Twitter is also a publicity channel, and Zhao Yang will not hide his own information on it.

He also has an identity verification on Twitter, and the identity of the president of the agency is written under his name.

"But the office is closed, isn't it?"

Yui expressed doubts.

"I'm just lazy. We are currently focusing on cultivation and don't care whether the office is open or not.

But it’s not a good idea to just leave the office alone all the time, it would be great if someone could look after it.”

Zhao Yang looked at Yui Qi and said, "You are very suitable and are more than qualified to be the receptionist in my office.

The work is not complicated. It's basically just recording the commission and then telling me.

If you are really busy with schoolwork, you can take a break from going to the office, as long as you can go a few days a week. "

"The conditions are too good..."

Yui said in surprise.

"I've already said that we are currently focusing our energy on cultivation, so the office is naturally very idle, but who knows what will happen in the future..."

Zhao Yang held up a finger and said, "If you are willing to work, I will give you a salary of 10,000."

"so much?"

Yui was a little surprised, this was much higher than her part-time job at a convenience store.

Zhao Yang snorted: "It's not suitable for my status to open too low."

Actually not.

He was just trying to buy favor with money.

Zhao Yang said: "If you are interested, I can take you to the office to have a look and then make a decision."

"it is good."

Yui nodded.

…Actually she wasn’t curious about the firm.

She just wanted to stay with Zhao Yang for a while longer, so she agreed.

So the two of them set off to the office.

She followed Zhao Yang out of the park, answering his daily questions like what he learned in school and whether he had made any friends.

"...No friends? Do you usually spend your days off at home?"

Zhao Yang and she got on the tram and talked about this topic.

“Studying and music are very fulfilling.”

Yui prayed.

"Come to think of it, I also have a friend who studies music. Even though he's in high school, he should have something in common with you. Would you like me to introduce you to him?"

Before Zhao Yang could say Xiang and Mirai's names, she asked, "The girl with yellow hair and the girl with black hair?"

"Oh……"

Yui said: "I've seen you at a concert before."

"I see."

“They left messages on my video.”

"Really? They are all good kids, easy to talk to. I'll introduce them to you when I have the chance."

"..."

Yui didn't answer.

She didn't know what to say.

She had no desire to meet new people, but she wasn't averse to that either.

Just...anything is okay?

Yui couldn't think of how to express her thoughts, so she stopped talking.

In this way, she gave Zhao Yang the feeling of a "three-no" girl.

But his XP has always been broad, and he doesn't think this is a bad thing.

After chatting for a while, the tram arrived at the station.

Zhao Yang brought Yui to the office, went in and turned on the light, then said:

"This is my office. The first floor is the reception area, the second floor is... the third floor is..."

He took Yui on a tour from the bottom to the top, and finally returned to the first floor.

"how do you feel?"

"good."

Yui nodded: "But I don't understand the reception work of the office."

"It's very simple, look at this."

Zhao Yang found the long-forgotten form left by his parents on the first floor:

“You just need to follow the form to ask questions, which mainly include name, occupation, contact information, and content of the commission.

If it's urgent, call me. If it's not urgent, save it and make an appointment later...

In addition to on-site reception, you also need to reply to emails.

That’s basically it.”

242 A Song for You

Yui said: "It doesn't sound difficult."

“That’s basically the job.

By the way, the snacks and drinks in the office will be replenished, so you don’t have to worry about it and can use them as you like.”

Zhao Yang told her that Alisa and Suzuka were in charge of logistics.

"How about it, are you interested in coming to work?"

Yui was silent for a few seconds, looked at him and asked, "Do you want me to agree?"

Zhao Yang thought her question was a little strange, but he still nodded: "I want to."

"Then I agree."

Yui prayed.

Zhao Yang became worried instead: "You agreed so readily without giving it much thought."

"Need not."

In fact, he was worrying too much. Yui would not believe everyone's words.

Zhao Yang still has a different position in her heart.

After agreeing to sign the contract tomorrow, Zhao Yang sent her back to school.

Yui returned to the dormitory quickly.

She turned on her computer and checked her YouTube page first.

When she was done, she sat in a chair and thought back to that distant afternoon when the channel was first created.

…She just casually created the YouTube channel at first, without any intention of updating it for a long time.

She just uploads her covers in her spare time out of her love for music.

Even the recording device was just a broken cell phone.

The only thing I focused on was my singing skills.

Sing and record repeatedly until you are satisfied and then upload it.

It is because I put my heart into it that I care so much about results.

Although I have never thought about operating the channel for a long time, I also want to get praise from others.

It’s really hard for a newcomer’s channel to be known immediately.

Not to mention that on YouTube, the channels of extraordinary people are the most popular, followed by those lively life videos.

The attention paid to cover videos is relatively low.

Her video is not well made, there is no original MV, only a photo of a flower, which is not attractive at all.

After several days, the click rate only increased by single digits, and there was not a single comment.

Yui thought at the time that perhaps no one would have the patience to listen to the whole song with such poor sound quality.

Just when her anticipation cooled down, that person appeared.

"First time seeing it, it sounds good, single recommendation, getting married."

He said something meaningful and broke into her world.

"Your number of views is too low. Let me help you promote it on Twitter."

So Yui knew that the person was an extraordinary person.

A young man who has pushed many people online, has little talent but works very hard.

With his help, her channel started to gain momentum.

But he was usually very busy and would usually only show up when she had a new submission, and would rarely speak after that.

Yui herself has a cold personality, so she didn't have much contact with him.

But she has always cared about this special fan.

Although I don’t follow him on Twitter, I often read the tweets he shares.

Naturally, Yui knew a lot about him.

For example, his female friends, family, office, apartment... Later he became the president and even accomplished something great.

She knew more about him than he thought.

But that's all.

Last year, the other party reduced his comments due to family changes, which further distanced them...

Yui leaned her elbows on the table, her cheeks supported by her palms, and her left fingers pushed the pencil on the table.

———I don’t know if he has discovered it?

Last year, after she learned that Zhao Yang's parents had passed away, she specially released some comforting songs.

The girl whispered:

“Actually, those are all songs sung for you.”

but……

I can't say it...

But now that we know each other, maybe there will be a chance in the future?

Yui lowered her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously:

"Good night."

she whispered.

"…So, brother, what you mean is that after eating and taking a walk, you found a new employee for the firm?"

Fate looked a little confused.

"Sodayo."

Zhao Yang nodded and said casually: "I always feel that I have a good relationship with Inori. She should be very suitable for working in the firm."

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