Chapter 8: The Wasp Repeatedly Strikes the Autumn Zither String

  Today's answer is just one: I was lazy.

  Zhang Haoran carefully walked into the conference room. How embarrassing! It's all because of his own incompetence, he can't control that mouth of his. What good food is there? At this age, it's really shameful. I don't know if that person who likes to cause trouble has bothered the manager again, and that woman, she's too arrogant... Whether others are arrogant or not has nothing to do with him, but what was he being arrogant about that day?

  Zhang Haoran found a seat in the back and sat down, it was a bit early, he was the only one there. As soon as his butt touched the chair, Musui Xue and Ah Tang walked in.

  Zhang Haoran quickly stood up, and Musi Xue gestured for Zhang Haoran to sit down. Then she looked at the clock on the wall, still five minutes left.

  "That day you drank a lot, but it was okay, and finally woke up at 8 minutes."

  "Sorry!"

  "You don't have to apologize to me, you spat on someone else's body, you should apologize to the person who received your delicious vomit." Musi Xue smiled.

  "Manager, don't scare me, I know I was out of control that day."

  Muzi Xue pointed at the thirty design drafts that Ah Tang had just put down: "As long as this doesn't go wrong, it'll be fine."

  "Are you angry with me, boss?"

  Muxi Xue finally knew why Zhang Haoran had been in the company for five years without any of his works going into production. It wasn't that his work was bad, but it had to do with his personality: "Zhang Haoran, I'm very angry, but after seeing your design, my anger dissipated by half. However, if you continue to be so arrogant, I will get very angry."

  "Manager, I didn't say anything, don't be angry with me." Zhang Hao Ran sat back down.

  Everyone slowly walked into the conference room, and when they saw that everyone was present, Musi Xue glanced at the clock on the wall. Right at 10 o'clock sharp: "The theme of this meeting is next month's Fashion Week. I believe you all have seen the thirty drafts here, and I'd like to hear your opinions on them first. Is there anything particularly satisfying or dissatisfying? Let's start with Jing Qiu."

  Muxi Xue let Jingqiu be the first to express her opinion, no other reason, just because Jingqiu sat opposite her, she happened to also call out Jingqiu's name.

  Jing Qiu heard Mu Si Xue call out her own name and was startled.

  She thought that in this kind of meeting, she was only supposed to listen and not speak. Now that she's been asked to express her opinion, how is she supposed to do it? Apart from knowing that her own piece had been selected, she hadn't even looked at the rest: "I... I think we should let Director Li go first, Director Li is more authoritative."

  "I want to hear your opinion."

  "Sorry, manager! I...I haven't seen those scripts." Unable to bluff her way out of it, Jingqiu could only softly speak the truth.

  "What?"

  "I haven't seen it." Jingqiu raised her voice a little.

  Muxi Snow was taken aback, and she laughed: "Who hasn't seen it?"

  The people below are nervous and have some small things.

  "Who hasn't seen it yet?" Musi Xue raised her voice, almost shouting.

  Except for Li Ping'an, 'Chaihe', and Zhang Haoran, everyone else slowly raised their hands.

  "What's wrong? Jing Qiu! It started with you, why didn't you see?"

  "Should I sew up your mouth?"

  "Slacking off? Alright, that's a reason too... Next one, Frank!"

  Frank repeated helplessly: "Slacking off!"

  It seems like there's only one answer for today, Musui Xue continued asking: "Next one!"

  As expected, today's answer is only one: lazy.

  Muxi Xue returned from the conference room with a slight sense of confusion. Was it because of laziness? Did the company raise a bunch of lazy people? It shouldn't be that simple, and it won't be that simple.

  "Ah Tong! Get Jing Qiu to come to my office right away!"

  Ten minutes later, Jingqiu sat nervously across from Musui Xue.

  "Quiet autumn! Let's get straight to the point. I heard from Zhang Haoran that you submitted a manuscript online using Mu Yin's name, but why did you use another name to submit it and got selected, yet didn't look at the manuscript?"

  Autumn is quiet and still unwilling to speak.

  "I want to hear the truth. If you still want to work in this company, tell me the truth!" Musi Xue felt that she had to put on a managerial attitude.

  Jingqiu was in a dilemma, and after listening to Muxi Xue's implicit meaning, she realized that if she didn't tell the truth, she would have to open herself up. She gritted her teeth and let it out: "It's not that I don't want to look, but I know it's useless even if I do."

  "Why do you still want to submit under another name?"

  "It can be said to be a kind of fantasy for myself, or it can also be said to be a kind of comfort."

  "Why? Why is it useless even after seeing it? Why would submitting with a different name be an illusion?"

  "Our design department has an unwritten rule that whoever's work must go through Li Pingan, and if it is selected by him, almost all of them will have his name added. I don't like my own work to be written with someone else's name."

  "So you want to watch it now?"

  Jingqiu didn't think much of Muxi's words and plucked up the courage to say: "Of course! Manager, you've given me hope, I'll definitely take a good look."

  "If someone asks what you're doing here, how will you answer?"

  "Special punishment. No matter how late it is today, I have to finish reading thirty drafts and write a review for each set of drafts."

  Muxi Xue laughed and said to Zhang Haoran, "Alright then, let's do it your way."

  "Manager?"

  "I'm being serious. Besides, this way you can be safe under Li Ping'an's hands."

  Jingqiu walked out of the office with a helpless expression. She had known it would be like this, and it would have been better if the manager just introduced her to a boyfriend instead. Huang Xingyu saw Jingqiu walking out of the manager's office with a sulky face and pretended to be passing by: "Jingqiu! Not happy?"

  "Would you be happy if you had to write thirty film reviews today?"

  "Huang Xing was shocked: 'Thirty copies?'"

  "Why does the director want thirty finalists? Can't it be ten? No! Five! What's going to happen now, don't even think about going home before 10 o'clock."

  Huang Xingyu looked at Jing Qiu's back and secretly rejoiced: that young manager didn't know anything, he had to tell Director Li quickly.

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  Can you only cook instant noodles?

  Mingde looked at the big dining table with only two bowls of instant noodles: "You can only cook instant noodles?"

  "Qiqi lowered her head and said: 'I cooked it very deliciously.'"

  Mingde almost jumped up: "Who said that yesterday? Who said being good at household chores is just about cooking instant noodles?"

  "I've done a good job, haven't I? The sofa is tidy and the house is spotless from floor to window... Please don't fire me." Qiqi's voice grew softer.

  She really likes it here, can see mountains and sea, everything is in sight, people seem more comfortable too.

  In this year of drifting outside, she had a feeling of going home for the first time, and felt like she was living like a real person for the first time.

  She didn't lie either, the house was spotless.

  Although she has become thinner, she still works very hard and has not been idle for a minute in the past four hours.

  But... instant noodles?

  Instant noodles can only be his meal when he is alone at home, and he will never eat it.

  "What else will you cook?"

  "Pan-fried ham! Egg fried rice! That's all......" seems reluctant to take it out.

  She actually dares to be like him, only knowing how to do these three things?

  "Alright, you make an omelette."

  "There's nothing in the fridge, what can we do?"

  Ming De sighed: "After finishing instant noodles, you go buy vegetables, whatever you can cook, cook it for me to eat tonight."

  "Speak up quickly!" Ming De stopped.

  "Is my task for today just left with buying vegetables and cooking dinner?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Thank you!" QiQi was overjoyed. God still favored her, she met the most handsome and kind-hearted person in this world.

  Is this very happy?

  "Don't forget to clean these up!" Mingde pointed at the instant noodles on the dinner table. Being with her really didn't have to worry about getting out of shape.