Don't follow the rules

Chapter 245 Sunday Program Production Center (85)
"Where?" Chunyu and Ning Yao said in unison, even the tone was exactly the same, and then looked at each other in tacit understanding.

Chunyu lowered his eyelids in embarrassment, pursed his lips and took half a step back. Ning Yao stepped forward and added: "Uh... I mean, is there anything else that even he himself doesn't know about, but you know about it? Don't tell me that you were searching. What kind of database of employee information, that kind of thing requires permissions, it’s so troublesome, please don’t open new side tasks for us.”

Rao Qian: "The bad news is, I'm not sure if there is any information about him in that place."

Ning Yao rolled her eyes: "Then tell me..."

Rao Qian smiled and said: "The good news is that there is no permission required at that place. Anyone, including outsiders, can view it."

Ning Yao's eyes widened: "In a company with such a high level of confidentiality, there is still such a lack of confidentiality?"

Rao Qian spread his arms and made a display gesture: "Although this is a post-production department, in the final analysis it is still an ordinary media industry company."

“As a media company, how can we not operate our company’s accounts on social media?”

He smiled slyly: "Especially for a company like this that likes to promote its own image and scale to the outside world, it is definitely doing enough to save face. As long as we find the company's social account and go back to the historical records, there is a high probability that You can find photos of this old employee participating in team building and the like.”

"Unless this old man is a famous socialite who is afraid of death and has never participated in the company's group activities."

The three people's eyes fell back on the attendant.

"I'm not afraid of society. I used to be quite cheerful," he explained stumblingly, "but I don't really like taking pictures..."

Rao Qian hissed: "That won't be easy."

Ning Yao has already sat down at his work station: "Anyway, let's look for it first. It won't take much anyway."

When I turned on the monitor, I saw the sixth episode of "The Legend of Zhen Huan" No. 40.

The three people standing behind Ning Yao looked at him silently.

Chunyu: "Is this how you work?"

Rao Qian: "When you read "The Legend of Zhen Huan", you didn't skip the Ganlu Temple section?"

Duty attendant:……

Ning Yao smiled dryly and closed the video page that had not been closed, re-opened a new web page, entered the name of the company and started searching.

"Stars, dates, days, and what comes next?" Ning Yao scratched his head. He didn't take a good look at the company's name when he joined the company.

"Sunday Program Production Center, right? I saw it written outside the company's gate." Rao Qian paid attention to the environment, but he obviously didn't have any common sense.

Chunyu sighed helplessly: "It's Sunday Culture Media Co., Ltd., and the production center is just one department of this company."

"Found it!" Ning Yao quickly called everyone to look over.

Clicking on the account homepage, I found that the update frequency is very high. One to two short videos are released almost every day. Some of them are the production process of some programs that can be made public, some of them are celebrities sweeping buildings, and some of them are company team building. There are many types and productions. It's very sophisticated and seems to have a department dedicated to handling external accounts.

"Search for team building with keywords and go as far in time as possible," Rao Qian said.

"Hey, it's quite a lot," Ning Yao said, "Brother, how long ago did you join this company?"

"It's old, maybe six or seven years old..." the attendant recalled.

"So long? Then when did you become the on-duty officer?" Ning Yao asked.

The attendant on duty clapped his fingers in embarrassment: "Yeah, yes, it's been four or five years."

Ning Yao couldn't help complaining: "Four or five years?! You haven't changed your identity for so long?"

"On the one hand, I can't catch my colleagues, and on the other hand, I...I can't catch anyone either..." The person on duty lowered his head.

Rao Qian was curious: "Why can't we catch anyone?"

"Everyone wants to change back, so the competition among the attendants is quite fierce." He explained weakly. "When I go to work, I'm used to catching fish. Catching people is also perfunctory. I thought, anyway, it's the same as going to work. I'm still on duty. I have an iron rice bowl, so I haven't been active. I didn't expect that I'm going to die now."

噗

Ning Yao almost laughed out loud: "You are so big-hearted. Your face has been wiped out by others, but you can still hold this job as an iron rice bowl."

"Okay, let's get back to the topic." Chunyu reminded.

Ning Yao continued to scroll the mouse, searching for information from four or five years ago in the company account.

"Yes." He paused the mouse on a short video. "It was released three years ago. The title is to sort out some memory fragments from the company's inception to the present. The content is in photo album mode and contains many old photos."

He pointed to the first one: "This, a few computers and editors in a small room, this should be what this company looked like when it first started."

Ning Yao turned her head: "Are you in this?"

The attendant shook his head: "This is the earliest boss and a few partners, without me."

In the photo, there are several young men with fried hair. Their faces are tired from staying up late, but their eyes are bright, full of hope for the future.

Continuing to read back, a small room was replaced by a slightly larger room, and the number of machines gradually increased.

Later, I finally moved to a serious office building. It seemed that the company had begun to take shape and was no longer a small workshop-like studio.

"Is there you?" Ning Yao asked.

The attendant still shook his head: "At this time, I have already arrived. The company atmosphere is very good, but I don't like taking pictures, so I didn't take the photo."

"Then do you remember what photos you took? Do you want me to find a needle in a haystack?" Ning Yao gradually lost patience.

The attendant whispered: "Usually when someone calls to take a photo, I will hide away. If it's a snapshot, I might be there..."

"Capture, capture..." Ning Yao muttered in a low voice, browsing through the photo album.

The mouse hovers over a photo of a camping barbecue. No one looks at the camera, but everyone has a naturally happy smile.There are many people in the photo, and the subtitle is "Sunday Family Photo."

"This...this" the attendant's voice became visibly trembling.

"You appeared on the scene?" Ning Yao was excited.

The attendant pointed to the corner of the camera. On the barbecue grill, a right hand busy with barbecue stretched out from outside the camera. It was a large flowery arm.

"Is this your hand?" As soon as Ning Yao finished speaking, she noticed that complex lines began to slowly appear on the attendant's arm, which was white and clean just now.

Within a moment, the flowery arm tattoo in the photo was back on the duty officer’s arm.

In disbelief, he rolled up his sleeves crazily, almost to his armpits, before he recovered as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Back, back!"

"Wo Ri, is this really possible?" Ning Yao exclaimed in surprise.

Rao Qian reached up and squeezed the freshly baked flower arm: "Now that the three of us have information about you in our memories, you can rest assured."

"Thank you..." The attendant kept thanking him and even wanted to kneel down.

Rao Qian quickly supported him with quick eyes and hands: "What's wrong with everyone? Don't kneel down, I can't bear it."

"If you really want to thank us, then you can do us a favor~" Ning Yao smiled.

(End of this chapter)