Except for the constant hum of the overhead central air conditioner, everyone seems to have tied the trachea to a fast knot, and no one wants to make the first loud noise of "breaking the silence".
Gong Ming sat in the second seat of the conference table, his eyes hanging naturally on the table, and his eyelashes were as soft as if they could be blown by the wind. You can't see anger, loss, depression or happiness in his expression-look at his face.
Without any emotions. He just sat there quietly, like a model reading a novel in the background of a fashion show.
I carefully raised my eyes, right in Ye's face. She sat in the chair of the conference table with a metal leopard lurking in her eyes. I looked at her, then at Gu Yuan sitting opposite me. She is a real mother and son. In their eyes,
Everyone sleeps with a stable ferocity, which is essentially different from Coulee's bitter grin like a mouse. If you make a metaphor, it is that Coulee is at most stepping on a pair of booties.
Waltz is facing the opponent's face, but Ye can pull out a gun from his snakeskin dinner bag, which can only be put into the size of a mobile phone, and gracefully pull the trigger on his temple after eating the dried goose sauce for dinner.
"I investigated all the financial expenses and income of M.E. in the past three years, and also studied the advertisers' placement in the magazine layout every year, as well as the expenses and public relations investment of various activities held in these three years. The results of the investigation, I can only say.
I'm disappointed. "Ye Pingchuan turned assistant handed me a black folder, while quietly looking at all the people in the conference room.
"Have you studied the changes of M.E magazine in the past three years? From the beginning, the magazine can only invite domestic second-tier journalists to do interviews. Last month, we invited the Oscar-winning actress Charlize who just endorsed Dior perfume. Theron made a whole page 12P.
Interview, Ms. Ye, what are you disappointed with? "Gu's lips quivered, and under the fluorescent lamp, his lip gloss looked like a spring flower, with a dangerous gorgeous. Her back is straight. She is Emporio Armani.
The professional suit wraps her graceful figure like a black armor. He looks confident and restrained, coquettish and sharp. But I know very well that Ye Pingchuan has always been his nightmare, the piece of chewing gum that sticks to her sole forever. Coulee at the moment
Just paper tigers and inflatable dolls. Her anger and inferiority swelled inside her, making her look decent. If my eyes can become steel needles, I will definitely stab some holes in his back. In this way, he bluffed.
Virtue can quickly turn into a pile of wrinkled skin in the creak of air leakage.
"I don't think you understand what I just said. I care about the company's financial revenue and expenditure, advertising and image promotion. However, I really don't care, and I shouldn't care what is printed in each issue of the magazine.
Rong, was Fan Bingbing photographed as a gossip again, or did Jobs introduce something that fascinated people and stood in line all night like being drugged? What content can make advertisers willing to pay for the layout, then do it.
A.have I made myself clear? "Leaves the elbow on the table, gently leaned forward. She shortened the distance between herself and Coulee-what a wonderful negotiation case, which broke the safe distance with her opponent and made her defeat.
Go to the insecurity of a safe distance, and continue to attack before the other party readjusts the adaptation distance-"I think you, as the director of the advertising department, should only care about things within your authority like me."
. Is that clear? "
Gu did not answer. Although her back is still straight and her suit is not wrinkled, I know very well that he is full of holes. Her expression remained calm. She looked at Gu Yuan across the table as if his face didn't exist. She looked directly at it and looked at somewhere in the air. At first glance, she was still a sculpture of cold metal-but her trembling eyelashes betrayed him.
"Director Gu, is that clear?" Ye Pingchuan looked at the silent Gu Li and smiled: She gently moved her body center of gravity back to her seat with a subtle expression on her face, which silently said: "I didn't expect you to be so naive."
The air in the office was frozen, and Ye looked at Gu with certainty. This confrontation made no sense from the beginning. Even people like me can see that this is the judgment written on the first page and the first line of the first page. It is only a matter of time before I read the whole book. Moreover, the longer the silence, the greater the sense of shame. Looking at the opposite Gu Yuan. His eyes are like two fountains of sadness. There was a flicker of excitement in his eyes, but his expression remained motionless.
"I see." Gu lowered her head and hid her eyes gently, but there was no emotion in her voice-I know, this is her last dignity.
"Today's meeting is just the beginning for me to take over this company. Next, I will make appropriate personnel transfers as needed. If you have any suggestions today, you can tell me. " Ye's eyes are like a poisonous peacock feather, sweeping our faces. I know, here's my chance.
I cleared my throat, looked at Ye's face with respect (I know I can't look at it or not, and once I touched their eyes, I lost my strength now) and said, "If you have any suggestions, I actually think the relationship between the advertising department and the finance department is very sensitive for a company. I think you all know that Gu Yuan and Coulee are lovers. " I think, should we reconsider their position? "
When I finished what I had just rehearsed in my mind, I realized that he needed far more energy than I expected. When I spit out the last word from my mouth like a lack of oxygen, I can clearly feel the incredible expressions on Gong Ming and Gu Li's faces-I can feel the cold distortion in the air without looking at them. My hands are on my knees under the table, and I know they are shaking. In my opinion, saying this is not much different from putting scissors in your throat. The latter may be easier.
"Very interesting." Ye Pingchuan put his hand on his temple and looked at my eyes with extremely complicated light. "I will consider your suggestion."
I smiled. I looked at Coulee. I want to see her collapse. I want to see her face made of pure steel full of depression, loss and humiliation ... all the emotions on her face just now. However, she didn't. Her expression is still calm, and as before, his eyes are still low, looking at the table. I can't see anything from his face except pity and regret. What surprises me even more is that Gong Ming's face is also full of this lofty sympathy. I feel like I stepped on a tightrope in midair.
"But who are you?" Ye Pingchuan looked at me.
"Lin ... Lin Xiao. I am Mr. Gong Ming's assistant. " I looked back from Gu's face and said nervously.
"Oh, then you don't have to attend this level of meeting in the future. So are other assistants. Any meeting I hold in the future will be attended by directors and supervisors. " Ye Pingchuan looked away from my face, Gherardini, that kind of expression is like a skilled mask of a public relations expert, which can be interpreted in a hundred ways and won't go wrong anywhere. I stood awkwardly, my cheeks burned quickly, and the triumphant pleasure of just revenge dripped on my face, which was wet and hot, as if I had spilled a bubble of urine on my face because I was smart.
M.E magazine is about to face various adjustments and revisions. As we all know, the current paper magazines have faced a huge impact of electronic publishing. Kndle lit the first fire and spilled a bucket of oil on the ipad. Publishing groups all over the world have been promoted. This incinerator. Prior to this, Mr. Constance had acquired an organization that published literary books and a film and television production company. In the future, "M.E." will play the role of the source of industry, publishing not only magazines, but also novels, and then turning novels into scripts and then making movies and TV series. The development of peripheral products will be further expanded in the future. Next, I will reorganize the current team according to the changes in these formats. "Ye Pingchuan sat back in the chair. "Please don't interrupt my next speech if it is not necessary."
I don't know how long it took, but the meeting ended in my confused thoughts. I didn't hear the next meeting at all, and my mind was full of all kinds of laughter and sighs. The hot sun outside the window shines into the conference room through the ice-blue Low-E glass curtain wall. The red sun, which was supposed to be hot, became cold and sad, and the sunset muddied by blue was like a girl's eye makeup. My hearing disappeared in this icy blue sunset, and the whole person seemed to sink into the silent deep sea. Everyone's mouth is opening and closing, they wave their gestures to emphasize their tone, they flip files like the wind blowing leaves all over the floor, but all this disappears in front of my eyes.
I looked at the faces of Gong Ming, Coulee and Gu Yuan. At this time, I found that their expressions are all the same-just like Ye's. They all kept a kind of Gherardini calm. They bowed their heads and gently recorded various memos in their notebooks. This expression makes them look as if they are signing a will, writing a vicious spell and writing a gentle love letter to their favorite person. I didn't understand until now that when a person can make such an expression on his face that can interpret emotions infinitely, he really entered the cloud camp. I thought I finally got back at Coulee. I thought I punctured her inflated skin from the eye of a needle. In fact, they were all at the top of the mountain, far away from me, dancing hysterically at the foot of the mountain, showing pity.
I can't understand their world. But this is not the saddest thing.
The saddest thing is that they clearly know that I can't understand their world.
At the end of the meeting, Ye took out the last issue of M.E magazine. She put the magazine on the table, gently shook her hand over the magazine, and the cover was facing everyone. "The last issue of the magazine was seven days later than the expected listing time. I don't know why ... "
"That's because ..." Gong Mingzheng was about to speak.
"I don't care." Ye knocked on the cover with his finger and interrupted. "I only know that this will make advertisers very angry. The advertising time they put on the market is accurately calculated, which is closely related to the listing cycle of their products. Therefore, I hope that in the next issue, you will write an apology letter in the' Editor's Note' and copy this apology letter to the mailboxes of all advertisers. "
"However, although the magazine was seven days late, it aroused the hunger and thirst of all readers. Because of this, the last issue of the magazine was sold out as soon as it came out, which caused a lot of expectation and concern. Isn't it good for magazines to have such a topic occasionally? " Palace Ming's eyes are like mirrors, calm and unfathomable.
"Write a letter of apology." Ye Pingchuan gently looked at Gong Ming with a smile.
Gong Ming took a deep breath, bowed his head and wrote in his notebook, noncommittally.
"I don't think it's necessary, because we haven't received any complaints from advertisers yet, and we have already written an apology letter on our own initiative. On the contrary, we are reminding them that it is not worth the loss to let our mistakes spread to a wider range of concerns. " Looking at the palace Ming bowed their heads and said nothing, could not help but say.
"I was just about to talk about you, Gu Li: Ye Pingchuan stood up gently." As the director of the advertising department, all advertisers are your gods. If the magazine comes out at night, you should call everyone to apologize within one hour of the first day. Even if the editor-in-chief is not aware of this problem, you should be aware of it. Please sign the email copied by Gong Ming to all the advertisers below. "In silence, finally nodded his head.
Ye Pingchuan stood up and declared the meeting over. "Finally, I correct that I have just become the chairman and general manager of this company, and Gong Ming is still the editor-in-chief of M.E magazine. As I said, I don't care what is printed on the paper, I only care what the printed things can bring to the company. Besides, as Gong Ming continues to be the editor-in-chief, his office does not need to be moved. Anyway, the style of that room is not my favorite style. The person in charge of administrative logistics in the company emptied this room after this meeting, and this will be my office in the future.
Ye's eyes flashed the cold sunshine filtered by glass, and his face was still that kind of Gherardini expression.
The people in the meeting room left one after another, and everyone seemed preoccupied.
When people almost left, Gong Ming stood up and walked over to Ye Pingchuan, who was checking the itinerary with his mobile phone, and said, "If I continue to be the director, then I hope that there will be problems in my work in the future. You can tell me privately and try to avoid public accusations in front of everyone."
Ye Pingchuan locked the phone screen, looked up and said with a smile, "Do you know how this should happen again?"
Gong Mingyang raised his eyebrows. "How to avoid it?"
"No more questions." Ye put the phone back in the bag. When he left, he turned to look at Gong Ming. "What are your plans for tomorrow?" But he didn't wait for Gong Ming's answer, because she wasn't asking, but told him, "Whatever you have, cancel it. At noon, I made an appointment with two film and television organizations to talk about strategic cooperation. You are with me. "
When she walked past kitty, she left another sentence: "Remember to prepare two different suits for Teacher Gong."
Summer in Shanghai is over. The light of the day, which didn't disappear until eight o'clock in the evening, hasn't reached six o'clock yet, and the air seems to have been splashed with ink and spread vastly. Nanxiang looked out through the window of the bus, which was passing through the bustling Huaihai West Road. The huge brand-new Cartier LED glass curtain wall emits blue light at the intersection. Across the street, a whole villa in the former French Concession has been surrounded by a circle of white walls. On the wall, there are random and freehand carriage patterns, and there are continuous words of Hermes-one year later, it will become the largest Hermes home in Asia. The city gathers all its wealth day after day, and then it falls heavily from people's heads. No one can escape.
On the radio on the bus, there is already an alarm that the typhoon compass is about to land. The whole city was shrouded in doomsday atmosphere, and the gloomy female voice on the radio spread the news that the citizens collapsed unscrupulously. "The East China Sea set off a huge wave nine meters high!" "All primary and secondary school students in Shanghai are suspended for refuge!" All kinds of alarmism sharply plunged into the eardrum from the bus horn. A car full of people is driving forward in the dead dusk, and the lights on the street outside the window are reflected on people's faces, and every face is written with fatigue.
Nanxiang leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes. Dark eyelashes stick under the eyelids, like a few wet black feathers.
Just open the door of the home, South Hunan has not entered the living room, she heard the voice of Tang affectation-yes, it is the kind of voice that he instinctively starts every time he sees a handsome boy. Coulee described this very accurately. "Put Lin Chi-ling whole body with curry sauce, and then put it in the microwave oven for three minutes. The screams coming from inside are similar to what you are saying now. "
Nanxiang changed her slippers and put her bag on the porch cabinet. When he entered the living room, he saw Gu Zhun wearing straight black trousers and a white shirt. He should be unemployed, but he dresses like a business elite more than anyone else. At the moment, he is standing opposite to Tang. In front of Tang, he is holding two weekly magazines, and Gu's rule is to hold his hand thoughtfully. South Hunan looked at his round ass wrapped in suit pants and sighed. She knows very well that Tang's mood at the moment is like a kind of excitement. This number alone is enough to make his cheeks burn, not to mention that Tang just pointed a knife at his delicate face. South Hunan raised her eyes and looked at Tang as if she had a stomachache-at the moment, she was holding two photos, and she was trying to attract Gu Zhun's eyes from the photos to herself. So she stood up, shook her hair from time to time, left shoulder, right shoulder, slapped her face hard, and threw it back hard a few seconds later, looking more generous than those people in the slow motion of revolutionary movies. There have been strands of black hair sticking to her lips, and now he must feel very sexy.
Hearing someone come in, Gu Zhun turned and saw Nanxiang. He raised his hand gently. His mouth is oblique, revealing half an inch of neat teeth. "Hey, you're back." His shirt has two buttons at the neckline, revealing a small solid wheat-colored chest. Nanxiang sighed. Like his sister Guli, he is the darling of God. Who says God is fair? Let Guli Gong Ming Gu Yuan out, and you can shut everyone up.
"What are you doing?" South Hunan took out a cup from the cupboard, poured a glass of water, sat on the sofa, looked at Tang He's face flushed, and looked at Gu Zhun with a full face of watching, and asked. "I am studying which of the two paintings is better." Gu Zhun said this, think of what, turned to look at nanxiang. His eyes reflected the light of the crystal lamp on the ceiling, and he was very anxious. "Hey, I forgot that you are an art major. Please help me choose. "
"Why did you choose?" South Hunan stood up and walked beside Gu Zhun. Her eyes rested on two photos. Gu Zhun around her smelled the healthy breath of young boys, not the perfume of sissy, but the most primitive smell on her skin.
"The gallery on the third floor of the Bund is displaying the painter's paintings, some of which are for public sale. These two are my favorites, but I haven't decided which one to buy. " Gu Zhun's voice sounds cold and metallic, but quiet and warm.
"The author is Huang Chengyuan? We saw his oil painting exhibition when we were studying. It has gradually become popular in the past two years. " While drinking water, Nan Xiang looked at two paintings and said, "As far as the public is concerned, the one on the left is definitely the most representative, because most of Huang Chengyuan's paintings are still life by the water. But if there are too many such paintings, they will not be scarce and there is not much room for appreciation. On the contrary, the one on the right doesn't look like his style at first glance. There are very few people in his paintings who are backlit, but because of this, there are more possibilities. "
"Cool!" Gu Zhun raised his heavy eyebrows and blew a whistle at South Hunan. Nanxiang was a little surprised. At ordinary times, it looks like a young death is going to take away a person's soul, but at the moment, he has a feeling of cynicism. His smile looks familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen it.
"Then can you accompany me to the exhibition? I happen to be alone and have no date. I'm leaving right away. " Gu Zhun stood in a casual but beautiful posture with his hands in his pockets.
"The bund number three? I'm not going. It's hard for me to find a little skirt that can walk into that building smoothly without being stopped by security guards for a while. I can do it at No.3 Qipu Road. " Nanxiang fell down on the sofa and ran around all day, feeling particularly lazy. He curled up his legs and sat on the sofa, untied the bun tied behind his head, and his thick black hair curled freely like seaweed. Her skin is as white as the first snow, in sharp contrast to her black hair.
"Gu wardrobe has been opened. All you have to do is go in and get a little skirt without a label. She just finished wearing those newly bought clothes, and before she could wear them, summer passed. Trust me. "Gu Zhun went to the front of the sofa and bent down, leaving only a circle of high and low contours in the backlight of Zhang Jun's face. "Do me a favor."
"No problem!" Don jumped up from the sofa.
Gu Zhun gasped, but before he could speak, Tang was like a whirlwind, swept into Gu's cloakroom. Gu Zhun's little face turned white, and his charming long and narrow eyes, which had been stripped before, were now round and wet, like a frightened elk. Pointing to Nanxiang, he said, "If you let Don come with me alone, I'll hang myself in your room with a tie."
Nan Xiang sighed, sat up from the sofa, tied up her loose hair and said, "I can go, but I don't want to make up." I'm so tired. Don't be ashamed of me. "
"You look beautiful without makeup." Gu Zhun stood up straight, and the light instantly lit up her five senses. His smile is like a charming cloud.
Gu Zhun sat in the living room, leafing through magazines, listening to all kinds of banging sounds in the bathroom. Judging from the sound alone, either it is being renovated or there are seven old ladies dancing yangko together. But in fact, Gu Zhun knew it was just Don putting on makeup. Gu Zhun once pushed open the bathroom door and saw Tang standing on the washing machine, almost in a triangular handstand posture. Gu Zhun got a fright, thinking that Tang Wanru saw the cockroach jump into the washing machine in shock, and the result was just-
"Oh, I'm putting on foundation."
"Climb on the washing machine and draw?"
"Yes, the light is good."
"……"
The light on the magazine page was covered by half, and Gu Zhun looked up and saw Nanxiang standing in front of him. She simply picked out a black dress with a tube top and tied her hair loosely in a lazy bun at the back of her neck. Her face is fresh after a heavy rain, like the petals of a magnolia flower that just bloomed. The skirt is very short, and his long white thighs make many men's eyes swollen-maybe not just their sight. He hung a thin silver chain around his neck with a pink crystal on it, just in the position of his looming cleavage.
Gu Zhun looked directly at South Hunan and said nothing.
"You are so disrespectful!" Nanxiang turned supercilious look at Gu Zhun who had been staring at his chest, and pointed to his face with his finger. "My eyes are here."
"You put the connected pendant there, not just to attract people to see it in the past? Just like a sign, I just need to carve three words' look here' on the gem. " Gu Zhun raised his hands to hold the back of his head and shrugged gently (this action is particularly charming). "In addition, I sit with my eyes just at this height. You stand in front of me and block my eyes with your chest, just like Huang Jiguang blocks the bullet holes in the bunker. I am a bunker. What can the bunker say? Can only be silently shielded. "
Nan Xiang: "..."
In three minutes, don will be fine. He opened the bathroom door with a clash, and Nanxiang felt an oncoming airflow, like a subway coming at him.
Tang is like standing in front of Gu Zhun, throwing her loose hair from her left shoulder to her right shoulder, creating a messy beauty in the wind.
Gu Zhun's pupil trembled slightly and said seriously, "It's beautiful!"
"You are so disrespectful!" Tang snorted at Gu Zhun, who had been staring at his face, and pointed his finger at his chest. "I've been crowded for a long time!"
Nan Xiang: "..."
Gu Zhun sighed. "How about ... I'll find a tie."
Nan Xiang: "Are you going to hang yourself in my room?"
Gu Zhun: "..."
Gu Zhun turned a sapphire D&in Gu Yuan; G suede tie came out and tied it at the neckline of his shirt. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up at will, revealing a clear forearm. The whole person looks fashionable, but there is no sense of formality.
Three people were about to go out when the doorbell rang.
Nanxiang walked over and opened the door, giving her a courier envelope in one hand.
Nanxiang tore open the envelope and found it was a stack of printed documents. After reading a few words, she was panting.
Even Harry at Hogwarts? Porter's letter written with a quill pen is not as horrible as this one. Nan Xiang looked at the special stationery for M.E. magazine in his hand and the contents on it, a little dizzy. She read it twice and confirmed that it was really the employment notice from the design department. She looked at the handwriting on the bottom line of the stationery. "Hello, nanxiang, please call me when you receive this letter. I'm Ye Qian from the design department. "
Nanxiang took out his mobile phone and called it according to the phone number left on it. After two beeps, the phone was connected.
"Hello, I'm nanxiang. I just received your letter to me, but I don't quite understand ... "
"Oh, south hunan, hello hello. Well, Director Gu, your good friend, entrusted me to help you find a job in the design department. She sent me a copy of your information, which is very detailed. We all appreciate your professionalism and ability. She wants to put you in her department or in the recruitment project she is responsible for. But later, she thought it would cause criticism from others and be bad for you, so she asked me to arrange it, because my department had nothing to do with her, and others wouldn't think you came in through the back door. I went to college with Guli. You should be in the same school as us. Ha ha, she called me three times for this ... "
Gu Zhun looked at Nan Xiang with a mobile phone in front of him, wondering what had happened. He couldn't help patting her on the shoulder. "What's the matter with you?"
After the crowd dispersed, the conference room looked bigger. Gu Yuan, Coulee, Gong Ming, Kitty and I, only the five of us, are still sitting here in silence, not talking to each other, and the long and short breathing can be clearly heard in the air. The sunset outside the window has fallen into the staggered skyline of the building. Darkness flooded in through the glass window. We are as silent as sleepers sitting in the Kuroshio. I don't know how long it took. Katie stood up and lit the light in the conference room. The pale light flashed a few times, then tore the darkness and silence.
My eyes swept past their faces and then turned to the empty room. I can't even help but imagine that after today, it will become Ye's studio. Three years ago, when we were still in college, Coulee and I often talked about Snow White as stepmother. At that time, we were still fearless girls, although we were fearless for different reasons. I am purely ignorant, and she is purely because she is a rich second generation.
In a blink of an eye, we sat in the cold conference room, silent to each other. Once the stepmother of Snow White, now she is Snow White. And she and I, what have become? I can't find the answer.