Chapter 177 Strange Proportions

Binhai City is less than 1000 kilometers away.

China, Shanghai Stock Exchange.

The inauguration ceremony of the new headquarters building of Fanxing Group.

Qiantong sighed helplessly, "There are so many people! I hate places with many people the most."

Lao Yu, the cameraman carrying the camera, comforted, "There's no way, who made us eat this bowl of rice. But you, why do you want to be admitted to the journalism department as a reporter even if you hate so many people?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Qiantong was full of resentment, and said: "I was admitted to the journalism department because I wanted to be a TV host, who would have thought that I would be a small reporter after squeezing my head into the TV station! "

Older Yu is in his forties, has already married and established a business, and has long been open to these things. He was wearing a work vest with many pockets. He held the camera in one hand, and took out a pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of the vest with the other hand. He took out the lighter and lit it, and took a deep breath.

"Who doesn't want to be a host? Being a host is so beautiful, but the problem is that you have no connections, and you don't have a professional background in broadcasting and hosting. Just make do with it. You're just making a living."

Lao Yu took another puff of his cigarette, looking at the sea of ​​people in front of him, he felt a little irritable. There are a lot of people and there are a lot of people in the same industry. When you compete for a good photography position, you have to go through a lot of shopping. There have been situations where you rushed to fight for the first time. Looking forward to it.

He pushed up his peaked cap and looked up at the newly completed Starry Headquarters building.

The 25-storey building is square, angular, looks stable and solid, but compared with other unconventional buildings, it looks unremarkable. It stands to reason that the Fanxing Group is so rich that they can't afford to hire an internationally renowned architect, right?

Never mind, it's none of my business anyway. He pushed down the brim of his peaked cap again.

In front of the main entrance of the building, a long red carpet was laid, extending from the inside of the building to the outside of the building, and then extending to both sides.

Several star-studded technical staff adjusted the microphones on the podium.

The left and right sides of the podium are covered with a pile of red cloth. I don't know what it is, and it will probably be revealed soon.

Qiantong took out the makeup mirror and carefully applied her makeup.

"Let's go, Fanxing's public relations department has come out, hurry up and get the red envelope." Lao Yu urged her with a push.

Qian Hitomi also perked up,

Complaints are complaints, and no one will be troubled by money.

I just don't know how thick Fanxing's red envelope is, is it enough to buy a bottle of imported perfume?

The other reporters present were also moved and flocked to the benefactor this time.

"Everyone, don't be in a hurry, come here and line up to sign in, everyone has a share." The person in charge of Fanxing's public relations department said with a smile.

This is already an industry practice, and the reporters who come to report will be paid a fee. The money is soft, so reporters will choose good ones when they write reports.

Qian Tong and Lao Yu lined up in order and reported the name of their own TV station. The person in charge of the public relations department simply handed them two red envelopes.

Squeezing out from the crowd, Qian Tong couldn't wait to open the red envelope and counted, "2888! Fan Xing is quite generous!"

Lao Yu put the camera on the ground, opened the red envelope, and counted all the money in it. There is only 1888 in his red envelope, but it is better than nothing, and it is always more unlucky to be behind the scenes.

He carefully counted out 200 yuan and stuffed the remaining 1688 back into the red envelope.

"Old Yu, what are you doing?" Qian Tong asked puzzled.

Lao Yu stuffed the red envelope into one of the pockets of his overalls, and said with a smile: "It's all my fault. I drank too much once and casually said in front of my wife that such important press conferences usually have red envelopes. As a result, I My wife kept it in mind. Since then, all the red envelopes received have to be handed over to her. Men, what can I do if I don’t have some private money?"

He patted the remaining 200 yuan, "I handed over the 1688 to her, and said that only 1688 was issued, and I will reject the 200."

"Damn!" Qiantong scolded, "You stinky men! You have so many tricks!"

Lao Yu responded not to be outdone: "Isn't it because you women are too tight? I can't even smoke anymore, otherwise I wouldn't have made such a bad plan!"

"No, I have to tell my sister-in-law someday!" She was quite sympathetic.

Old Yu chuckled, "If you tell her, I won't tell you other secret secrets. You will suffer a lot when you find a man in the future!"

"You..." Qian Tong was speechless bitterly.

Lao Yu held up two hundred-yuan bills, looked at them against the light, and verified the anti-counterfeiting marks - he heard from his peers at a party that there were indeed fake bills in the red envelopes issued by the company, so he had to be careful .

There is no problem with the anti-counterfeiting mark, it is a genuine banknote.

He was relieved, just got up and put down his raised hand, but suddenly found an interesting coincidence.

"Qiantong, look." He greeted his companion.

"What's the matter?"

Qian Tong absently responded casually. She was still thinking about the matter of old Yu hiding his private house money just now, and she said that when she finds her husband in the future, she must learn from it and not learn from Yu's sister-in-law. She should give her husband some pocket money every month, but she can't Too much, otherwise he might spend the money on drinking and drinking... How much is appropriate? 300 or 500?

"Qiantong, come and have a look." Lao Yu greeted again.

"What?" She walked over in a dazed manner.

"Look, does this proportion look like it?" Lao Yu excitedly held up a hundred-yuan bill for her to see.

"What proportion is not proportionate?" Monk Zhang Er was puzzled.

Lao Yu said anxiously: "Look, this banknote, and this building, look carefully!"

He is a photographer, very good at finding the right angle to observe objects and people. At this time, he held a hundred-yuan bill in his hand, facing the starry new building, put the bill upright beside the building, and beckoned Qian Tong to come over and take a look.

"Look, isn't the aspect ratio of this banknote very similar to the aspect ratio of this building?"

Qian Tong leaned next to him, looked suspiciously at the banknotes, and then at the new building.

"Yes?" She wasn't sure.

Old Yu said with certainty: "It can't be wrong!"

"So what?" She was still not interested.

Lao Yu was a little discouraged, "Don't you think it's very interesting? It's unlikely to be a coincidence, right?"

"Why can't it be a coincidence?" she asked back.

"This..." Lao Yu couldn't tell the reason, "If it's a coincidence, it's too coincidental!"

"So what if it's not a coincidence? You can design your building however you like..."

She didn't feel curious why Fanxing designed the building with the aspect ratio of RMB? Lao Yu deeply felt that men and women really do not have a common language.

He looked at the podium, Fanxing's employees had already left, and the main show was about to begin.