2, The Last Supper
building is the editing room of Perfect Lady. There are two rows of computers back to back in the office area, six in each row. According to the importance of the department and the level of the position, the place farthest from the door is the clothing director and the beauty director, and the two editors of their respective departments sit under them in turn. Then there are the life director and the art director, who is also the editor-in-charge. Lin An'an's position is at the end and the closest to the door. At this time, she would comfort herself that she could walk a lot less near the door.
Because every time her colleague wants to eat something, she goes downstairs to buy it. She also called to ask the courier to order takeaway, and she came to receive it. It's close to the photocopier, so she is also responsible for printing and copying documents. The only difference is that she is the furthest away from the tea room, but when everyone wants to drink coffee, they will still ask her to pour it down.
Yes, readers can see her position in the company - a handyman.
At this time, Lin An'an was not in her seat. There will be an emergency meeting later, and she is organizing the conference room.
After a while, the president came in, looked at the arrangement of the location and the distribution of materials, and asked, "Is the conference room ready?"
"Report to the president, it has been sorted out." She was not qualified to attend the editorial meeting. After answering, she was about to return to her seat to continue working part-time at the front desk, but she was stopped by the president.
"You can also come to listen. It has something to do with you."
Lin An was in full bloom and stood straight behind the president's seat, ready to serve tea and pour water.
After the editors sat in twos and threes, everyone was surprised that today was not the day of the regular editorial meeting. Why did they suddenly call everyone to hold a meeting?
The president whispered softly: "The original President Ling has been promoted, and now the headquarters has transferred a new president for us. Everyone applaud and welcomes..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin An'an clapped his hands desperately with everyone.
"Gu Mingjun, President Gu."
Red, red, Comrade Red Army!
Lin An'an stood there and was completely petrified. Gu Mingjun was unusually calm, looked like he didn't know her at all, and greeted the editor one by one.
The president pulled Gu Mingjun to his side and stared at Lin An'an: "Why don't you pour water?"
"Oh." Lin An'an quickly brought in a glass of water and handed it to Gu Mingjun: "President, drink water."
Gu Mingjun answered quietly: "Thank you."
The president said excitedly, "President Gu used to lead three teams alone in Shanghai. There are no less than 100 people under his hand. Now he comes to us."
"Where are you? The president is too kind."
The president introduced various departments to Gu Mingjun again. In a short time, the room was full of flattery.
Lin An'an couldn't listen to a word and was very anxious. What should she do? Wouldn't she deliberately wear small shoes for me yesterday's attitude towards him?
A new man has come to the office, and as usual, it will become a new topic for girls to discuss.
At noon, Lin An'an and the two editors-in-chief of the beauty department, Xiao Ling and Du Yue, had dinner together. Lin An'an has been thinking about Gu Mingjun, and he has become dull. Fortunately, these two people also thought about Gu Mingjun. In addition, Lin An'an was usually a person who couldn't understand jokes for half a day, and they didn't care.
"The president who came today is much better than the old witch." Xiao Ling first talked about the topic that all three of them were most interested in.
Du Yue laughed as soon as she heard it: "President Ling has only been gone for a few days. You called her an old witch. Who followed up before? However, I still want to thank her, or how can there be so many boys here!"
Indeed, except for Shen Ruo, a female editor in the clothing department, this department and the art department are all boys. There are only 12 people in the office, but one-third of the boys are rare in women's magazines. However, these four boys were all promoted by President Ling's personal interview, and suddenly the rumor that "old witch is a good man" spread among the employees.
Xiao Ling has long been used to Du Yue's poisonous tongue and is not angry. Instead, Lin An'an became anxious: "Mu Yan relies on his own strength to win the director of the clothing department. You don't just want to see him handsome, but also your work ability."
Du Yue smiled even more: "Yes, yes, I actually said bad things about An'an's Muyan, which is simply blind."
Lin An'an's face turned red and said, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you", so she buried herself in eating again.
When Du Yue saw that she stopped talking, she turned her face and said to Xiao Ling, "Speaking of handsomeness, I don't think Gu Mingjun is worse than Mu Yan at all. Mu Yan is only 278, much younger than him, and he should be handsome with capital. But a man is still the same as Gu Mingjun. He is more mature, not to mention that he is a diamond king.
Xiao Ling put down her chopsticks and said seriously, "Don't you wonder why Gu Mingjun was transferred from the Shanghai headquarters to Beijing, and he was still so obviously demoted?"
"Do you know?" Two people asked in one voice. Xiao Ling has a nickname of "Little Lingtong", and she can't hide anything from her in the company.
"Give me two days. I'll find out. The reason must not be simple."
As soon as he got off work, Lin An'an hurried home. Yesterday, because I didn't know Gu Mingjun's identity, I didn't give him any good look. I must please him today. It's not because of renting a house, she has forgotten this long ago. A good relationship with leaders is the first rule of survival in the workplace.
Lin An'an's plan to please is very simple, that is, to cook. As the saying goes, if you want to grab a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach. She intends to grab Gu Mingjun's stomach tonight.
Waiting for Gu Mingjun to hand over all the work from the president, he had already passed the time to get off work, and he was so hungry that he put his chest to his back. When I entered the door, I felt a smell of rice coming to my face, and I had lost more than half of my disgust for Lin An'an last night.
"Have you cooked?"
As soon as she heard Gu Mingjun's words, Lin An'an's hanging heart was finally relieved. She shouted in the kitchen, "President, you can sit down and eat!"
Gu Mingjun took off his suit, loosened his tie, and sat down at the dining table. Lin An'an came out with a large tray.
There is a bowl of rice on the light green painted wooden tray, a small plate of powder that can't be seen anything, and a bottle of soy sauce.
"Where's the dish?"
"This is also a dish. It's the best dinner with rice and dishes - rice mixed with soy sauce!" Seeing that Gu Mingjun still didn't understand, Lin An'an simply took action.
She poured the plate of powder on the rice, drizzled with soy sauce, and then stirred it quickly with a spoon until all the rice grains turned into appetizing black. She scooped up a full spoon and sent it to Gu Mingjun's face.
Gu Mingjun didn't even look at it. He just clicked the small plate with his hand and asked, "What's in it?"
"The leftover instant noodle seasoning yesterday."
Gu Mingjun picked up this dark dish and went straight into the kitchen.
Lin An'an caught up: "I took the chopsticks. "
I only saw Gu Mingjun lift the trash can and pour the rice in. She hugged Gu Mingjun's arm: "Are you worthy of the farmer who planted them with painstaking efforts?"
Gu Mingjun didn't even raise his eyelids.
Lin An'an shouted anxiously, "There was something I didn't want to take out, but it seems that I have to take it this time." After saying that, she ran to the refrigerator and came back with a glass jar in her arms.
"Bang", she put the glass jar on the table, "Rice is a sharp weapon - old godmother!"
"If I were a farmer, I would dig you to death with a hoe." The rice was poured down indisputably.
Half an hour later, a delicate dinner stood opposite Lin An'an's own soy sauce rice and despised it fiercely.
Gu Mingjun secretly celebrated that Lu Xin had left some vegetables in the refrigerator. He didn't seem to see Lin An'an at all and ate it by himself.
Although the food mixed with soy sauce is quite a formal meal for Lin An'an. But in the face of such exquisite meat and vegetables, how could she be willing to eat her own? She looked at Gu Mingjun with soup and ate happily, hoping that he would also ask him to eat together.
Gu Mingjun was well-bred and had no sound at all when eating. Lin An'an saw that he was about to finish a meal and didn't say hello to himself. He thought that if he didn't do it again, there would be nothing.
"This piece of meat seems to be burnt. Let me eat it for you." After half of his hand was stretched out, he was knocked down by Gu Mingjun with chopsticks. He still didn't say a word, as if nothing had happened, and continued to eat.
"Hmm!" Lin An'an took a bite of rice, hummed, took a bite of rice, hummed. After eating, he threw the bowl into the sink and went back to the room angrily.
Gu Mingjun looked at the sink and said silently, "There are still two days left."