Heart attack

Chapter 455 Mr. Guan

Guan Sizu rolled his eyes casually, and nodded in response.

Under the attention of the secretary department, he gradually walked out of the corner. Just as they sat down discouraged, they saw Guan Sizu returning: "Working hours should be allocated reasonably."

The secretary's heart tightened: "Never again next time."

"Yeah." Guan Sizu straightened the strap, "I also need to inform the public relations department and the media department to hold a meeting at four o'clock in the afternoon."

"Okay, Mr. Guan."

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On the other side, just after twelve o'clock at noon, Tang Hong was notified by the program team to post an update, and Tang Hong also nestled in the corner of the sofa with his computer in his arms.

After a while, He Yiyao and Xiang Qin followed. They exchanged pleasantries and started discussing about lunch.

After 5 minutes, Chen Yangxu came out with the computer in his arms, his expression was very gloomy, and Meifeng was a little tired everywhere.

It's just that Guanghang didn't show up for a long time. The program team sent someone to knock on the door again. Tang Hong followed the trend and looked over. It happened that Guanghang opened the door and met her gaze.

The two faced each other unpreparedly across the distance, a little surprised and a little clear, Guanghang was as polite and polite as ever.

After looking into her eyes for a while, he nodded gently and staggered away. During this period, it was almost impossible to see any thoughts other than gratitude.

For this alone, Tang Hong still admires Guanghang from the bottom of his heart. He seems to have etched elegance and a gentleman in his bones, and he can't do anything that violates his identity.

How could such a person make plagiarism.

She sighed, and could only hope that Guanghang could complete the revision of the article, even slightly better than the original one.

Obviously, Guangzhou Airlines has lived up to expectations.

The program team checked all the manuscripts, looked at the brand-new articles, and even showed a look of extreme admiration for Guanghang.

The director confirmed all the copywriting and returned all the notebooks: "Okay, starting at [-]:[-], the official counting of the number of people will start, and the deadline will be one hour before the next update."

"Okay." Several people answered in a dragged manner, all eyes on their own works.

The director was full of helplessness: "I also want to remind you, because the ending is not public, so the teachers must grasp the number and rhythm of the chapters."

A few people still didn't respond to it, sent out the manuscript, and immediately clicked on someone else's article to watch it.

Except for the two people from Guanghang who read it beforehand, none of the other people's articles have been shared, and now the article is just right for reading.

Tang Hongyi was the first to open Guanghang's article. After reading it from beginning to end, Tang Hongyi was almost surprised.

The [-] words written before have all been rewritten, and there is no trace of what I have seen before, and even several points are very novel.

Looking at Chen Yangxu's article again, it is almost the same as the previous one, and the new plot added is also very flat, it seems that there is no breakthrough.

Xiang Qin also just finished watching, and took a picture of Guanghang: "It's amazing, the current plot is more compact, and it feels like it has improved a lot."

"That's right, you crushed perfectly." He Yiyao also couldn't help but admire.

Faced with the compliments one by one, Guanghang thanked them one by one, and finally her eyes fell on Tang Hongyi. She still lowered her head, and her eyes scanned the rows of words, as if she could see the charm of words flickering in her eyes.

She remained almost motionless in that posture, and at the same time did not notice the gaze of others.

Chen Yangxu sat in the middle, as if he had been abandoned, looking at the congratulatory faces. He stared at the complicated paragraphs and unimproved plots in the computer. Who knows what happened to him these few hours.

Acquired hard work, innate success, he has experienced all of these, and he doesn't even feel that there is anything to be proud of.

Facing the current scene, he was so funny that he had nothing to say. This group of people were just inexperienced, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. They were all squirrels.

(End of this chapter)