If you follow the trail, you must marry, the female president is relying on me

Chapter 55 Wouldn't it be better to keep a distance? (Seek to follow up)
It's better to explain.

Although there will still be strange eyes, but the relationship between the two is afraid that others will think about it, and they will think about it. If you don't explain it, they don't know how many 8 o'clock dramas they can make up in their heads.

Fang Yun is also very serious these days.

Seriously run in the Graphic Group, Mingyi Media and three places.

He was absorbing things like crazy.

To be honest, when a person has a goal and wants to work towards it, he feels that he is strong.

"Build a company! Make it bigger and stronger!"

Fang Yun was quiet, and finally figured out what he was going to do after being favored after so much trouble.

To be honest, Fang Yun was very grateful for the banquet, and also for Qin Yiren.

In fact, he hadn't thought about it too much before, maybe just rely on the things in his head and live well.

But now he is a little bit reconciled, he is not reconciled just to live a good life, just like he wants to live to the top. He wants to use the things in his head to do things and make a career.

It's unrealistic to say that it surpasses an invincible giant like Ming Yi, but what to say, he has to let others call "Brother" convincingly without mentioning Yi Ren.

So Fang Yun started to pluck wool. He is learning Mingyi Media's management model and the company's structure.

Coincidentally, the cooperation of Xianjian has already started to discuss, and the cooperation with Mingyi Media has basically been finalized.

"First set up a media economic company."

The first step Fang Yun set for himself. Nonsense, he has a natural advantage in running an economic company.

In this line of work, he is one of the few who can rely on the content to make a wonderful career in this era.

"Time flies so fast, it's another year's Dragon Boat Festival in a flash."

In the office, Fang Yun was rarely idle these days, listening to Sang Mei stretching her waist and yelling.

That's right, it's June 6th, and it's almost the Dragon Boat Festival this year.

Half a month has passed since my aunt's birthday last time.

Apart from work, Fang Yun and Qin Yiren are not as close as they used to be when they communicated with Occasionally Yichat.

"This is normal." Fang Yun laughed, but recently he was focusing on his career, and he lacked energy, and even forgot to prepare a gift for Yi Ren.

Gifts still have to be prepared.

Among friends, what is important is reciprocity, sending him off to work for so long, and preparing lunch every day, it is impossible for Fang Yun not to express at all.

"I don't know what to give." I thought.

And Sang Mei, who was talking about the Dragon Boat Festival over there, saw Fang Yun distracted by himself, and shouted, "Brother Fang, Brother Fang."

"Huh?" Fang Yun came out of his cranky state and looked over, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, isn't the Dragon Boat Festival coming soon? I just wanted to ask you, will you sign up for this year's company poetry fair?" Sang Mei asked with a smile.

". Poetry meeting?" Fang Yun was a little at a loss.

Guo Yi over there continued to explain, "That's right, you didn't know Xiao Fang just came here, did you? At our headquarters, every Dragon Boat Festival, we have a literary battle with the Faculty of Liberal Arts of Capital University."

To be honest, Guo Yi is now a mouthful of small squares. He has many more channels for getting news than others. After he clearly found out that Fang Yun was really just saving President Qin, he saw that although Fang Yun was still relatively polite, but But there is no one brother at a time.

"Wen Dou? With the Faculty of Liberal Arts of Capital University?" Fang Yun was stunned. He didn't seem to have heard of it before, or he didn't pay much attention to it. "What kind of fighting method is this?"

Fang Yun was quite curious.

Guo Yi gently slid the chair for a while, and after getting closer to Fang Yun, he slowly introduced: "How else can we fight? The old three, fight poems, compose lyrics, and make pairs."

"Are we doing this with students from the Faculty of Arts? They are not professional." Fang Yun was puzzled when he heard this.

"Yeah, it's not just ordinary students, there are also graduate students, and even doctoral students from the School of Arts will come to intervene." Pan Ting also put away her makeup mirror and joined the discussion.

"Then what's the point of fighting, raising the white flag? Besides, it feels like it's meaningless except to lose face to the company?" Fang Yun also pushed the chair out of his seat, and got closer to everyone. He was very interested in this topic.

"Hi." Sang Mei smiled and handed Fang Yun a pack of potato chips, "Brother Fang, you are a newcomer, how could it be meaningless? It means a lot if I tell you."

"Tell me." Fang Yun was not polite, took the potato chips and gnawed a few pieces.

"Do you know that our Wendou is here all over the place?" Sang Mei didn't want to tantalize, and then asked and answered, "The auditorium of the Capital University will not only be the School of Literature, but also all departments and majors of the Peking University. High-achieving students will come to watch the fun. The Dragon Boat Festival and Wendou are all excuses, and finding an opportunity to interact with these high-achieving students who will enter the society in the future, to enhance their sense of presence, is the purpose of the group."

Fang Yun nodded after listening, and it is true that he lost to the Peking University School of Literature, which has the largest number of literary masters in China. Of course, it is not a shame as a company. After communication, some benefits will be distributed on the spot. When this group of talents enters the society to find a job, they will naturally have a good impression.
This kind of opportunity is beyond the reach of many companies.

Fang Yun thought, Yiren's uncle must be the dean of the Peking University College of Arts, or the vice-principal. No wonder, this is for Ming Yi's talent welfare.

After Fang Yun finished listening, he didn't join the topic of whether everyone should register or not. After he heard about the Beijing University College of Literature, he remembered the uncle of the Yiren family whom he had met and chatted with before.

Thinking of that elegant uncle, Fang Yun seemed to recall something, he seemed to suddenly know what he should give Iraqi
Fang Yun and the others had a lively discussion downstairs, in the office upstairs.

Qin Yiren was flipping through a document, turned a page, frowned slightly,

"Hey, let me inform the senior management of each department that there will be a meeting in conference room No. 9 at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning."

As he said, he hung up the phone, rubbed his eyes, walked to the window, gently took off his high heels, and stood on a high place with his bare white feet, staring blankly at the bustling city.
"very messy."

Just like the last time Qianru questioned her a lot.

The novels written in high school, the fantasies I had, reality and fantasy collided
". Are you really out of ideas?"

Qin Yiren murmured softly.

She didn't know either, she just knew that she was a little flustered that night. She was very angry, angry with Secretary Tian, ​​angry with herself,
I just remember that Fang Yun sent her "Don't send me the meal" and "Don't pick me up" that day.
She was a little lost, lost for no reason.

An empty feeling like never before.
"Perhaps, it would be better to keep some distance between each other like this for the time being?" Qin Yiren, who also knew nothing about many things, sighed helplessly, and her little feet with almost perfect arcs stepped on the high heels again.

　Convinced, the phone is stuck.

　　The double monthly ticket asks for a ticket, there are still during the day, don't worry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)