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When Wang Waner drove away from Feiluan Village and headed for Ningyuan Airport, Ye Mozhu, who insisted that the family should not be full of celebrity standards, finally finished reading a boring document while sitting in the office.

Rubbing her eyes, she glanced at her watch and realized that it was ten o'clock.

Shaking his somewhat sore shoulders, Ye Mozhu picked up the thermos cup at hand and stood up, and came to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office.

The office of Jianxing Charity Fund is in a prosperous stage.

At a glance, you can not only see the starry sky, but also see people like ants running in the street, talking, laughing, playing around, and arguing.

Ye Mozhu took a sip of white water and looked into the distance for a while. After feeling more comfortable, he turned around, put the cup on the table, and put on his coat.

The Jianxing Charity Fund said that it was not interested in working overtime, so when I opened the door of the office, it was dark outside.

Ye Mozhu is not afraid of the dark. After passing through the office area, she took the elevator all the way to the first floor of the office building. There was no trouble with the company driver who was on call. She took an online taxi.

After getting in the car, I took out my phone, clicked on the goose factory video, found the live broadcast, and first pulled the progress bar to the bottom...

This is her habit of chasing drama... always want to see what the ending is.

In the picture, Zhang Xiaojian, Ning Xueqing, Zhuo Fei, Liu Mei, and Xiao Li sit in a row. Behind them is a bright bonfire and the night sky illuminated by the bonfire.

A choreographer asked, "Mr. Zhang, so when I came to Feiluan Village in this issue, are you proficient in promoting your Jianxing Charity Fund and the Tian Chai Ren Project...?"

The problem is straightforward, it can resonate with water friends, and it can be regarded as spicy.

But... Zhang Xiaojian replied: "Yes, come on, Liu Mei will make another publicity."

Worthy of being Zhang Xiaojian’s subordinate, Liu Mei immediately said: “Jianxing Charity Fund also needs some new employees who can bear hardships and stand hard work, caring and empathetic. There are no academic requirements for recruitment, and the salary is generous, exceeding the standards of major domestic funds. If there are water friends who are willing to find a job that is always touched and has infinite motivation to work, welcome to visit our official website..."

Xiao Li gave a thumbs up: "Admire and admire."

Ning Xueqing smiled bitterly and said, "Or I will also promote it."

Zhang Xiaojian: "This was originally filming your show..."

"is it?"

"Okay, yes." The self-talking Ning Xueqing coughed and said: "April 30, our Martian girl's new album will be released on major digital platforms. I hope everyone will support you..."

Zhang Xiaojian frowned and thought of one thing: "Also, also, April 30 is the same day as my junior brother Zhuo Fei's first professional game. If Ning Yuan has a small partner, you can come..."

While speaking, Zhang Xiaojian looked at Zhuo Fei.

Under his aggressive gaze, Zhuo Fei said sincerely: "MAX Boxing Gym, a 100 yuan ticket...not expensive...oh..."

——Shame on this matter...It still depends on Mr. Zhang.

——The director team did not expect that a problem involved so many advertisements...

——Laughing silly at me, but did Mr. Zhang forget something, "Nezha"?Isn't Nezha worthy of having a name?

"Xueqing, are you going to be at home in the next issue, or are you going to stay outdoors?"

Ning Xueqing said helplessly: "I am a bit busy at work, the key is to see how my brother arranges."

Zhang Xiaojian thought for a moment: "I haven't thought about the next issue yet, but there are several filings for everyone to choose from. When the time comes, I will get a vote. How long will the number of votes go?"

"Where is it?"

"There is my e-sports club, music LIVE, and basketball club. Actually, there are also football clubs, but if you want to go abroad, you can bring water friends to watch the scene."

Director: "..., Mr. Zhang, I think you just want to advertise!"

Zhang Xiaojian smiled modestly: "After all, after listening to Liu Mei's promotion to the Jianxing Charity Fund, if you don't take the show to other places, the person in charge of each company club will rebel, and you can't be partial to being a parent..."

Speaking of this, he thought about a question and asked: "By the way, how many issues of "Dear Sister" are there...?"

Xiao Liyi covered his face: "Brother, are you afraid that you won't be able to advertise your industry?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "No...no...I just see if I can get all of them in."

...

Sitting in the car, Ye Mozhu was smiling at Zhang Xiaojian's shameless shame, and the driver in front asked, "Girl, are you looking at Mr. Zhang?"

"Eh?" Is Xiaojian already so famous?

Ye Mozhu said, "Yeah, isn't this live broadcast just over?"

The driver said very seriously while driving, "I like Mr. Zhang very much, and I also like the brothers and sisters, they are so funny."

Ye Mozhu asked curiously: "I see many comments on the Internet that bother them to show off their wealth or something."

The driver waved his hand and said, "They don’t understand the happiness of sand sculptures. Mr. Zhang’s showing off his wealth is different from those who deliberately show off his wealth. He is very direct, and Xiao Li, who laughed so hard that my head is crooked. I'm going home to watch the replay of your order."

Ye Mozhu smiled and didn't reply again. When he was about to continue watching, the phone received the call and cut out the video software.

Seeing that it was the second aunt's name, Ye Mozhu was taken aback, but he quickly picked it up.

I heard the second aunt say: "Mo Zhu, where is it?"

"On the way home, Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just ask."

After realizing that his tone was not right, Ye Mozhu frowned and said, "No, second aunt, what's wrong with you, tell me."

Over there, when the second aunt heard the words, she pretended to be calm and changed the subject: "Nothing, nothing, Xiaojian, are they still filming the show?"

Ye Mozhu stopped talking nonsense. He held down his phone and said to the driver, "Master, stop here."

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Sitting on the top of the four-story building, Zhang Xiaojian watched Wang Wan'er's car drive out of the dark village with the high beam.

Instead of going downstairs in a hurry, he continued to blow the hair.

At this time, the phone turned on. After Zhang Xiaojian answered the phone, he asked, "Do you miss me? Are you good at home?"

If it were in the past, judging by Ye Mozhu's Pippi traits that he is about to homogenize, she will definitely answer: "Goodbye, you have changed several sets of clothes, and you won't be back..."

But today is not normal. Ye Mozhu said in a hurry: "My second aunt called me just now. I feel a little bit wrong. I called the company's driver to take me to Jiangcheng. I am now waiting for the bus."

When Zhang Xiaojian heard this, he straightened his waist immediately, stood up and went downstairs quickly, and said, "What do you say?"

"I didn't say anything, it just felt wrong."

"Then I will go back too."

"Well, you drive slowly."

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