Heart attack

Chapter 465 The Daughter of the Tsunami
Feast: None.

For the unexpected answer, Tang Hong also sent a question mark.

Shengyan: It's a god not to be surprised when things happen, but meeting you is something I'm afraid of.

Tang Hong also puffed his mouth: What does this mean! ?

Feast: You are the only person who caused a tsunami in my calm life.

The bulging mouth parted into a smile, and Tang Hongyi said: I might be the daughter of the tsunami.

Feast: And it will push the boundaries.

Tang Hongyi: Hmph!
After watching the video, unknowingly, the window was stained purple in the evening mountains, and in the misty vast sea, the magnificent starry sky was reflected in the eyes.

The cold wind whistling past, set off waves beside the waves, bringing the salty and sweet sea fragrance.

…and possibly sea salt chips in hand.

She ate two bites, and the director just turned off the TV, and then said, "How do you feel after watching it?"

"There is a mistake in the little tip. Mr. Zhuang's final work is not "Nalan", but "The Biography of Mora". It's just that the biography is not well-known, so everyone doesn't know much about it."

He Yiyao was the first to express his thoughts on corrections, and then proposed changes to the shooting to Qin.

There are endless ideas, and Tang Hong also racked his brains to come up with one, "In fact, many times, we have time to conduct discussions because of articles, but these photos are rarely produced. I think they are actually writers. It would be better in words."

For example, she often saw He Yiyao lying in a corner looking through materials, and the occasional discussions were also very interesting, but these rarely appeared.

The director listened to it one by one, wrote a lot in the operation book, and finally circled a certain place, looked up and said: "By the way, apart from the appreciation, there is one more thing to announce today."

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Sheng Group.

After Shan Yan finished his work, it was just time to get off work. He tidied up the dial, it was still early, and now he was alone when he went home.

He tugged on his tie irritably, and called Xie Nan in.

Xie Nan was still processing the documents in his hands, and when he came in, he naturally held a tablet: "Mr. Sheng."

"What are you doing?"

Asking nonsensically, Xie Nan handed over the tablet in his hand: "This is the record of the previous meeting with Party M. Party M needs us to translate it and send it to the mailbox. As for the plan formulated for the meeting, it has been handed over to the planning department. Start preparing."

"Okay." Sheng Yanchu briefly scanned, but there was not much content, "Is there any other work?"

"Does President Sheng need any work?" Xie Nan asked cautiously.

Sheng Yan waved his hands and sighed: "It's okay, are you working overtime recently?"

He frowned. After so many years in the workplace, Xie Nan couldn't figure out his immediate boss for the first time, and couldn't even hear what he wanted to say, so he could only reply respectfully: "Recently, projects are being carried out at the same time, and we need to keep an eye on them. That’s two days of overtime.”

"Two days? Thank you for your hard work. You can get off work today, and I will take care of the rest."

Xie Nan couldn't restrain his expression: "BOSS?"

"It's me, don't worry." Sheng Yan transferred the tablet file to the computer, "Is my work a little less recently? You have worked hard, so give me some of it."

"???"

Xie Nan's heart was full of alarm bells. The last time he encountered such a thing, it was the feast of cold noodles who fired him. Is it his turn this time?

He was hesitating, and his mind was storming wildly.His recent job is just to focus on two projects, and translate the documents by the way. It is too easy to be relaxed, so how can he distribute it to Mr. Sheng.

No, why does Boss Sheng need to work? His daily routine is busier than his own, and it's already amazing to finish it within working hours. Isn't it worth the candle to work overtime?
Wait a minute, why do you have to work overtime.

If work is required to work overtime, what is the source of overtime?
(End of this chapter)