yournovel Chapter 211 This damn, irresistible handsomeness!
Chapter 211 This damn, irresistible handsomeness!
Chapter 211 This damn, irresistible handsomeness!
at the same time.
Xu Fei's narration began at the opportune moment, her sweet voice carrying a hint of reverence:
"This is the leader of our new media department, an indispensable member of our team. It is his forward-thinking and scientific planning that has led to the well-structured and highly efficient new media department we have today..."
It has to be said that Chen Xi's camera work is truly impressive.
In addition, there's a special effects subtitle hanging next to Yu Huan in the scene:
Acting Deputy Director of the New Media Department.
Without even realizing it, it gives people a sense of awe and reverence.
Wang Xianjiao casually browsed the comments section, her eyes drawn to several popular comments:
Why are all the bosses in my family beer-bellied and balding, while other people's bosses are so handsome and young?!
'Just clicked on the video? After watching it: "The boss is so handsome!!"'
'This is a true male god; Zhang Heshuo and his ilk can't compare at all!'
'This leader's charisma really blows away those effeminate K-pop idols, right?'
"Are positions assigned based on appearance?"
Upon seeing the comments related to the entertainment industry, Wang Xianjiao noticed that online trolls had inexplicably gone off-topic and started criticizing Korean stars, so she clicked on them to take a closer look.
The building within a building had become a battlefield where countless opposing factions were exchanging insults, a scene of utter chaos.
Most of the comments are sarcastic and sarcastic, some are offensive, and occasionally there are random comments like "+1" from passersby.
In 2012, Jay Chou publicly stated at an awards ceremony: "Don't let the Korean wave become more and more arrogant; the Chinese wave is the coolest!"
This was a time when the Korean wave was at its peak.
Last year, during the Zhang Genshuo car incident, he used English profanity on Weibo to insult brainless fans of Korean culture. This caused a huge uproar online and he became a target for malicious trolls who frequently attacked him off-topic.
Wang Xianjiao was naturally used to this, but surprisingly no one in the building objected, saying that in terms of looks, Brother Yu was not as good as Zhang Genshuo.
This made her click her tongue in disapproval.
Shut down the smoky, chaotic duplex.
She gently pressed the F5 key to refresh the webpage.
Suddenly, I noticed that the video blogger 'Your Little Bear ovo' tagged my trending Weibo post four minutes ago:
"I ran into my boss in the stairwell when I went to the cafeteria for lunch. Not only is he handsome, but he also looks to be about 1.85 meters tall! //@yourlittlebearovo: ……"
Within minutes, the Weibo post had garnered 37 comments.
In the comments section, the top-rated comment questioned: "Is this for real? Working in the same place, and with such a handsome and young boss? Is this the first time you've seen him in person?"
The blogger just replied: 'There are at least 800 to 1,000 people working in the Lianhe Zaobao building every day, in several shifts. Is it strange that I haven't noticed this before?'
Wang Xianjiao was about to casually leave a comment when she suddenly slapped her forehead, realizing that this was an official account and she couldn't freely express her personal opinions.
Coming to my senses, I quickly deleted it again.
I almost got punished!
She quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket, opened the Weibo app, and typed rapidly.
Finally, a comment was posted by a Weibo account with the nickname 'Ai Susu's Jiao Jiao':
"As a fellow employee of the newspaper, and someone who has close ties with the new media department, I can vouch for the blogger's claims. My boss is definitely over 1.8 meters tall!"
Having been involved in the fan community for a long time, she was careful not to directly say that she was in the new media department operations or was the person in charge of the official Weibo account.
I put my phone on the table and couldn't help but turn my head to look again at the boss who was slumped in his office chair, resting with his eyes closed.
Saying.
Does Brother Yu know that he's suddenly become a little popular online?
Light and shadow danced on the windowsill.
Clouds fly and the sun moves.
Before I knew it, the clock on the wall had already pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon.
Despite the rapid passage of time, the pace of work remains undiminished.
The internal phone and keyboard clicks rang out as Yu Huan processed the documents one after another.
Finally, I finished my work, got up to go to the toilet, and came back to my familiar state of slacking off.
He had just slumped into his office chair when he caught a glimpse of Zheng Yu hurrying towards him and stopping in front of his desk.
"Deputy Director Yu, there's something I need to report to you..."
During Zheng Yu's statement, Yu Huan sat up straight, a hint of surprise on her face.
After Zheng Yu paused briefly, Yu Huan, whose heartstrings were slowly tightening, asked with confusion, "You mean, someone edited footage of me from a short film, posted it on Weibo, and it even went viral?"
Won't I get attacked online unexpectedly?
"Yes."
Yu Huan pressed further: "What's the public's reaction?"
"Public opinion is positive." A smile involuntarily appeared on Zheng Yu's lips.
In her view, this is not a bad thing at all.
Hearing the expert's explanation, things seemed to be developing in a way that contradicted his initial thoughts; it wasn't as bad as he had imagined.
Yu Huan breathed a sigh of relief.
He leaned forward slightly, clicked the browser with the mouse, entered the Sina Weibo address, and began to view it.
According to him, the trending topic #The Leader of Jiangnan Morning Post is Too Handsome# was found at number 47 on the hot search list.
After browsing through the documents, Yu Huan moved the mouse with her right hand while lightly tapping the desktop with her left fingertips.
"Zheng Yu, I understand the situation. You can go about your business. Oh, by the way, call Xu Fei over here."
“Okay.” Zheng Yu nodded in agreement, then turned and left.
Not long after, Yu Huan, who was staring intently at the screen and browsing Weibo, noticed a series of light footsteps stopping in front of his desk.
He looked up at Xu Fei, who had been summoned.
He said bluntly, "Xu Fei, regarding the fact that my edited short film went viral, you can talk to the various platforms and let netizens entertain themselves, but don't fuel the fire."
“Yes, Deputy Director Yu.” Xu Fei nodded in response.
After a moment's thought, she asked, "What about social media accounts?"
"If it's just normal reposting and commenting, then we don't need to worry about it." Yu Huan waved her hand and said, "It'll be five o'clock in an hour. There's a lot to do on Friday, so you should go ahead and get busy."
"I understand, I'll get back to work now!"
Yu Huan stared blankly at Xu Fei's petite figure as she drifted towards her workstation like a gust of wind.
I felt utterly speechless.
Are netizens these days rubbing salt in their crotches?
Handsome and trending on social media?
Ranked 47th?
Although the hype was clearly coming to an end and would obviously fade away soon, he never expected that he would have such a magical experience.
That damn, irresistible handsomeness!
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating one side of the desk, creating a serene and peaceful scene.
Unbeknownst to them, the hour and minute hands of the clock on the white wall overlapped at five o'clock.
After the weekly meeting, Yu Huan decisively went down one floor from the stairwell to the editor-in-chief's office on the eleventh floor to find Lin's father.
He gently knocked on the door, and when he heard a "Come in" from inside, he pushed the door open and entered.
Inside, Old Lin was chatting and laughing with someone.
The person sitting opposite Lao Lin had some gray hair, and as Yu Huan got closer, the gold-rimmed glasses clipped to his ear could be seen.
President Xu, who is usually elusive and rarely seen, is here drinking tea!
Old Lin looked up and saw Yu Huan, and a hearty smile immediately spread across his face. He joked, "Speak of the devil, and he appears!"
Yu Huan first called out "Dad" affectionately, then greeted Old Xu, who had turned around, warmly: "Hello, Uncle Xu!"
He pulled out the chair next to Old Xu and sat down, smiling as he said, "It's not working time now, so I won't address you by your title."
Old Xu joked, "If you call me president now, I'll have a problem with that!"
"Uncle Xu, what are you talking about me about?"
Old Xu laughed heartily: "Little Yu, you've become quite famous within the newspaper office today!"
"He's got a new nickname, Yu Shuai," Old Lin added with a smile.
Yu Huan joked, "Dad, it's not the 'shuai' in 'cricket,' is it?"
“Of course it’s the handsomeness of a handsome guy!” Old Xu chimed in, picking up his teacup and downing it in one gulp.
However, Yu Huan sighed, and after the teasing, said with a slight headache:
"However, I'm not just famous within the newspaper office. Some netizens edited together my footage, and it actually went viral. When I checked before, it was only number 47!"
Old Lin, who had been studying new media for some time, immediately understood.
He asked, somewhat surprised, "Why are you trending?"
“Handsome,” Yu Huan replied simply.
Old Lin was speechless. Old Xu laughed after hearing this, and jokingly asked, following Yu Huan's earlier words, "Is it the 'shuai' in 'cricket' or the 'shuai' in 'handsome'?"
“Of course it’s handsome!” Yu Huan replied.
"Your features are quite photogenic," Old Xu nodded with a smile.
"It's mainly because I inherited my grandfather's excellent genes," Yu Huan said modestly.
His words left Old Xu with no doubt: "Yes, your grandfather is indeed quite elegant."
As he spoke, Old Xu picked up a pack of Furongwang cigarettes from the table and offered one to Old Lin, who was washing Yu Huan's teacup.
Yu Huan noticed that the tea leaves in the open covered bowl in front of Lao Lin were Golden Needle tea.
Old Lin usually doesn't drink this stuff or that Pu'er tea cake; he only brings them out when entertaining guests.
His usual tea choices are Classic 58 and Phoenix Dancong.
After sipping tea for a while, Yu Huan readily accepted Lao Xu's invitation to dinner.
The three then walked together and took the elevator downstairs.
After a short while, they went down to the first floor.
As soon as the door opened, people along the way greeted them warmly, with shouts of "Hello, President Xu!" and "Hello, Editor-in-Chief Lin!" echoing through the corridor.
There are many different ways to address Yu Huan.
Some people formally call him "Deputy Director Yu," some drop the "Deputy" and call him "Director Yu," some even call him "Handsome Yu," and when Chen Yaoyao calls him "Brother Yu," there are at least four different ways to address him.
Overall, it's still somewhat respectable.
After eating my fill.
Yu Huan bid farewell to the two elders and rode his electric scooter home alone as the sun set.
It was rush hour, and I was driving through the dense traffic, enduring the cold wind the whole way.
At the same time, the day's heavy mental work made him feel drowsy, as if his energy had been completely drained, and his eyelids felt as heavy as a mountain.
Arriving at the roller shutter door in a daze, Yu Huan pushed the electric scooter into the garage, parked it securely, and then hurried up to the third floor.
The first thing I did after entering the room was to take a hot shower.
All the fatigue was washed away by the hot water pouring from the showerhead and disappeared down the drain.
I came out of the shower feeling refreshed, dried my hair, and then turned on the TV.
Yu Huan slumped into the sofa, playing on her phone and scrolling through Weibo in the background noise of the TV.
Ignoring the rather sarcastic online trolls, Yu Huan carefully read the friendly comments from netizens, most of which included the word "handsome," and couldn't help but grin.
Suddenly, a video call request popped up on the screen.
Seeing the contact's nickname "May You Have Abundance Every Year," he answered the call without hesitation, since it was the old man calling.
After a slight pause, Yu Chengcheng's grinning face appeared.
He tilted his head and smiled at someone, saying, "It's very simple. As long as you're connected to Wi-Fi, you can video chat with people anytime!"
It's obvious that she's teaching the old man how to use a smartphone.
Yu Huan's lips curled up slightly: "Orange, what's wrong with you?"
Yu Chengcheng turned her head to look at the screen: "I'm teaching Grandpa how to make a WeChat video call!"
At this moment, Grandpa Yu's face half entered the frame, and he smiled brightly.
Yu Huan hurriedly called out, "Grandpa."
"Hey!" The old man took the phone from Yu Chengcheng's hand. The screen shook a few times before stabilizing, showing his big smiling face: "Huanhuan, have you had dinner yet?"
"I ate." Yu Huan nodded slightly.
"You're not working on the weekend, why don't you bring your sister-in-law back to show Grandpa?" Yu Chengcheng interjected from the side.
Yu Huan sighed helplessly, "She's too busy and doesn't have time to go back to Xingcheng. I have to go to Yangcheng to see her on Sunday."
Yu Chengcheng's forehead peeked into the frame, revealing the upper half of her eyes.
Yu Chengcheng keenly caught the key information: "So you're not busy on Saturday?"
Upon hearing this question, Yu Huan pondered for a moment.
Yu Chengcheng pretended to scold: "You never come back to visit Grandpa unless there's something wrong, right? What do you mean by that!"
The old man hurriedly waved his hand: "There's no need to pressure him like that, he must have something else to do."
The grandfather and grandson played the good cop and the bad cop, their cooperation was seamless.
After the evening rush hour, it only takes 50 minutes to drive home in my BMW.
I feel it would be a real shame not to go back.
So he joked, "Of course I can go back anytime, it's just that someone keeps asking me to bring her a family bucket of food, which is too expensive, so I'm a little hesitant to go back."
"Huan-ge, you really can't be that stingy, can you?" Yu Chengcheng raised her delicate eyebrows.
Yu Huan sighed and jokingly said, feigning difficulty, "Now I'm a married man, and she has a firm grip on my finances. I'm completely controlled by her, and I have no choice in the matter!"
The old man's smile grew even brighter when he heard that his grandson wanted to come home.
He waved his hand dismissively and said arrogantly, "How much? I'll reimburse you!"
"Fifth Uncle!" Yu Chengcheng exclaimed.
Yu Huan hurriedly said, "Actually, it's just that Third Uncle wants to embezzle two hundred yuan from you. Grandpa, the money must not go through her hands. Just give it to me directly."
Seeing that his older cousin was not as usual as he had been, he was not helping to steal the old man's retirement money, and even wanted to keep it all for himself.
Yu Chengcheng rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Grandpa, don't listen to him. Actually, the family bucket only costs fifty-nine."
"No matter how much it costs, I'll give you five hundred, you two split it equally, two hundred and fifty each." The old man chuckled.
The old fox was quite amused to see these clever little foxes racking their brains to get a few coins from him.
"Thank you, Grandpa! Grandpa is so kind!" Yu Chengcheng said sweetly.
For her, as long as she gets paid, even if it's just 250 yuan, it doesn't matter.
Yu Huan protested, "Although it's called a family bucket, Yu Chengcheng and Yu Songnian are two bottomless pits; each of them would eat a whole bucket! If I buy some other things, it'll only cost three yuan, right?"
"That's true." The old man nodded and said seriously, "Since you still want to buy a family bucket, then I'll add another 250 to your list, so you'll be two 250s."
Yu Chengcheng chuckled, then changed the subject, saying, "Brother Huan, I called Songnian at noon, and he said he wouldn't answer. Why don't you ask him again?"
"Okay." Yu Huan nodded. "I'll hang up now, I'll pack up and head back."
"It's done!"
Yu Huan hung up the video call.
I then called Yu Songnian and learned that he was indeed busy transporting goods over the weekend, so I didn't press him any further.
Yu Huan tidied up a bit, changed out of her pajamas, and picked up the bottle of Moutai given to her by real estate tycoon Luo Ruiyang.
It's foreseeable that once this wine is brought home, it will become a topic of conversation for the old man for many years to come.
As soon as I stepped out of my house, still in the stairwell, I immediately felt a biting chill.
I walked briskly downstairs, paused outside the building, and looked up at the pitch-black sky.
He exhaled, his breath turning into wisps of white mist in the cold night air, which were quickly swept away by the winter wind.
After opening the roller shutter door and getting into the BMW, I started the engine to warm it up and promptly turned on the air conditioning.
A short while later, the BMW drove out of the company's dormitory area and slowly drove on the street.
The car gradually warmed up, and a gentle warmth caressed her face. Yu Huan relaxed completely and comfortably slumped into the seat.
Car seats are definitely much more comfortable than office chairs, aren't they?
He glanced at the rows of buildings lining the street, and when he saw the brightly lit KFC, he quickly tapped the brake pedal, slowly pulled his BMW to the side of the road, and got out.
A moment later, he returned to the car carrying a large bag of KFC and casually placed it on the passenger seat.
I had just fastened my seatbelt when my phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket and started ringing.
He sat up slightly, took out his phone from his tight pocket, glanced at the contact, and quickly answered the call.
"Hey, Brother Qi," Yu Huan said with a smile.
Qi Ge's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone: "Xiao Yu, construction officially starts tomorrow. Let's demolish the house into a bare shell first. Do you want to have a groundbreaking ceremony?"
After thinking for a moment, Yu Huan said, "Brother Qi, no need. It's just that I won't be in Xingcheng tomorrow; I'm going back to my hometown. Besides, we young people don't really care about these things."
“Okay, if you’re not in Xingcheng, I’ll set off a string of firecrackers for you,” Brother Qi said.
Having been reborn, Yu Huan was no longer a staunch materialist, and upon hearing this, she did not refuse.
He nodded and smiled, saying, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Qi."
"What's the big deal! Don't be so formal!" Brother Qi's laughter rang out again.
(End of this chapter)