Jiang Yu opened her eyes, rubbed them, and turned over. "I want to sleep."
That's the voice. Every time Chen Cixiu called her for breakfast on the weekend, her voice always managed to drive him crazy.
Soft and chewy.
It sounds really good.
Jiang Yu seems to have many tones, and can unlock a different tone for every scene.
Chen Cixiu put down his breakfast and said, "Then get up and eat."
There was no response.
Chen Cixiu went outside and made a shushing gesture when he saw the camera, afraid of waking Jiang Yu who was sleeping.
The door was closed.
Chen Cixiu looked at them and said, "You guys came so early, you probably didn't get much sleep last night."
I'm so touched, bro.
Surprisingly, some people are still paying attention to these corporate slaves.
"It's quite difficult. My company's employees don't start work until nine o'clock."
Kill him.
Now, immediately.
I thought it was to stand up for them, but it turned out to be a gentle knife.
"Oh, what time do you usually get off work? You can't really film until late at night without changing the crew, can you?"
The team members filming were disheartened.
"Actually, if you don't mind, you can come work for me. I work from 9 am to 5:30 pm and have weekends off."
Chen Cixiu's nonsense is beyond Wu Cheng's ability to do.
He's not a junior student; we were supposed to be recording a variety show.
Why are you trying to poach my people?
And it even looks quite decent.
"Teacher Chen, what are your salary and benefits like?"
Chen Cixiu immediately said, "Each position is different, but I'll just mention one thing: our receptionist earns six thousand a month, plus five social insurances and one housing fund."
Six thousand?
This made many people green with envy.
This is a salary and working hours that many people envy.
"Ahem, we're recording a show, bro."
Wu Cheng's words came through the walkie-talkie.
Chen Cixiu shrugged and started eating breakfast.
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