Chapter 393： It's good to know some art

Office of Publicity Department on the second floor of Langai Hotel

"Minister, I don't think the copywriter is the best candidate for this matter."

"I think we can support ourselves."

"After all, all we have to submit is a boss's resume and a personal report on his advanced deeds."

"As long as the boss's annual meeting speech is copied, revised, and spelled out, I think we can do it well."

Zhao An held up the phone seriously and spoke very seriously,

But before he could finish speaking, Lin Suyang's frantic voice came from the phone:

"You think it's a fart!"

"You wrote the materials for so many years of school!"

"Our department's writing is the best, and whoever does not let him write it!"

Zhao An was a little unhappy.

"The copywriting is for philosophy, not Chinese, can he do it?"

Lin Suyang couldn't resist and said, "It's just him, I said."

"I'm sending you the boss's resume and the hotel's results last year. You can call him now and ask him to complete it as soon as possible."

"I want it before 1 pm tomorrow at the latest."

After speaking, Lin Suyang hung up the phone mercilessly.

Since receiving Wen Zifan's work arrangement, Lin Suyang thought about the hotel's staff and couldn't find a suitable one.

After much deliberation, I have to be able to perform surgery on my own staff.

"This Zhao An, everything is fine."

"It's just too careful sometimes!"

Lin Suyang sighed helplessly.

I don't know where the copywriting provoked Zhao An. When the copywriting was mentioned, Zhao An was covered in thorns.

Energetic.

At this moment, Zhao An was also depressed.

With so many members, the copywriters are holding the philosophy book day by day and see it, and he has done it lightly, and it is very annoying!

Every time he felt that the other party was. Of course the minister of planning the overall situation, he is the tired dog-like member.

Looking at the first draft of the materials in the mailbox, Zhao An took a deep breath and dialed the phone reluctantly.

"Hey, there is something that Minister Lin asks you to do."

Text: "What's the matter?"

Zhao An: "The hotel owner Chen wants to select the outstanding young entrepreneur of the year. He needs to write a personal application material and application materials. It is required by 12 noon tomorrow at the latest."

Text: "No problem, send me the stuff."

Zhao An was puzzled: "In such a hurry, can you finish it?"

The copywriter didn't care: "Write the material... It's very simple. Grasp the logic, determine the theme, and just fill in the stuff."

Listening to the lazy tone of the copywriter, Zhao An really wanted to kill him.

The whole hotel did not dare to accept this job, and the copywriting said it was such an understatement,

Simple... Simple your sister!

"It won't take 12 o'clock tomorrow, I'll give it to you before 8 o'clock tonight."

After speaking, the copywriter hung up the phone slowly, leaving only a "beep" sound.

...

Although Zhao An has the character of a copywriter, I have to say that it is really comfortable to have such a person who can work.

6 p.m.,

The email from the computer popped up automatically, then the phone rang, and the voice of the copywriter came from the phone:

"Minister, I have finished writing the materials. If there are not enough positions, you can tell me that I will change it here."

Zhao Andao: "Okay, I'll take a look."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao An first glanced at the fastest speed. He wanted to change it, but after reading it twice, he couldn't even add a word.

The logic of the whole article is self-consistent, let alone modification, it is difficult to delete a modifier.

Some people are really capable.

It is really difficult to revise what is written in the copy unless it is torn down and redone.

At least at Zhao An's current level, it can't be changed.

So I just didn't do it again and again, and forwarded it directly to Lin Suyang.

Lin Suyang simply didn't do it, and printed it out and gave it to Chen Jianhai.

Chen Jianhai simply gave it to Su Jie without doing anything else.

"Brother Su, you can help me check the material. I haven't written it before, so I don't know what format it is. Can you help me polish it?"

Chen Jianhai held the phone and said to Su Jie with a smile.

Since the association elected himself as the outstanding young entrepreneur of the year, Su Jie must be the most professional in all processes.

It's better to find him than anyone else.

"Okay, let me take a look for you." Su Jie seemed to be very busy, and the surrounding voices were chaotic.

Chen Jianhai didn't bother to disturb him either, so he hung up the phone after a few polite words.

In the next few days, Lin Suyang and others devoted themselves to organizing the drama activities of wandering time, and recorded the rock painting process of the white-haired youth one by one in the form of documentaries and posted them on the Internet.

for a while,

The discussion on the content of rock paintings was put on the home page of the library forum.

The entire mountain wall rock paintings are extensive in content and cover a lot of elements, even if they are regarded as fairy tales, they are not inferior.

It's just that the logic of the story is really confusing, and it's hard to see the way out.

From the association's side, Su Jie also called and said that the materials had been officially submitted to the city, and it was estimated that there would be good news in the near future.

The Wandering Time drama was very successful.

Although the staff capacity of the library is small, this drama club is not very large, and more of it is a small society established spontaneously by a group of people who love to perform and love drama.

The number of fans is only more than 30,000.

Therefore, although there were only more than 10 drama actors, there were only more than 20 audience members.

But this is indeed an activity that gathers from all over the world purely because of love, without any interests in the middle.

The actors stood on the terrace of the library, with the blue sky as the curtain and the waves as the bell, attracting many other passing tourists to come and visit.

Even the petroglyph hunting **** temporarily put down his brush and participated in it with great interest.

In addition, what surprised Chen Jianhai the most,

In the crowd of backpackers, there was a young man who looked a little fat. When the drama was emotional, he directly dubbed an opera as the background sound with a pure baritone voice.

In an instant, this interaction directly filled the literary and artistic nature of the drama, and everyone around was excitedly taking pictures and videos.

Chen Jianhai looked at the enchanted emotions of the tourists around him, and felt a little regretful.

If I had known that I had called An Xia, it would have been better if I could play and sing.

Although the drama is very good, not every tourist is so obsessed with it, most people still watch the fun.

But even if they watch the fun, they will be infected by this kind of emotion, and they will visit quietly, or with emotions that they are not aware of.

"Brother I suddenly feel that it is really cool to be able to do some art."

Xiaolang looked at the "baritone" enviously and spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"If I had studied art as a child, maybe I could be an artist now."

In the past few days, the white-haired hunting god, the drama actor and the "baritone" in front of him have given Xiaolang too much stimulation.

Even if he is a rough man, it is rare to have a little idea of ​​literature and art.

"This thing depends on talent." Chen Jianhai shook his head rationally.

"But as the old saying goes, as long as I work hard and grind an iron pestle into a needle, as long as I work hard, I will definitely see the gains!" Xiao Lang's eyes flickered.

With that said, Xiao Lang said unhappily, "What are you laughing at? Am I right?"

Chen Jianhai rolled his eyes:

"You've been playing games since the day you could climb, and now you've been playing for nearly 30 years, aren't you still a handicap, even I can't take it with you!"