I Took Home a Mummy

53

In the afternoon, Cao Yang waited for Mo Huai to see the selected company venue.

"Brother Huai, according to your requirements, this is the most suitable place." Cao Yang took out a bunch of documents and handed it to him. "The rents in these other places are a bit cheaper. The location is not remote, but they are not designated before you. Within the range, or..." He looked at each other embarrassedly.

Mo Huai previously requested that the venue must be located near his apartment or near B University. Near the apartment, he can understand that, it is convenient to go to work, but what is going on close to the University of B? Is he still going to school? Or do you want to recruit high-quality students nearby?

"Well, it's here." It's less than 20 minutes from B's walking time, which meets his requirements.

"But, Brother Huai, the rent here is several times more expensive than others." Cao Yang couldn't help being speechless and wanted to persuade him to change his mind.

"Just here." Mo Huai glanced around. The environment was clean and ideal.

Well, the boss is rich and willful, what else can he say?

"By the way, Brother Huai, this is the Weibo number I registered for you. Take a look." Cao Yang turned on the phone and handed it to Mo Huai, sighing, "This society really looks at the face, it's only a few. That's it, your Weibo fans have broken through one million."

Mo Huai was unwilling to register a Weibo account before, but the day before yesterday, he casually sighed about the surprising number of Weibo fans of King Guo, and Mo Huai asked him to also register a Weibo account. In Cao Yang's view, his obvious behavior was entirely because he was jealous.

Mo Huai glanced at the phone and quickly looked away. He didn't feel much about the number of fans in the top five figures.

There was only one message on Weibo, which was Mo Huai's profile face when he was painting. The following comments have exceeded 100,000. Cao Yang looked at the message and couldn't help but smile: "Brother Huai, you are not superficial. Many people want to be your girlfriend and wife."

Mo Huai paused while playing with the phone, and Ying Ting raised his eyebrows, his voice was cold and disdainful: "Huh, wishful thinking."

Cao Yang knew this expression, "He quickly changed the subject, Brother Huai, the Weibo account needs to update information frequently, so as to retain fans, or you can post a message?"

Mo Huai's eyes were half-squinted. Just when Cao Yang thought the other party would refuse, he lightly lifted his thin lips: "Bring the phone."

"what?"

"Don't you let me post on Weibo?" Mo Huai stretched his slender fingers, and the black phone easily fell into his hand, "How to post?"

Cao Yang gave Mo Huai a serious demonstration: "Brother Huai, this is really simple. You can post anything you want to say in the future. It's best to post photos to attract fans."

Mo Huai's slender fingers with sharp bones typed a line on it, and he quickly sent out, "Return you."

"Okay!" Cao Yang took the phone with a smile on his face. As long as Weibo is managed well, it will be good for the company's development in the future.

Soon, he clicked on the Weibo just now, his eyes fell, his happy expression collapsed instantly, his face was incredulous, "Brother Huai, stop making trouble, this..."

Mo Huai's tone was lazy, and his thin lips curled up slightly, "The rest, you have to negotiate with the owner." With that, he left.

Almost without crying, Cao Yang watched the newly posted message on Weibo: You dare to covet me, such as the common people. When he was about to collapse, he shouldn't believe that Mo Huai could say anything good.