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"This is the office of the previous photographer. He had been in a hurry before, and the office equipment was inside, basically it was directly usable."

Xu Yan took out the key to open the door, and then pushed the door in. He said: "The office equipment such as tables and chairs are all equipped with the company. Some of the photographic equipment is owned by the photographer. In addition, the company has bought some. They are all in the corner cabinet."

"Also, the previous photographer took a lot of photos of Xing's total. When leaving the company, there are regulations that can't be taken out. Now they are placed in the dark room for photos. If not, please don't take it."

For more than half a month, no one was working. Ye Wenxuan wiped the table with his hand and found that it was not dusty. Xu Yan saw his action and said: "I asked cleaning to clean up before you came."

Ye Wenxuan thanked him and looked around the room.

Although it is much smaller than the assistant office, it is more than the ultra-luxury office of Xing Yuan, but it is much better than the public office area shared by many people.

At least it is a single office.

The things in the room are very simple, the data cabinet equipment cabinet is in the corner, the office chair is leaning against the window, the left hand side is the small meeting area, and there are two rooms, one toilet and one dark room.

Ye Wenxuan pushed the door into the darkroom, first shook his eyes in a dim environment, and then was shaken on the spot by the pictures of the full house.

Under the dark red light, it is Xing Yuan.

Sitting at the back of the table, standing in the synagogue, the suit was attended by a dinner party, standing in a group photo with famous musicians, and even wearing a home service sitting on the sofa and stroking the cat~www.readwn.com ~ The meeting of the dining car is standing on the balcony to see the scenery...

Ye Wenxuan dizzy and withdrew, and secretly doubted that the colleague had estimated that there was any suspicious thought.

Due to the angle, Xing Yuan in the photo is indifferent to each other, but each one looks like a high god. As a bystander, Ye Wenxuan, you can see at a glance what kind of mentality the photographer is taking. These photos.

"Xu assistant..." He quit and looked at the Xu Yan next to him: "Try to ask, what was the former photographer... because of his resignation?"

Xu Yan smiled slightly: "The family has a problem and can't live in the city for a long time. We are very sad that he left the company. However, I am looking forward to the new colleagues."

Ye Wenxuan’s heart and soul: Is it really because of his last appointment that he has some “non-points” for some people...

Xu Yan didn't know what he thought, only led him to read the office environment, and opened the computer on the table. He said: "The internal office chat system is on the computer desktop. Your work is allowed in Xing. In the time, he shot enough photos and quality photos."

Ye Wenxuan is listening to the ear.

“The Xing Group has recently opened up marketing channels for people aged 15 to 28, and the company’s personal microblogs on official microblogs and Xing’s personal microblogs often publish some personalized content. One of them is that every few days, we will be On the platform, a group of photos of Xing’s work and leisure time was released.” Xu Yan explained to him: “Actually, because of this untimely welfare, the young audience who cares about us has reached more than 90 million, and the number of fans is still In a steady increase."

Ye Wenxuan’s mouth sighed and paid tribute to the president who was willing to offer a color for his career.

He turned and asked: "Excuse me, is it only responsible for taking pictures, is it that the screening and distribution of photos are also within my scope of work?"

Xu Yan: "Please upload the computer after the photo is taken and send it to me by mail. The rest will be completed by others." After that, he added another sentence: "You don't need to make a company brochure and Xing Zong for the time being. Photo collection, please do not use the darkroom where the photos are washed in the office. The photos inside must not be taken out of the company. Otherwise, you know."

Ye Wenxuan understood, and immediately said: "I can help you with your help. I must only do my job, and I will definitely not touch anything I should touch."

Xu Yan seems to be very satisfied with his work attitude and casually said: "You can come to our company as a fate. We were not in a hurry to find a photographer. I can take a photo of myself."

Ye Wenxuan asked: "Oh, what is that?"

Xu Yan: "This is the case. In early March, the Emma Xiaogong of the British royal family held a five-year-old birthday. The royal family there sent invitations to many famous people around the world. Before the news reported, I didn't know if you noticed it."

"I have heard of this." Ye Wenxuan pretending to be awkward: "Is it not... Xing is also invited?"

"Of course." Xu Yan smiled: "Because of business needs, this trip must be followed by a photographer, shooting all the key members of the Xing Group - the most important thing is Xing Zong - a week of work in London and accompanying. Mr. Ye, if you can successfully win the approval of General Xing this time, you will definitely have your name in the entourage of the trip to London."

Ye Wenxuan opened his mouth, a pair of expressions with honor.

Xu Yan patted his shoulder: "Young people, do it well."

Ye Wenxuan returned to God: "Ah, yes... good!"

"Every weekdays from 8:00 am to 4:30 pm, if there is no special arrangement for Xing, you can follow him to shoot." When Xu Yan left, he loved the colleagues of the old staff, or deliberately He: "Don't go to Xing Zong at other times, and don't think about playing tricks to get to the sky. Xing always hates people like this. If you don't want to be fired on the first day of work, I hope to remember what I said."

Ye Wenxuan sincerely said: "Thank you very much, I must remember it."

After leaving Xu Yan, Ye Wenxuan turned and looked at the office.

There are a lot of expensive camera accessories in the equipment cabinet, and the information cabinet is full of photography books. I don’t know if these design magazines and weekly magazines were left by the previous staff. Ye Wenxuan flipped over and found that each one was More or less have photos of Xing Yuan.

Then associate the dark room with a full picture of the wall.

Ye Wenxuan: "..." always feels that it seems to have found something unacceptable.

Hope is that he is too sensitive.

The hygiene of the office does not need to worry about it. Ye Wenxuan sat at his desk and used the employee account left by Xu Yan to log in to the office software. He also pulled out the official microblog of Xing’s Group and Xing Yuan’s personal Weibo, and swept it over and over. content.

Sure enough, as Xu said before, the two microblogs basically kept updated for three days, interspersed with the office photos or life photos of the Xing family.

Sometimes it is Xing Yuan, sometimes his brother Xing Yi, or his father Xing Jianming, and some group figures who are often active in the public.

In short, the characteristics are all one, that is, the appearance is better, the background does not say that there must be more high-end atmosphere, at least the effect of the photographer should be outstanding, to win the eye, to seize the protagonist's temperament.

Looking at it all the way, Ye Wenxuan found that the plan to publish the photos began only last summer. It was a group of months before, and became a group of weekly at the end of the year. It has been a group of three days until now, and the time interval is getting shorter and shorter.

Ye Wenxuan said to himself: "So it seems that the promotion of the next project of the Xing Group should begin soon."

He looked up at the watch and it was almost nine o'clock.

Xu Yan said before he said that he would officially start work today, and let him go to Xing Zong to stand by.

Ye Wenxuan did not dare to delay. He put the coat and scarf on the sofa at random. The phone was shaken into the pocket and picked up the camera and keys on the table. This went out of the office.

Turn right and go straight to the end, is the office of Xing Yuan.

Ye Wenxuan hesitated for a few minutes at the door. He looked around and looked at the left and right sides of the door with a monitor.

I don't know if the monitoring screen is connected to the building monitoring room or the computer in Xing Yuan's office?

Thinking about it, he pressed the doorbell next to him.

After a few seconds, the talker on the doorbell rang: "Who."

"Xing Zong, it's me, the new photographer." Ye Wenxuan said: "I... can I go in to work now?"

There was silence for a while, Xing Yuan said: "Come in."

He said, the closed door suddenly "squeaked" and moved a little.

Oh, this is still a remote control door.

Ye Wenxuan opened the door and hated the stinky rich man in his heart, and stepped back to step back into this huge office.

Xing Yuan was no longer at the table before, and Ye Wenxuan looked around and found no trace of the boss.

He walked a few steps forward, and the Martin boots with the shoe cover stepped on the soft carpet, giving a subtle friction.

In addition, you can hear what is faintly whispering.

After listening to the ear for a few seconds, Ye Wenxuan decisively walked toward the northwest corner of the office.

This office is really too big. If you have to describe it, it is probably the concept of three basketball courts.

It took him three minutes from the main entrance to the northwest corner. Ye Wenxuan held the wall with one hand and slowly felt the structure of the wood grain, while walking forward.

Soon, he found a side door that was not too eye-catching.

The sound is coming from inside.

"Xing Zong, I promise that after this project is put into place, it will definitely attract unlimited business opportunities. As long as you look at my plan, you are sure..."

The door did not close, Ye Wenxuan went in and found Xing Yuan under a dim light.

The president sits in a rotatable chair.

He faces the door and is surrounded by a silver-gray metal-shaped round desk. The desktop is full of flat-panel LCD screens. At this time, the screens are in standby mode. Only Xing Yuan is open in front, presumably He is now talking to someone behind this screen.

The faint cold light hit his face and made the person more cold.