opened the playback software and played the video they made.
After Yuan Fangguo looked at it, he couldn't find any flaws.
"What's this dubbing?"
"It's Sister Tingting's dubbing." Yuan Fangmin said.
"I was wondering why you were so professional." Yuan Fangguo said with a smile.
Ma Tingting was also a little embarrassed. "Mr. Yuan, I'm just making do. I'm far from the level of professionals."
"Sister Ting is too modest," said another unshaven young man. "I think Sister Ting's dubbing is the perfect finishing touch."
"I think you mean to say that it's superfluous." Ma Tingting giggled.
"How is that possible?" said the young man.
"That's right, just produce it according to the quality of these two videos. Remember, it can't be too long." Yuan Fangguo said finally.
Yuan Fangmin and the other young people couldn't help but nodded.
When I walked out of the advertising company, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.
"Let me take you home." Yuan Fangguo said to Ma Tingting.
Ma Tingting chuckled, "Mr. Yuan, you have to take me home, otherwise I guess I can only walk back."
At this time, there were no buses left, and even taxis were few and far between. After Yuan Fangguo sent Ma Tingting home, he drove back home.
By the time he finally lay down to rest, it was already one o'clock in the morning.
Just as I fell asleep, my cell phone suddenly rang.
There was a call in the middle of the night, it must be something urgent.
Yuan Fangguo was startled and quickly reached out to pick up the phone.
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