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It is less than 1000 kilometers away from Binhai.

China, Shanghai Stock Exchange.

The inauguration ceremony of the New Star Group's new headquarters building.

Ashitomi sighed helplessly, "Many people! I hate the most crowded places."

The cameraman carrying the camera was old and comforted: "No way, who will let us eat this bowl of rice. It is you, why do you hate too many people to be admitted to the journalism department as a reporter?"

As soon as she mentioned this, Asomi was full of resentment and said, "I was admitted to the Department of Journalism to be a TV host. Whoever thought of breaking my head and trying to get into the TV station easily made me a little reporter! "

Old in his forties, he has already started his own family and has been very open to these things. He wore a work vest with a lot of pockets. He was holding the camera with one hand and the other hand took a pack of cigarettes from the chest pocket of the vest. His wrists shook, and one shook from the gap. He lowered his head in his mouth, and Take out the lighter and take a deep breath.

"Who doesn't want to be the host? The host is so beautiful, the problem is that you have no way to go, and you are not a professional host in broadcasting, so you can just do it.

Lao Yu took another puff of cigarette and looked at the crowd in front of her. There are many people and many peers. After a while to fight for a good photography position, you have to go through a lot of hard work. There have been cases of rushing to get started, but when you think of the red envelope that is about to come, the anxiety in your heart turns into Looking forward.

He pushed the peaked cap upward, looking up at the newly completed starry headquarters building.

This 25-story building is square, angular, and looks solid and honest, but it has no distinctive features compared to other unusual buildings. It stands to reason that the Star Group is so rich that it cannot afford even an internationally renowned architectural designer?

Regardless of him, it doesn't matter to me anyway. He pressed down the brim of the peaked cap again.

In front of the main entrance of the building, there is a long red carpet, which extends from the inside to the outside, and then stretches to the sides.

Several star technicians debug microphones at the podium.

The left and right sides of the podium are covered with a pile of things with red cloths. I don't know what it is, but it will be announced in a while.

Ashitomi took out her makeup mirror and carefully applied her makeup.

"Let ’s get out of the Stars PR Department, and quickly get the red envelope." Old Yu pushed her and urged.

Asomi also regained consciousness, complaining and complaining, no one would have trouble with money.

I just do n’t know how thick the starry red envelope is, enough to buy a bottle of imported perfume?

The other reporters present also moved and flocked to the gold masters this time.

"Don't hurry, come here to sign up, everyone has a share." Fan Xing public relations department official said with a smile.

This is already an industry practice, and journalists who come to report will have a ride fee. The money is soft, so that journalists will pick and write well when they write reports.

Asuna and Lao Yu lined up in order and reported the name of their own TV station. The person in charge of the public relations department simply handed them two red envelopes.

Squeezing out of the crowd, Hitomi couldn't wait to open the red envelope and counted, "2888! Stars are kind!"

Older Yu put the camera on the ground, opened the red envelope, and took out all the money in it and counted it. His red envelope is only 1888, but some are better than none. Those behind the scenes are always unlucky.

He carefully counted 200 yuan and shoved the remaining 1688 back into the red envelope.

"Older than what are you doing?" Asahi asked puzzled.

Lao Yu shoved the red envelope into one of the pockets of the jersey and laughed, "I blame me for this stinky mouth. I once drank too much. In front of my wife, I said that this important press conference usually has red envelopes. As a result, My wife remembers it. From then on, all the red envelopes received have to be handed to her. Well, man, why do n’t you have some private money? ”

He patted the remaining 200 yuan, "I handed it over to 1688, and said that only 1688 was issued, and I would be tempted to pay 200."

"Fuck!" Shallow pupil cursed, "You stinky men! There are so many ghosts!"

Old Yu reluctantly responded: "Isn't your women too tight? I can't even smoke the cigarettes, otherwise I can't do anything about it!"

"No, one day I have to tell the sister-in-law!"

Lao Yu smiled, "If you tell her, I won't tell you other hidden secrets, I will lose money when you find a man in the future!"

"You ..." Asomi hate speechlessly.

Old Yu raised two hundred-dollar bills, looked at the light, and verified the anti-counterfeiting marks-he said when he heard from his colleagues at the party that there were really fake banknotes in the red envelopes issued by the company, so he had to be careful. .

The anti-counterfeiting mark is no problem, it is real money.

He was relieved, and when he had just put down his raised hand, he suddenly found an interesting coincidence.

"Hitomi, look." He greeted his companions.

"Hey?"

Ashitomi responded absently. She was still thinking about the old house money that she had been hiding. She said that when she found her husband afterwards, she must learn from it. She ca n’t learn from her. She gives her husband some pocket money every month, but she also ca n’t. Too much, or maybe he will spend money to spend a lot of money ... How much is appropriate? 300 or 500?

"Come on, please come and see." Old Yu greeted again.

"What is it?" She walked over with interest.

"Look, does this ratio look like it?" Old Yu excitedly held a hundred-dollar bill for her to see.

"What proportion is disproportionate?" Her husband Zhang Er was puzzled.

Old Yu said anxiously: "Look, this banknote, and this building, look carefully!"

He is a photographer and is very good at finding the right angle to observe objects and people. At this time, he held a hundred-dollar bill in his hand, and stood up against the new starry building, and raised it beside the building, greeting Hitomi to come and see.

"Look, is the length-width ratio of this banknote very similar to the width-height ratio of this building?"

Asomi Hitomi next to him ~ www.readwn.com ~ looked suspiciously at the banknotes, and then looked at the new building.

"Are you there?" She wasn't sure.

Old Yu said affirmatively: "Nothing wrong!"

"So what?" She was still not interested.

Older Yu was a little discouraged. "Don't you find it interesting? This is unlikely to be a coincidence?"

"Why can't it be a coincidence?" She asked back.

"This ..." Old Yu couldn't explain why. "It's a coincidence if it happened!"

"Even if it's not a coincidence? People's buildings can be designed as you like ..."

She wasn't curious as to why the stars designed the building to have an aspect ratio of RMB. Old Yu deeply felt that men and women did not have a common language.

He looked at the podium. The starry staff had already left, and the main show was about to take place.