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The Lost Years on Fingertips
Author: Pingdun Shengqing
Wedge
Update time 2009-9-4 14:50:21 Word count: 2358
8pm point. The light was bright, I picked up the cup, brewed instant Nestle, walked to the window, and sipped slowly. I am on the 13th floor of Qinghe Plaza. From the 13th floor, you can see the ground, flower beds, trees, roads, etc., and cars. In the darkness, you can vaguely see the security guards busy giving instructions. A little further away, the hurried crowds looked like busy ants. City A, a city where I have stayed for 6 years, still performs the dance of light and does not stop for anyone. I caressed the crystal clear texture of the cup, as if caressing the general direction of life. Today is the last advertising plan, and the deadline for the resignation letter is today.
The phone rang, and the ringtone was the voice of McDull from the Springfield Flowers Classmates Reunion. Pretending to be young has always been my wish, even though I served as the deputy general manager for 2 years. On the other end of the phone is the client of this planning order from City B. I answered, my voice was calm and polite, my attitude was harmonious and friendly, it lasted about ten minutes, and then I hung up. Ah Chang and Xiao Fan were reviewing the drawings and copywriting in detail in front of the computer. I contacted Ah Jian, my boss, the CEO of this company, and my roommate. Ajian answered the question and replied mechanically, "Okay, let's send it out."
We sent the plan by email. Sent it again through MSN. Three minutes later, I called back. The boss of City B laughed and seemed very satisfied. Satisfied with the plan. A dedicated person will be responsible for the negotiation and implementation of printed manuscripts and advertising spaces. I left the office and went to the elevator. I was down from the thirteenth floor in a flash. I waved my hand to stop a TAIX and drove to the station. I wanted to go home, back to that small county town, the place called Yong'an. In the car, the events of the past few years were like a video clip, played bit by bit in reverse order.
My name is Zhang Yuhao. When my parents gave me this name...
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