Mr. He's heart beats the world with his beauty

Chapter 112 Eighteen Lines

Compared with Song Lan's absent-mindedness, He Xiaoya was really happy.

"That's great, Sister Lan, we can go to KEO to study together. That's KEO, a big magazine I always dreamed of going to."

After finishing speaking, He Xiaoya quickly covered her mouth: "At the beginning, now I just want to carry forward KEO together with you, Sister Lan!"

Song Lan smiled helplessly: "Go and pack your things, I don't know what's going on with MC yet."

The MC family has a big business and a complicated staff composition, so she dare not have too high expectations.

The next day, the two came to MC.

As soon as they entered the door, Song Lan and He Xiaoya were warmly welcomed by MC staff.

"It turns out that you are Song Lan. It's a pleasure to meet you, and you have admired your name for a long time!"

"Song Lan, I'm ready for your interview. It's sharp and warm. It's great to see you."

"Song Lan, can you teach me how to do your interview?"

A group of people chattered around Song Lan. Although He Xiaoya next to her was neglected, she was smiling and didn't care at all.

In He Xiaoya's mind, Sister Lan is the best reporter in the world, so she should be surrounded by everyone.

Song Lan thanked them awkwardly but politely, and was taken to the president's room.

Han Zicheng received them personally: "Song Lan, this is your office, it's next to mine, if you need anything, you can come to me directly."

Song Lan was surprised for a while: "It still doesn't work, I just go to work in the public area."

"How can this work?" Han Zicheng's voice was as mellow as warm tea, "After all, you are the vice president of KEO, and your status is different. If you are asked to work in a public area, it will be that our MC lacks manners."

Song Lan felt that what Han Zicheng said made sense, so she could only move into this luxurious big office.

After a while, Fang Xueqi walked in.

Fang Xueqi, who returned to MC, became the director of the fashion department again, with a radiant look. As soon as she saw Song Lan, she walked up to Song Lan affectionately.

Song Lan thought she was coming to find fault, but Fang Xueqi covered her mouth and giggled. Those who didn't know thought the two of them were such good friends.

"Song Lan, you're finally here. I didn't study in KEO before, so I shouldn't cause you trouble. I thought about it. I promise to reform myself in the future and never embarrass you again. I also admire your business. If you are capable, let's get along well in the future, huh?"

Fang Xueqi stretched out her hand generously, and tilted her head to look at Song Lan expectantly.

Song Lan was silent for a while.

Although I can't figure out how Fang Xueqi suddenly became like this, but this is MC, someone else's territory.

She can't take Joe.

"Okay, I look forward to your performance." Song Lan shook hands with her, smiling politely but alienated.

She is not a three-year-old child who can be cheated away with a candy.

After exchanging pleasantries, Han Zicheng took her to see the interview environment.

When they came to the interview booth, Song Lan sighed.

As expected of a big company, KEO has only two interview booths, but MC has more than a dozen, including this department and type.

You know, the equipment in an interview studio is expensive to millions. With this kind of financial resources, it is no wonder that MC has been firmly ranked first in the industry and has not declined for many years.

And Song Lan can understand why Fang Xueqi doesn't like KEO anymore.

Seeing Song Lan writing vigorously in his small notebook, Han Zicheng smiled and said, "Is there so much to write? The difference between KEO and MC is not too big, right?"

"..." Song Lan smiled awkwardly but politely, "Probably."

"What are you doing, will you serve people!?"

Not far from them, a woman's sharp roar suddenly came.

Han Zicheng and Song Lan looked at each other and hurried forward.

"What's going on?" Han Zicheng looked at the group of people in the interview booth and asked in a deep voice.

Song Lan also accidentally saw an acquaintance.

——Song Weila.

Song Weila just finished slapping the intern, and shook her hand tiredly, not paying attention to Han Zicheng's arrival.

"Mr. Han, how do you teach interns that pouring me a cup of tea can burn me? If this scalds my skin and causes me to lose business, how will you compensate me?"

Beside Song Weila, a thin intern was crying with his head bowed.

There is a distinct red mark on the cheek.

Seeing that the intern was injured, Han Zicheng's eyes suddenly sank.

Song Weila was the first to speak, and challenged Song Lan: "Song Lan, I didn't expect you to be here. Could it be that your shabby little company, KEO, can't stay any longer, and come to MC for a meal?"

Song Lan was just passing by, not understanding why Song Weila suddenly made things difficult for her.

"Miss Song, you have been shot, the smell of gunpowder is so strong, I recruited you?"

A clear trace of hatred flashed across Song Weila's delicately made-up face.

"You still dare to say that it's all because of you. Now that I've become an [-]th line, most of my original business has gone away, and I've lost a lot of money. No one asks me to take pictures. Why are you pretending to be stupid? You have already stolen at home." Are you smiling?"

Song Lan was even more puzzled.

After Shen Yingxue left, Song Lan never paid attention to Song Weila again.

What happened to Song Weila, she didn't know at all.

But Song Weila was right about one thing.

If she knew that Song Weila had been so miserable recently, Song Lan would definitely laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Song, I think you have misunderstood your reputation a bit. You are not that popular. I don't care if you have a job or not."

After Song Lan finished speaking neither humble nor overbearing, she turned around and wanted to leave.

She didn't want to be messed up the first day she came to MC.

"Song Lan, what are you talking about, stop for me!"

Song Weila's anger welled up in her heart, she grabbed Song Lan's shoulder violently, stretched out her hand and slapped it on Song Lan's fair and clear face.

Song Lan couldn't escape, she was about to be beaten, Han Zicheng rushed up to protect her behind her.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap landed on Han Zicheng's right cheek.

The surroundings were completely quiet, and everyone, including Song Weila, looked at Han Zicheng's face with five fingerprints gradually emerging...

"Security, get this crazy woman out for me, immediately!"

After being slapped by the woman, Han Zicheng, who was usually calm and gentle, also changed his face.

The security guards were called, and Song Weila and her assistant were packed and thrown out of the MC.

"Zicheng, are you okay?" Song Lan looked up in shock, and when she saw the fingerprints on Han Zicheng's face, she took a deep breath.

This Song Weila... beat her really hard.

Han Zicheng shook his head, and said coldly to the staff who was filming next to him, "Did you take pictures of the process just now?"

"It's taken, Mr. Han."

"Very good, take a picture and post it on the Internet, contact the major reporters, and expose it directly, so you don't have to save face for her."

Song Weila fell into the [-]th line, and it was enough for the MC to interview her.

It was Song Weila who didn't know how to cherish and ruined this rare opportunity.

Then don't blame Han Zicheng for being ruthless.

(End of this chapter)