Over the next few days, Wei Zijin was run off her feet.
With the eyewear mall contract finalized, she had promotional photos to shoot, spoken ads to record, and outdoor advertising shoots to attend, visiting three locations a day. The schedule for the building materials mall's opening ceremony kept changing, and the interview outline for that female writer had been scrapped and redone three times.
Wang Xiaoliang burned Huang Xueli's words into his brain-he was to stay out of anything involving the TV station.
He did just two things every day. Dropped her off in the morning, picked her up at night.
All the time in between went into the company.
Nuomi had been putting Zhang Fei through her paces these past few days. The assignments came thick and fast, each with meticulous requirements: returning samples, organizing documents, coordinating with manufacturers, one task piled on another. The new assistant had been put through the wringer, but she never complained and worked briskly.
Every day, Wang Xiaoliang pored over Xiao Mo's product selection plan and livestream script. Which product should come first, which should close the show, how to transition between pitches, how to pace it all. He ran through it repeatedly, adjusting it again and again. All of this was Nuomi's work. That woman could do everything.
Until that evening.
Xiao Mo's livestream went live right on time.
Wang Xiaoliang sat in the dark monitoring room with three screens in front of him. The livestream was on the left, the live comments in the middle, and the backend dashboard on the right.
Nuomi stood beside him, wearing a headset and gripping the rundown. Her pen cap was already covered in tooth marks.
Zhang Fei sat in the corner, her back ramrod straight, ready at a moment's notice.
On the other