Song Yaoyao laughed when she heard this, and said directly without turning her head: "Then you must have the courage to speak out."

Paparazzi: "..." What the hell kind of monster is this? He is obviously threatening her!

Song Yaoyao didn't waste any more time dealing with him. He walked directly to the parking lot at the entrance of the square, found his car and got in.

"Miss, has everything been resolved?" the driver asked her as soon as she got in the car.

Song Yaoyao took off his hood, took out the USB flash drive from his down jacket pocket, looked at it for a while, and said casually: "It's settled, Uncle Zhou, take me home first, I'll give you my clothes before I go."

company."

"okay."

She didn't open the USB flash drive. In fact, she already knew what was inside. Opening it again would only make her more disgusting. It would be better to pretend that nothing happened.

In the end, she poured the USB drive into the center armrest of the back seat of the car.

She probably won't open it and look at it again, but she won't throw it away rashly either. Let it lie here for a while.

After Song Yaoyao went home and changed her clothes, she went to the company. The secretary said that the food and drinks for Qi Yu's bachelor party had been prepared, and some of the fun activities had also been designed.

She looked at the photos the secretary brought to her, swiped left and right to see the photos and the arrangement of drinks and snacks at the scene, and curled her lips with satisfaction: "Well done, thank you for your hard work."

"Yes, Mr. Song, you met Mr. Lan from Yaoguang yesterday. What did you think?"

Song Yaoyao thought that she hadn't told her secretary about cooperating with Yaoguang yet. She had handled everything with the marketing department. However, it had only been one night and she was not in a hurry. She said: "It's good. I'll take it."

I guess I’ll be cooperating with them to create high-quality advertisements in the near future.”

The secretary beamed: "Mr. Song, I knew you would do it."

Song Yaoyao's smile disappeared completely. The most taboo thing for a boss is to have his subordinates prepay psychological behavior in advance. Although this secretary has been with her for three years, she likes to dominate when it comes to control.

This secretary not only predicted her prediction, but also cared about Yaoguang's side.

Song Yaoyao narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The secretary also noticed something was wrong and quickly defended himself: "Mr. Song, what I mean is that you have great judgment and ability to act, and you also know how to appreciate good entrepreneurs."

Song Yaoyao's eyes narrowed and a strange smile formed on her lips. She comforted her secretary and said, "Don't be nervous. I just suddenly remembered a project. I know what you think. Don't be afraid. Go out."

good."

The secretary was amnesty and said, "Mr. Song, you are busy."

Song Yaoyao didn't say anything more, but someone sent him afternoon tea in the afternoon.

Slapping someone in the face and giving them a sweet date is a method that most business leaders will use.

There are nearly a thousand people in the company, and when Song Yaoyao occasionally gives them sweet dates, he does it to everyone, but he doesn't treat them equally, and they don't drink milk tea or coffee at the same price.

In the words of the employees, their company implements a milk tea culture. People with high positions pay high prices for milk tea. Those who run errands generally pay ten to twenty yuan. Those like interns can only drink the cheapest lemonade.

Song Yaoyao clearly told them that if you want to drink the milk tea I bought, if you want to drink the milk tea with better taste and higher price, then you can work your way up until you sit next to me and I will buy it for you personally.

It is precisely because of this that those who drink milk tea at different levels do not feel that they are treated differently, but work harder in order to drink better milk tea and get higher wages.

It's similar to the wolfish competition of other companies, theirs is milk tea competition.

The milk tea was delivered in nearly a full truck. Almost all the stores of the same milk tea in Jiangcheng mobilized to make the amount Song Yaoyao needed in the shortest time. Desserts were also delivered.

Either she wouldn't give them sweet dates, or she would give them enough at once, so she would only treat them to afternoon tea after a long period of time. Although the drinks were divided into grades, the snacks were treated equally. After all, they were food, and she never

Don't be careless.

As soon as afternoon tea arrived, the company became lively again, and since the holiday was coming soon at the end of the year, the excitement almost broke the roof.

Song Yaoyao sat in the office and listened to their cheers outside, and just smiled.

After a while, the secretary knocked on the door and came in.

Song Yaoyao looked at her. The other party was carrying a paper bag and a transparent plastic bag and placed them on her table: "Mr. Song, here are your coffee and cakes."

Song Yaoyao didn't ask for it: "You can take it and drink it. You have worked hard overtime during this period. I will give you a red envelope at the end of the year."

The secretary was flattered and said, "Mr. Song, this is what I should do. Please don't be polite to me."

"I know," Song Yaoyao smiled softly, "Thanks to you, I have been working smoothly in the company these past three years."

"No matter how busy you are in the next time, it should be easier after the New Year."

"Mr. Song, if you have anything to do, just ask me. I will do it for you if I can."

"I don't worry about you doing the work. Okay, you can take the coffee and snacks yourself. You can go home early after get off work today."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said these words, the other party became even more nervous. He stood in front of her desk shaking like chaff and said: "Mr. Song, I was really wrong. Please don't fire me. I will never speculate on you again."

I’m thinking about it.”

Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, until she was still thinking about what happened in the morning, then she put on a straight face and pretended to be serious: "When did I say I was going to fire you?"

"...You asked me to go home early..."

"That's because you have nothing to do today. I have to attend a party in the evening. If you don't work, I can be idle. Why are everyone working overtime now and becoming crazy? If you don't work overtime, I will let you go home early.

Can’t do it?”

The secretary was on the verge of crying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I was wrong again..."

Song Yaoyao was about to cry. She looked at her helplessly: "Stand up, you are my subordinate, not my maid. Are you, boss, so stingy? I will let a small matter pass.

noon?"

She waved her hand and asked the secretary to go out. She felt that people nowadays were terribly stubborn and rigid, and some people were even wary of everything.

Just one sentence made her suspicious of this and that, and she almost knelt down and apologized.

Song Yaoyao shrugged and continued reading the information.

The information in front of me is the introduction of artists who are interested in signing contracts collected by talent scouts from various places in this issue. Each piece has a photo and a basic introduction written next to it.

Song Yaoyao looked through them one by one, and all he could say was that children nowadays have been good-looking since childhood, and they look alike, as if they share the same face.

From hundreds of introductions, she selected a few faces that didn't look the same but had individuality, and from the remaining ones, she selected some with more outstanding abilities. During the third screening, she again

Those with performance experience were selected.

After the preliminary screening, only about twenty of the hundred submissions were left, and the rest had to go through a second screening or even three times to ensure that there were no bad artists, and those who could avoid black material, sometimes only one was left in the end.

people.

After three screenings, Song Yaoyao sat up, supported his waist, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

"Ding dong" the phone rang again. Before she could pick it up and read it, it rang several more times.

Song Yaoyao reached out and took it, recorded her face and opened it. It was a WeChat message sent to her by a friend.

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Chapter completed!