Cosmetics company PR

Chapter 56 Mr. Perfect

There is only one and a half days left until the Beauty Expo starts.Other enterprises have come to the end of their exhibition arrangements, but Miya has just begun.There is not much time left, and Miya’s booth is four times bigger after the joint exhibition, and the design of the booth full of pop elements is also a lot of work. , that is, the lion opened his mouth and asked for prices.

Still Xiao Song.He brought the workers who have been cooperating with Xiangyun Theater to help, not only took a series of hard work of transportation, construction, and exhibition arrangement, but also did not charge a penny.

The heat in Shanghai these days has been astonishing, and the temperature in May has soared to more than 30 degrees Celsius. Vehicles transporting building materials and various exhibition props are not allowed to enter the venue. The sofas, tables and chairs, and a few more pieces are stacked together on a trolley, and transported to the exhibition hall where Mi Ya is located time after time.

The president of Mi Ya didn't say "thank you" from the beginning to the end, but rolled up the sleeves of the tens of thousands of silk shirts, and worked together with the workers wearing a dozen yuan of money cloth vests.Pass through the open square with a straight-line distance of more than 200 meters, through the No. 1 exhibition hall of more than 1 square meters, through the tens of meters long exhibition hall corridor, and through No. 1 exhibition hall, which is more than half of the same area as No. 2 exhibition hall, Back and forth.

Zhan Yifei took the giant light box of Miya's main visual poster off the cart, and then carefully moved it to its proper place with a worker.The sun above the head can almost melt people, and it is rare to take a sip of water after taking a break, and find that the mineral water is as sweet as honey.

This is the first time.Before that, the heaviest job he had done was carrying the 1.8-meter Tange from the door of the villa into the bedroom on the third floor, but the light box with Tange's photos was much heavier than Tange himself.

He had tasted the hardships of Fu Nong carrying bottled water up to the nineteenth floor a few years ago. One moment his whole body was paralyzed, and he wished he could stop doing it. The next moment he was full of energy and gritted his teeth.

People who have never tasted that kind of hardship will not know that it makes people reborn, live a long life, and can live from the old life to the new era.

It was built on the first day and worked from one o'clock in the afternoon to three o'clock in the morning of the next day. The booth has taken shape, like a gradually forming skeleton, just waiting to be filled with flesh and blood.

Miya's people in the entire expo center were the last to leave, and they gathered for work before nine o'clock the next day.

Zhan Yuanyuan took the blueprints and followed her brother in and out, both as a conductor and as a logistics provider, taking care of all the trivial matters of delivering water and buying food, and occasionally with a sweet smile, she relaxed her shoulders and beat the backs of the exhausted workers.

During the short lunch break, Zhan Yifei and the workers who built the exhibition together bought a boxed meal and sat on the ground, devouring it.After working for most of the day, I am very hungry now, and the problem of picky eaters is cured without any medicine.Two meat and one vegetarian, a bowl of soup, very good.The background music was played in a loop in the exhibition hall, the kind of divine comedy that could be heard all over the street. The workers all liked this song, and he actually thought it was good when he listened to it, and he could even hum it a few times inadvertently.

Good.All good.

Covered in sweat, the shirt was wet and dry, dry and wet, and there was a layer of white salt flowers floating on his arms.Zhan Yifei can't get tanned, but sheds his skin like a snake. Fresh pink skin sloughs off his neck, and it hurts badly when he gets sweat on it.

When Zhan Yuanyuan saw it, her heart ached so much that she leaned on her brother's shoulder, "Xiao Feifei, let others do it. You are the boss, not a worker, so why ask for it!"

"Miya is my company, how can I let others work hard for her, while I stand by and watch?" Zhan Yuanyuan's long hair brushed against his neck, itching and hurting, Zhan Yifei frowned, and gently pushed Pushing my sister, "Stay away from me, it's too hot."

Turning his face slightly, he saw Fang Funong and Xiao Song sitting not far away.Last night, the two of them stayed in the exhibition hall until the latest, and they showed up together again this morning.At this moment, Xiao Song took small bites of the hamburger, Fang Funong drank water, and the two chatted from time to time, seeming quite intimate.

Xiao Song is a well-mannered young man. It is not easy to carry a sofa weighing sixty or seventy kilograms around. His cheeks are flushed from the sun, and he looks very shy and handsome.Zhan Yifei frowned slightly and looked at him for a while, then said to him, "I don't like to say 'thank you', it's too pretentious to say 'thank you'. I will remember your help today. you."

"I used to always come to Xiangyun to take the stage when I was free, but recently I can't invite them any more." Xiao Song replied with a smile, "This work is not in vain, even if I invite President Fang to play."

Fang Funong also laughed, and instead of looking at Zhan Yifei, he looked at Xiao Song, "Okay, then it's a deal."

"Then let's replay the 'Phoenix Returns to the Nest' from last time."

"——Daddy, he is too indiscreet in his actions, and he made his daughter suffer in front of others..."

Fang Funong opened his voice directly, and Xiao Song also responded tacitly with the libretto, but this time he was not pretending to be Cheng's mother, but Mu Juyi.In this drama, he and Cheng Xue'e played by Fang Funong are a married couple.

Zhan Yifei will never forget this play, that time when Fang Fu Nong tricked himself into his body, and he sang this "Phoenix Returns to the Nest".

"She said that the young lady came to meet her, but the officials didn't believe her words..."

Zhan Yifei inexplicably felt acid reflux in his stomach, and suddenly interrupted Xiao Song, asking: "Xiao Song, you are not young anymore, don't you have a girlfriend?"

Xiao Song lowered his head slightly, just smiled and didn't answer, but Fang Funong answered for him, "He lives in the drama, he won't fall in love with women in reality, but he might fall in love with me who often plays with him. "

Zhan Yifei also knew that these words were mostly a joke, but the hamburger he bit into his mouth was even more tasteless.Seeing that Xiao Song was still looking at Fang Funong with tenderness on his face, he stood up expressionlessly, and walked between the two with his back straight like an SS soldier, "Enough rest huh, work."

At ten o'clock in the evening, the expo center enters the closed mode. The workers who are still building booths in the exhibition hall can continue, but the central air conditioners are all turned off; They began to leave the venue one after another; at two o'clock in the morning, after staying up all night and working all day, seeing that Xiao Song and the workers were exhausted, Zhan Yifei proposed to finish the finishing work by himself, and the rest of the people went home to rest; At four o'clock, only the president of Miya and his public relations man were left in the exhibition hall of more than 1 square meters. One of them was adjusting the lighting, and the other was painting on a blank display board. They looked at each other and smiled.

On the last day before the opening of the beauty expo, more than half an hour later, the last string of LED light strips was debugged, the last rose was inserted into the blooming flowers, and the last beautiful bottle was put into the display cabinet. The glass showcase reflects colored dots of different sizes, and the whole booth is like a beautiful mirage.

The two big men were so busy that they felt that the bones of their bodies were about to fall apart. They lay on the sofa used to sit and negotiate with customers, looking at the festoon-shaped light strips hanging from the ceiling.

The exhibition hall was airtight, and in order to covet the little bit of coolness, both men unbuttoned their shirts, exposing their bare chests.The sofa was too narrow, and they had to carefully hug their sides and fold their bodies half-folded so that one would not fall off.Fang Funong buried his face in Zhan Yifei's neck and sniffed, and then said that he smelled of sweat, which was unbearable.Of course, Zhan Yifei immediately opened his mouth to fight back, and don't dislike the stinky tofu durian, they are obviously in the same boat.

That being said, he hugged him even tighter.

"Look, isn't it beautiful?" Really beautiful.All the soreness and exhaustion disappeared at this moment, he was like a father who personally delivered his daughter, and watched her grow up, with all kinds of demeanor.Full of pride.Zhan Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned puzzled, "It's strange, I think this place is like the place I lived before I was seven years old, I think this place is like my home..."

Fang Funong slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, "Whether you can sign the bill on the spot depends on the communication skills of the salesperson..."

Fang Fu Nong wanted to recommend himself, but Yi Fei suddenly approached him, "Actually, I have been thinking about this issue before Zhao Honglei left, I know what you want to say," he kissed his lips, and smiled softly, "But this time someone is more suitable than you, myMr.PR, myMr.Perfect."

Fang Funong was a little surprised: "When did you do it?"

"When you thought I was sleeping in your bed."

Neither of them spoke anymore, and they were already too tired to speak. The sweat they worked together flowed down their bare chests, combining the two young and strong male bodies together.

Even stronger than when they had sex.

It must be the extreme fatigue that gave people an illusion. Zhan Yifei felt that he could never leave this man again, at least not in this life.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Hey, Fang Funong."

"Ok?"

"Do you like Xiao Song?"

"Why did you ask so?"

"He is nice, smart and gentle, and seems to like you very much."

"I don't like it." The jealousy was unreasonable, and Fang Funong almost laughed, "I have to like everyone who likes me, and I won't be exhausted."

"So... do you like me?" Zhan Yifei turned around, supported himself with his arms, and looked into Fang Funong's eyes, "You said you liked me before, but I don't think you mean it. Are you serious? Not serious?"

This question is too direct and not smart enough.But now he doesn't have the energy to think about so much, he wants to know the answer, and as long as the other party is willing to tell, he will believe it.

In the past two days, Mr. PR received an email saying that the project in South Africa is going more smoothly than expected because the funds are in place. The first phase will be completed in a month at most, and as long as the first phase is completed, he will have a way to find financing.

Fang Fu Nong thought about the meaning of "like" carefully, and felt that the word had nothing to do with "forever" or "together", so he admitted it.

He kissed the most beautiful eyes in the world and said, yes, I like you.