msmithbooks Chapter 45 So beautiful!
Chapter 45 So beautiful!
Chapter 45 So beautiful!
Hear the words.
Yu Huan immediately changed to an "I understand" expression and said:
"Zhao Yuan is my classmate. He even dragged me along to look at the personnel changes! He seemed quite pleased with himself at first, but the result seemed to be disappointing. He was so overstimulated that he fainted."
"Zhao Yuan? You mean the editor-in-chief's nephew? He's also your classmate?"
"That's right, we were in the same year."
Old Lin's hand holding the mouse paused for a moment: "She fainted? You two don't have any conflicts, do you?"
"It's not a big conflict, just a minor one." Yu Huan scratched his head, looking innocent. "But it's not because of this. We've disliked each other for a long time."
In front of this biological father who is not related by blood, he can naturally speak ill of Yuan'er without any scruples.
Who is Lao Lin?
This little Yuan'er, doesn't get along with her son-in-law, isn't it possible to subtly and quietly take advantage of him?
"Well, your position was originally already decided on him, since he was originally the assistant director, and in theory, he should have been promoted after being transferred to the new media department. But the three micro-platforms and one app plan you wrote in the research report was so brilliant that the president made the decision to select you directly. However, Lao Zhao did not agree and insisted on transferring Zhao Yuan to the new media department to gain experience. After some back and forth, it turned into a lateral transfer. Originally, the new media department was in its infancy and did not plan to set up the position of assistant director."
Old Lin didn't pry into why they didn't get along.
Yu Huan smiled as he listened to these words.
Old Lin adjusted his glasses and frowned, saying:
"As you're talking, I see you're getting too cocky. You're just an acting deputy director, a special position. Don't be so arrogant. Zhao Yuan is capable of competing with you for the position of director of the new media department."
He paused slightly at the word "this time".
Yu Huan had ten years of experience dealing with leaders, and besides, Lao Lin was quite straightforward, so without thinking, she understood the underlying meaning.
Old Lin meant that Zhao Yuan would soon be unable to compete with him.
This is because Lao Zhao will step down and retire on the last day of 2012.
And he, Lao Lin, is about to take office as the editor-in-chief of Jiangnan Morning Post.
There is an information gap here.
At this moment, Yu Huan was completely unaware of the details.
So, he could only nod with a bewildered look: "Dad, I know. You have high expectations for me. I will work steadily and continue to strive!"
"Then you should go to work. It's fine if you don't do the proofreading. This job requires you to stay up all night every day, which is bad for your health."
"Yes, this is also my last night shift. Dad, you should also take care of yourself and get some rest."
Old Lin held the mouse in his right hand and waved with his left: "Go ahead and get busy."
"Eh."
After Yu Huan took his leave, he returned to the reading room.
As the workday was about to begin, the colleagues gathered together, their conversation clearly focused on Yu Huan, who was about to be promoted to acting deputy director.
They were chatting enthusiastically.
As soon as Yu Huan arrived, all eyes were on him.
"Xiao Yu, your promotion this time is truly well-deserved!" A seasoned reviewer said with a broad smile.
"We've all read your report, 'Three Micros and One Terminal'! Yu Huan, do WeChat official accounts and short videos really have such a great future?"
Three micro-platforms and one terminal.
This includes Weibo, WeChat official accounts, short videos, and mobile applications.
Micro-videos refer to videos with a duration of less than 5 minutes that are disseminated on new media platforms on the Internet.
It's not Weishi, which is owned by Tencent.
Yu Huan nodded:
"WeChat's user base is about to surpass 3 million, and Tencent possesses the largest amount of private traffic on the national internet. Given its growth rate, its prospects are very promising. Actually, I was a bit too mild in my report; I believe its newly launched official account feature will completely change the ecosystem of content dissemination!"
All of you here deal with words every day, and you can be considered a group of people who are good at showing off your writing skills.
Actually, if you could discern a sliver of opportunity in Yu Huan's words...
I'm starting a side hustle by creating a public WeChat account.
Sharing WeChat is riding the wave of the mobile internet boom, benefiting from its rapidly growing traffic.
You can easily make a fortune by doing a side hustle, even if it's just becoming a public intellectual and publishing some anti-intellectual and bizarre remarks.
Since the advent of WeChat official accounts, especially in the first few years, the path from writing articles to gaining fame and monetization has never been so direct.
In layman's terms, it's like picking up money while carrying a sack. As for short videos, there's so much to talk about there, Yu Huan glanced at the digital clock on the wall.
Three fifty-eight.
Construction is about to begin.
I'm too lazy to argue with them anymore.
He returned to his desk with a reserved smile.
Just as I sat down, Sister Li from the next cubicle turned her head and asked curiously, "Hey, Director Yu, do you know which floor our new media department is on?"
Hearing this, Yu Huan couldn't help but sigh: "Just call me Xiao Yu."
"Okay, Director Yu, do you know?"
"Uh, maybe, on the twelfth floor?"
"Yeah, anyway, I checked my work email and it just gave us a simple notification that we'll be on duty at 2 PM tomorrow, and only for half a day."
"Those of us who work the night shift also need to adjust our schedules. Also, maybe you should wait a little longer; the detailed work arrangements will be sent to your email soon."
At this point, Yu Huan was speechless.
Director Li has a mindset of going to the countryside.
On the first day, he sent a work email in a very organized manner, saying that he wanted to promote friendship among colleagues and asked the initial dozen or so people in the new media department to participate in cleaning.
Men carry the loads while women wipe them; the work isn't tiring.
After dealing with this veteran for a while, Yu Huan realized that he was really a bit of a sly one.
Many things are done on a whim, without thinking.
Overall, however, he is a good leader who can empathize with his subordinates and has a very close personal relationship with Lao Lin.
He stayed on duty for the last night, quietly taking advantage of the situation.
In the meantime.
As expected, Director Li sent a work email, mentioning that the new media department was in dire need of rebuilding and needed to overcome many difficulties.
Involve new colleagues in cleaning to foster friendship and teamwork.
Today, during her free time, Yu Huan didn't slack off. Instead, she planned ahead and used Office to make some work plans for the new media department.
It was 1 a.m.
Time to leave work.
After joking with her colleagues on the night shift in the editorial department, Yu Huan went downstairs, hopped on her electric scooter, and rode through the empty streets in the biting cold wind.
We soon arrived near the Lion Rock community.
The streetlights were sparse, and occasionally three or four figures would hurry by, their collars pulled tight and necks hunched.
Yu Huan didn't rush home. Instead, he parked his electric scooter on the side of the road, put on his helmet, and walked into a Jinshi noodle shop by the roadside, where he slurped up a bowl of spicy beef noodles.
Towards the end, my lips felt slightly numb, my heartbeat seemed to quicken, a warm current gradually spread throughout my body, my body felt hot, and my pores seemed to open up.
Taking a sip of the hot, spicy soup, Yu Huan couldn't help but gasp. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket, giving him a message notification.
Lin Yourong sent him a message:
Just finished recording a song and I'm so sleepy!
Yu Huan glanced at the time; it was already 1:19 PM. She immediately replied: 'Third day missing Rongrong!'
A laughing emoji covering its mouth was sent instantly from the other end.
Yu Huan thought about it for a moment and didn't tell her that she was eating spicy beef noodles.
Female celebrities have to manage their figures, yet they're tempting others late at night—how shameless and presumptuous!
Immediately replied:
'I'm going to wash up and go to bed now, goodnight!' Tap the emoji bar and add a moon emoji at the end.
Goodnight, sweet dreams.
Yu Huan put her phone in her pocket, and suddenly realized she was a little dazed.
Suddenly snapping out of his daze, he couldn't help but click his tongue.
In my past life, I lived for over thirty years and never said goodnight to someone of the opposite sex every day.
Now I've experienced it for myself!
It's so beautiful!
(End of this chapter)