Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

"..." Qingqing was yelled by her. She didn't dare to say a word more. She shrunk her head and retreated. She hid beside her and didn't dare to speak any more.

Looking at Tang Xiao's figure disappeared in the elevator door, Xu Nian slowly pulled out a sneer.

She cold hum a way, "today let this smelly wench know, what is the rule, don't think I Xu Nian is easy to provoke."

Qingqing didn't know where she came from. She had doubts in her heart, but she didn't dare to say a word. She just nodded her head.

In fact, Tang Xiao didn't feel embarrassed when he ran into Xu Nian. It was just that mu Yunshen's words were still ringing in her ears that day, reminding her all the time.

Indeed, she no longer lives for herself. There are still many important people.

With that energy, it's better to do something meaningful than to waste time with people like Xu Nian.

With this idea in mind, Tang Xiao was surprised to find that today's Xu Nian didn't seem to want to trouble her at all. After entering the interview room, he went directly to his seat and sat down, as if he didn't see her at all.

The interviewer is the same as last time.

Secretary Li came in with no expression on his face as usual.

"Today's interview is still a work, the theme of which is Chinese style. It will be finished and handed in in in two hours."

What she said was simple and comprehensive, but the people at the bottom could not help but knead a sweat for themselves.

From the beginning of the student days, we are deeply familiar with a truth.

It's not terrible when the topic is long. After all, there are traces to follow. What's really terrible is that it's as short as it is now.

Secretary Liu said that everything was just a game, but only those who were assessed knew that the two sides decided which 20 of them could have the honor of being elected.

Survival of the fittest and elimination of the fittest are the survival rules of nature, which also apply to the survival of the workplace.

No matter what kind of mentality and purpose, no one is willing to be eliminated in this way, just like the sand abandoned in the dark corner when the waves are scouring the sand.

Tang Xiao also frowned.

However, even though he was very worried, no one dared to take the lead to ask secretary Liu for more details, such as the specific scope of Chinese style, such as which tools and materials should be used.

So secretary Liu said these words easily, turned around and left, leaving a group of confused lambs.

Tang Xiao slightly frowned and opened the toolbox beside him. He probably glanced inside to find some inspiration.

Chinese style.

This concept is really too general.

Chinese style can be the traditional dragon play, Phoenix flower cluster, can also be the modern peace and prosperity, live and work in peace and contentment, in the end should choose which is good, in the end which is what they really want?

Tang Xiao gently tut a, suddenly feel some difficult to do.

She was bored for a while and slowly found some inspiration.

If you don't try, how can you know if it's ok? Maybe you can make a mistake.

Xu Nian slanted his eyes and glanced at Tang Xiao sitting next to her with the corner of his eye. He just watched Tang Xiao take out his writing brush and ink tray.

Xu Nian raised his eyebrows slightly. Why, was he planning to go with the ink style? Looking at her silence there for so long, I thought she would come up with something amazing.

She sneered a little disdainfully, turned her eyes around, and suddenly an idea came into her mind.

Tang Xiao focused on staring at the square inch white paper in front of her. She didn't notice the woman around her and the sneer of her lips.

As time ticked by, the paper in front of Tang Xiao was gradually filled with ink paintings with different shades.

The water of the small bridge in the water town of the south of the Yangtze River sleeps in the misty rain, separated by a layer of indistinct fog, like a thin curtain, which brings a mysterious aesthetic feeling of holding a pipa.

Seeing that it was about to end, Tang Xiao was holding a writing brush and was working very hard. Suddenly, she heard someone calling her, "Tang Xiao, Tang Xiao!"

Tang Xiao subconsciously looked up, but it was facing Xu Nian's face.

Her heart immediately floated a layer of boredom, and she lowered her head in a bad mood, not intending to pay attention to her.

But Xu Nian obviously didn't intend to give up. He still called her name and stretched his neck like a roast goose soaked in salt water.

"Tang Xiao, Tang Xiao..."