100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death

"This is the photographer's office before. He quit in a hurry before. The office equipment is in it, and basically all of them can be used directly."

Xu Yan took out the key and opened the door, and then pushed the door in. He said: "Office equipment such as desks, chairs, and computers are all provided by the company. Some of the photography equipment are brought by the photographer, and other companies have bought some. , All in the corner cabinet."

"Also, the previous photographer took a lot of photos of General Manager Xing. When leaving office, there are rules that cannot be taken out. They are now placed in a dark room for washing photos. If it is not necessary, please don't take it at will."

No one was working for more than half a month. Ye Wenxuan wiped the desktop with one hand and found that there was no dust. Xu Yan saw his movement and said: "I'll clean it before you come and clean it."

Ye Wenxuan thanked him and looked around the room again.

Although it is much smaller than the assistant's office, it is no better than Xing Yuan's super luxurious office, but it is still much better than the public office area shared by many people.

At least it's a single office.

The things in the room are very simple. The information cabinets and equipment cabinets are all around the corner. The desks and chairs lean against the window. On the left hand side of the door is the small reception area. There are two more rooms, one toilet and one dark room.

Ye Wenxuan pushed the door into the dark room, first glanced at the dim environment, then was shocked by the photos of the room.

Under the dark red light, Xing Yuan was all in sight.

Those sitting behind the table for work, those who stood in the auditorium, those in suits who attended the dinner party, those who stood with famous musicians for a photo, and even those who were wearing home clothes sitting on the sofa and petting cats.

Reading, meeting, dining, car, standing on the balcony and watching the scenery...

Ye Wenxuan was so dizzy that he withdrew, and he secretly suspected that his colleague had some suspicious thoughts.

Due to the angle of view, although Xing Yuan in the photos are all indifferent, each one looks like a god above him. Ye Wenxuan, who is a bystander, can see at a glance what kind of mentality the photographer takes. These photos.

"Assistant Xu..." He withdrew, and glanced at Xu Yan next to him: "You take the liberty to ask, the previous photographer...why did he resign?"

Xu Yan smiled slightly: "There is something wrong with that family and he can't live in City B for a long time. We are very sad about his resignation, but we are also looking forward to the new colleagues."

Ye Wenxuan felt guilty: Was it really because of his last term that he had certain "non-divided thoughts" for some people...

Xu Yan didn't know what he was thinking, only led him to read the office environment, and then turned on the computer on the table, and said: "The company's internal office chat system is on the computer desktop. Your work is allowed by Mr. Xing. In a period of time, he took enough photos for him and the quality was over."

Ye Wenxuan listened to the ears.

"The Xing Group is recently opening up marketing channels for people aged 15 to 28. The company's official Wei and General Manager Xing's personal Weibo often publish some personalized content. One of these is that every few days, we will A set of photos of Mr. Xing's work and leisure life are distributed on the platform." Xu Yan explained to him: "Actually, because of this occasional benefit, our young audience has reached more than 90 million, and the number of fans is still Steadily increasing."

Ye Wenxuan's mouth twitched, and he paid tribute to the president who was willing to give his hue for his career.

He turned to ask again: "I'm only responsible for taking pictures, is it also within the scope of my work to filter and publish photos?"

Xu Yan: "Please upload the computer after the photo is taken and send it to me by email. The rest will be done by others." After that, he added: "I don’t need you to make the company brochure and Mr. Xing for now. Please don’t use the photo collection in the dark room where you take photos in the office. The photos inside should not be taken out of the company without permission. Otherwise, you know.”

Ye Wenxuan understood it, and immediately said happily: "Assistant Xu, you can rest assured that I must only do my own job, and absolutely not touch anything that should not be touched."

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

Ye Wenxuan asked: "Oh, what's the reason?"

Xu Yan: "That's the case. In early March, the Emperor Emma of the British royal family mainly held his fifth birthday. The royal family sent invitations to many well-known people around the world. It has been reported in the news before. I don't know if you have paid attention to it."

"I've heard about this." Ye Wenxuan suddenly said pretendingly: "Can it be that Mr. Xing is also invited?"

"Of course." Xu Yan smiled: "Because of business needs, this trip must be followed by a photographer all the way, photographing all the key members of the Xing Group-the main thing is Mr. Xing-a week of work in London and accompanying travel. Mr. Ye, if you can successfully get President Xing’s approval this time, you will definitely have your name in the entourage of the London trip."

Ye Wenxuan opened his mouth wide, with an expression of Rong Yanyan.

Xu Yan patted his shoulder: "Young man, work hard."

Ye Wenxuan recovered, "Ah, yes... good!"

"Every weekday from 8 am to 4:30 pm, if Mr. Xing has no special arrangements, you can follow him to shoot." Xu Yan insisted on the love of colleagues of the old employees when he left, or specifically asked He: "Don't approach President Xing unauthorized at any other time, and don't think of playing a little clever to step up to the sky. President Xing hates this kind of person most. 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 keep in mind."

After sending away Xu Yan, Ye Wenxuan turned to look at the office.

There are many expensive camera accessories in the equipment cabinet, and the information cabinet is filled with photography books. I don’t know if these design magazines and weekly magazines were left by the previous employees. Ye Wenxuan turned over at random, and found that every There are more or less pictures of Xing Yuan.

Then think of the personal photos of the walls in the dark room.

Ye Wenxuan: "..." I always feel as if I have discovered something terrible.

I hope he is just overly sensitive.

No need to worry about the hygiene of the office, Ye Wenxuan sat at the desk, used the employee account left by Xu Yan to log in to the office software, and turned over the official Weibo of the Xing Group and the personal Weibo of Xing Yuan. content.

Sure enough, as Xu Yan said before, the two Weibo posts basically kept updated every three days, interspersed with publishing 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 there are some group figures who are often active in front of the public.

In short, the characteristics are all one, that is, the appearance is better, the background does not say how much high-end atmosphere is on the grade, at least the effect of the photographer should be outstanding, it should be eye-catching, and the character of the protagonist must be grasped.

Looking all the way, Ye Wenxuan discovered that the plan to publish the photos only started last summer. Previously, it was a monthly group. At the end of the year, it became a weekly group. Until now, the three-day group has become shorter and shorter.

Ye Wenxuan said to himself: "In this way, the promotion of Xing's next project should start soon."

He raised his hand to look at his watch, it was almost nine o'clock.

Xu Yan said that he would formally start work today and let him go to General Xing to stand by after finishing his job.

Ye Wenxuan did not dare to delay, he put the coat and scarf on the sofa at will, tuned the mobile phone into his pocket, picked up the camera and key on the table, and left the office.

Turn right and walk straight until the end, which is Xing Yuan's office.

Ye Wenxuan hesitated for a few minutes at the door. He looked around, and his eyes pointed to a monitor installed on the left and right sides above the door.

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

Thinking about it, he pressed the doorbell next to it with one finger.

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

"Mr. Xing, this is me, the new photographer." Ye Wenxuan said: "Can I...can I go to work now?"

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

He said that the closed door suddenly "clicked" and moved outward a little.

Oh, this is still a remote control door.

Ye Wenxuan opened the door, and in his heart, he hated the smelly and shameless rich man, while taking steps to step back into this huge office.

Xing Yuan was no longer at the previous table. Ye Wenxuan looked around and found no sign of the boss.

He walked a few steps forward, and Martin boots with shoe covers stepped on the soft carpet, making a slight friction.

In addition, you can hear faint people talking excitedly.

Ye Wenxuan listened for a few seconds, then walked decisively towards 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 to walk from the main entrance to the northwest corner. Ye Wenxuan held the wall with one hand, slowly feeling the structure of the wood grain under his finger, and walked forward.

Soon, he found a side door that was not so conspicuous.

The sound came from inside.

"Mr. Xing, I guarantee that after the project is launched, it will definitely bring unlimited business opportunities. As long as you look at my plan book, you are sure..."

The door was closed, Ye Wenxuan stretched his head in, and found Xing Yuan under a dim light.

The president sat in a rotatable backrest chair.

He was facing the door, surrounded by a silver-grey metal round desk, and all the flat-panel LCD screens stood on the desktop. At this time, the screens were in standby mode, and only one was in front of Xing Yuan, presumably He was talking to the person behind this screen.

A faint cold light hit his face, making this person even colder.

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####On Xing Zong's personal charm####

Xu Yan: "In the end, all the people who worked for General Manager Xing couldn't help but have involuntary ideas."

Ye Wenxuan: "What about you?"

Xu Yanfei quickly said: "I am not a person!"

Ye Wenxuan: "..."

Xu Yan: "..."

Ye Wenxuan patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense everywhere."

Xu Yan: "... wait, not what you think!"