One Can’t Judge by Appearance

The party ended in a joyous atmosphere. When Yan Xi and Song Hai left Zhou's house, a large part of Zhou's family was seeing off the Song Dynasty. It was Zhou's son-in-law who sent them out.

"The Zhou family's attitude is too much," Song Hai said to Yan Xi after getting in the car, "Even if you have to ask for help, you still need a degree. Being too diligent is not the best way to seek cooperation." There are no visitors to this gathering today. Shao, although Boss Zhou is envious of getting along with the Song family, his humble appearance has also fallen into the eyes of others, and it will inevitably give people a feeling of "too ridiculous".

"Anything is too late," Song Hai said instead of analyzing Boss Zhou, he was teaching Yan Xi how to be a man. "Business and business are the same. You can bend over, but you can't bend your knees. If your knees are bent down, It’s not so easy to stand up."

Yan Xi nodded obediently. The city is bustling and hustling, but behind the bustling, there are many sweat and blood.

"Dad, in fact, I think the name Song Dynasty is quite familiar. I should have heard it from somewhere," Yan Xi recalled vigorously in his mind, "Have you mentioned it to me before?"

"If he is called Qin Dynasty and Tang Dynasty, you will feel familiar too." Song Hai thinks that Song Dynasty's parents are very scheming. To give a child such a name, when he goes to school, it will be easy to be remembered by teachers and classmates, and he is born with his own attention. , All surnamed Song, his name is not catchy, "Who hasn't heard the word Song Dynasty?"

"It makes sense..." Yan Xi was persuaded by Song's father.

After the holidays, Yan Xi had to run news with colleagues in the station to find material. Perhaps it was because the last time Komatsu’s show attracted a lot of attention, and the station specially set up an official blog for their program group. The name is " "Things around me", but apart from grouping together with a few other unattended programs on the Imperial Metro Station, this official blog doesn't even have a wild fan to like.

Chen Pei looked over, discussed with Chief Jintai, spent a few hundred yuan to buy some zombie fans, and occasionally asked the navy to pretend to like and comment on a few articles. This desolate official blog is finally not so bleak. NS.

After Yan Xi recorded the show, he was stopped by the director of the studio just after he left the studio. Originally, in order to respond to the relationship between the masses and to better understand the hobbies and tastes of the younger generation of audiences, the director of Jintai suggested that Yan Xi also open a Weibo.

Yan Xi:...

Guan Bo relies on the navy to maintain her false dignity. Does she, a host who has no sense of existence, have to buy fans out of her own pocket?

Faced with the look of Jintai Chang's expectation, Yan Xi couldn't say a word of rejection, so he decided to wait for an account to be built, and by the way, he would spend dozens of yuan to buy some powder. The meaning is enough.

After dinner at noon, Chief Jintai came to ask Yan Xi about opening Weibo again. Yan Xi had to register Weibo under the eyes of Chief Jintai and set the photo on his work card as his profile picture.

"Not bad," Jintai chief saw Yan Xi set his work permit photo as his profile picture, and nodded again and again, "Xiaoyan has a very upright attitude at work."

Yan Xi felt that there might be some misunderstanding between her and the director of the station. If she is really good at work, she should choose a photo that is as beautiful as a fairy in PS, and then rack her brains to increase her attention and increase the program team. Topic, not so perfunctory.

So the generation gap is sometimes insoluble.

After being praised by the head of Jintai, Yan Xi was embarrassed to leave Weibo blank, contacted the zombie fan seller and posted her fans to more than one thousand, and she posted Weibo.

Yan Xi is registered: Today, Dajichang, Yi opens Weibo [Smile Dog Face].

She did not ask the Shui Jun to give her a thumbs-up or comment, because it was a bit expensive, and she had to save up her salary to prepare her father's 50th birthday gift.

The bottom-level host does not have much income. Fortunately, Yan Xi is still a popular artist on amateur networks, otherwise he would really have to take the money from her father and buy gifts for her father.

After posting her Weibo, Chen Pei walked in before she quit the webpage: "Xiaoyan, I just received a message in the station that an employee in the Changfeng branch building not far away from us is about to jump off the building. You go with Zhao Peng. Take a trip on the spot."

"Huh?" Yan Xi was stunned for a moment, "Will this affect the work of the police at the scene?"

"You can interview the people at the scene outside the cordon," Chen Pei laughed. "If this didn't happen in the Changfeng branch, you and Zhao Peng wouldn't have to go there."

Yan Xi suddenly understood that news is what has topicality, and no one cares about things without topicality. Sister Chen is anxious to let her host do the work of a reporter, not because she cares about the people who are going to jump off the building, but because this matter can involve Changfeng Company.

"I see," Yan Xi picked up the bag and hurried out with Zhao Peng. In a hurry, Yan Xi asked the driver to drive her car instead of the van with the TV station logo.

The branch office is not far from the TV station, and it’s not the peak time for commuting. It only took about 20 minutes for Yan Xi to reach the destination. There were ordinary police officers, community workers, and fire police on the scene, and everyone did their job. Attention is all on the suicide.

The office building is covered with anti-collision air cushions, and the cordon is surrounded by crowds watching the excitement. Everyone has a mobile phone and shoots at the top of the building. Some people even use a mobile phone to broadcast a live broadcast, saying that the jumper is Changfeng When the branch staff, he took a little smirk.

Changfeng Company is not easy to enter. The employees who can work in it are more or less capable. This gloating onlooker does not know whether they are laughing at the jumper or watching the excitement of Changfeng.

"Mom, let's tell him not to jump well, it will hurt to fall when he climbs high and jumps." In the crowd, a little boy with a bandage on his hands was full of anxiety, his white face wrinkled.

His utterance made other onlookers who were discussing why this person jumped off the building a little embarrassed, and the discussion around him was a little quieter.

"Don't worry about the kids, the uncles will save him." The fire police who was in charge of pulling the cordon heard this and turned and touched the boy's head. "Why did your arm hurt?"

"Climbing high and falling..." The little boy's voice seemed a little guilty.

"Then don't be naughty anymore next time," the fire police squatted in front of the boy, smiling and staring at him, "How painful the injury is."

"Well," the little boy touched the wound on the back of the fire policeman's hand, "Uncle, did you also climb and fall?"

"Yes," the fire police looked back at the rescue scene, spreading his palms to let the little boy see more clearly. This rough hand had thick calluses, cut wounds, and two blood blisters that hadn't been opened. "Uncle just didn't listen to mom and dad to fall like this."

"Uncle is so powerful, I didn't cry even after falling into this," the little boy admired, "No wonder my mother told me that the police uncle is the best."

Yan Xi, who was standing on the side, didn't step forward to interrupt, but asked Zhao Peng to take this scene.

What she sees in the fire police is responsibility and tenacity, and what she sees in the little boy is kindness, innocence and hope.

The fire police and the jumper remained in a stalemate for nearly half an hour. At this time, there was a noise from the crowd. Several men in suits pushed aside the crowd, and the people behind them squeezed into the cordon surrounded by the crowd of onlookers. .

"Dear firefighters, I have worked hard. I am the person in charge sent by the Changfeng Headquarters." Yuan Yi glanced at the rescue work being carried out above the building. "May I ask if there is any need for the company's cooperation, we will definitely cooperate fully."

Yuan Yi came here in person?

Seeing Yuan Yi's appearance, Yan Xi was a little surprised. When ordinary enterprises encounter this kind of thing, senior leaders can't wait to hide themselves, so as not to get caught in a fishy suit. Yuan Yi, as the second young director, handles the problem in person, which is really rare. .

Yan Xi is far away. I don’t know what the fire police said to Yuan Yi, but Yuan Yi was taken into the building by the fire police after a while. Within two minutes, she found that the suicide sitting by the window was turning around and talking to the people in the house. Saying something.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the fire police dangling a safety rope climbed down from the upstairs window and kicked the suicide into the house!

Seeing that the suicide was rescued, there was enthusiastic applause at the scene. Some were complimenting the police at the scene, some were rejoicing that this person’s life was saved, and others bought water out of their pockets for the fire police to drink, but the fire police did not dare to take the people’s things. In desperation, he had no choice but to distribute the water to the people watching the excitement.

Although they gossip and have some petty roots, no matter what, they still hold more kindness than maliciousness in front of their lives. So this is a group of onlookers who are a little annoying and sometimes cute.

Yan Xi walked through the crowd, preparing to interview these policemen. After approaching a few firefighters, she later discovered that these firefighters were very young, almost all of them younger than her. When she walked to a firefighter who was sweating profusely, she took out her work permit and explained her intentions. After that, the young firefighter blushed all over and was embarrassed to look at the camera.

After asking his age and name, Yan Xi knew that this young man was only nineteen years old and was a contract worker for the fire brigade. When it comes to the content of their work, this somewhat shy big boy barely feels comfortable.

"Fire and unlock, rescue cats and dogs, emergency repairs, stabbing hornet nests, and cleaning rural animal pens. We have all done this." The big boy touched the sweat on his face and smiled heartlessly.

Obviously there was no sensational word, but Yan Xi was very moved.

Yuan Yi walked out of the office building and saw a cameraman on the scene. He turned to the general manager of the branch and said, "Are the reporters here?"

The general manager secretly cried out: "I will send them away right away."

"Everyone is here. If you send them away, it will be a guilty conscience. If you have nothing to do, you will have trouble." Yuan Yi frowned. "Let them go." Walking down the steps, he heard the reporter talking to a fire police officer. .

"Thank you for accepting my interview. I wish you peace, safety and health."

Um?

Hearing a familiar voice, he had a meal at his feet, Yan Xi?