Wu Changyun did not agree directly, but promised to bring Chen Yulian into the second echelon after she had worked for a full year. This would be considered an explanation to the company's employees.
As soon as they finished talking, they were trying to get Chen Yulian to join the team, and then Wu Changyun turned around and started to criticize Zhang Guorong.
"You kid, why are you covering for others? If everyone who comes here has to join a certain echelon, what's the point of setting this rule?"
"Hey~, if you ask me about this, I don't know either."
Zhang Guorong waved his hand, made a face and walked away.
Wu Changyun really had no way to deal with this guy. When Zhang Guorong first came, he took good care of this guy. Later, because his work became busier, this guy seemed to have some complaints.
After finishing with Chen Yulian, Wu Changyun had an even more important task to attend to.
This time, Wu Changyun did not invite Liang Jiahui because he didn't want to make a big fuss.
It was already late, and the radio began to broadcast those warm words, and some people requested songs for their loved ones. Whenever this station came on, even the taxi drivers who were busy making money would slow down their nervousness.
In today's Hong Kong, being a taxi driver is a very profitable business. Although you only need to be able to drive to do this job, in today's Hong Kong, most young people dare not even think about owning an expensive item like a car.
Most taxis in Hong Kong are still privately owned and operated, especially in the urban area, where the red taxis have become an iconic symbol.
"Now, let's play the song Mr. Li requested for his wife."
Stephen Chow wears a headset and turns the knob on the console. At this time, the director behind him will receive the signal and play the corresponding song through the radio.
Stephen Chow glanced at his watch. He had just finished recording a children's program in the afternoon and was now basically working non-stop all day.
The reason he does so much work is not because his boss values him so much, but because he is really willing to learn.
When going on location, Stephen Chow learned how to operate the camera and the pan-tilt head. Later, he also learned how to record and save audio, as well as how to use the mixing console.
People around him say that Stephen Chow is a very spiritual and motivated person.
"Xiao Zhou!"
The director made an OK gesture, which meant that work was officially over for the day.
Zhou Xingchi breathed a sigh of relief. He was planning how to find a suitable excuse to ask someone to teach him the functions of the operating table in front of him that he was not familiar with.
Obviously, the director on the opposite side is a very suitable person.
When Stephen Chow went out to the office, he deliberately tried to get close to the director.
"It went pretty smoothly today. Actually, I was a little worried when I first arrived because I've been on many TV shows before."
"It's okay, things here are relatively simple."
"Yeah, there aren't a lot of places to operate."
The most work Stephen Chow did today was adjusting the volume, answering calls and handing over the audio broadcast to the director. These three operations are basically indispensable, and the things involved are really very simple.
And even if he makes an operational mistake, the director will remind him immediately.
"Well, I actually have something to ask you."
"Hello?"
The director answered the phone skillfully, and a woman's voice came from the other end. The director quickly put on the sleeves of his clothes, then waved to Stephen Chow and pushed the door open to leave.
Stephen Chow only said half of his words, but facing the empty office, he could only soften his expression.
Then I remembered that the lights in the office were still on and many machines were running, which were usually done by the director. Maybe the director thought such small things could be handed over to others, or he just forgot about it.
In short, if you ask tomorrow who will be the last one to leave, it will definitely be Stephen Chow.
Stephen Chow had no choice but to start looking for a switch everywhere. If it was just an ordinary electrical appliance, it would be fine. The problem was that there were many devices in the recording studio, and Stephen Chow didn't know how to turn them off. He was afraid of damaging the equipment if he blindly cut off the circuit.
He was hesitating whether to call the director again, but seeing the other party's anxious look, he felt a little uncomfortable.
After all, he doesn't have a wife or children, so he has a lot of free time. This is a good opportunity.
Fifteen minutes passed, and Zhou Xingchi had fixed the power switches of most devices except a large computer case for storage.
Only then did he notice that there was someone waiting for him at the door for a long time.
"Sorry, we're done here."
Stephen Chow had never seen this person before, but he thought that the other person had an extraordinary appearance and did not seem like a hard-working person like him who was at the bottom of society.
"Who are you?"
"I'm just like you."
"oh."
Stephen Chow smiled. His thought process was somewhat different from that of a normal person. He had no idea that Wu Changyun had actually seen through what Stephen Chow was thinking, and that was why he gave the answer he wanted.
Same as me? Then he's just another trainee artist. There are always a few good-looking people among the council members in each term, and this guy in front of me should be one of them.
"Why aren't you off work yet?"
"Me? I got off work a long time ago. I know a good restaurant and I want to share the bill."
"Me? Forget it, what should I eat?"
Zhou Xing breathed a sigh of relief. He originally wanted to refuse decisively because he was really tired after a busy day, but he was curious about the good restaurant the other party mentioned.
"That western-style restaurant downstairs is having a 50% discount right now."
"Fifty percent off? That's so great?"
Stephen Chow often saw people from companies going to that restaurant to discuss business. The decoration there was really quite impressive. In the nearby business district, besides coffee shops, there were many high-end restaurants like this.
"Forget it, the cost is so high."
"It doesn't matter. Twenty or so dollars will be enough."
"Twenty or so? Are you sure?"
Although twenty-odd dollars is still a bit painful, compared with the hundreds of dollars spent in Western restaurants, this sounds like a great value for money.
"You're not mistaken. The extra portion is my treat."
"No, I don't know you."
"It's okay. We'll have to deal with each other in the future. Just consider it as a small loss on my part. Let's be friends."
Stephen Chow was half-heartedly dragged into the western restaurant by Wu Changyun. To be honest, Stephen Chow's mind was full of regrets until he entered the restaurant. What if the guy in front of him ran away with the bill after eating half of the meal, then he would have to bear a sky-high meal fee.
"Forget it."
"Two waiters."
Wu Changyun waved his hand and shouted.
Then a waiter came over politely, looked at the dull-faced Stephen Chow and the extremely handsome guy next to him, and immediately understood who was the backbone.
"This way, gentlemen."
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