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Chapter 118 Sister Hong
"It's this way, not that way!" Wang Zian turned around and walked towards the fifteen-story building.
Several girls quickly followed.
Stepping into the lobby on the first floor, the coolness of the central air conditioning and the faint aroma of coffee in the air hit you at once.
Zhang Ruonan immediately noticed the company nameplates on the lobby wall. Several rows of densely packed metal nameplates were neatly arranged, each engraved with a different company name and floor number.
She stopped and scanned the area from top to bottom.
"So many companies," she murmured.
Zhou Ye and Tian Xiwei also came over, and the two of them almost simultaneously stuck their heads in front of the nameplate wall.
Tian Xiwei suddenly pointed to one of the nameplates and her voice rose sharply: "Wow~! Look, the comics are here! Their comics are so good, I read them every day at home."
Liu Haochun had also joined them at some point, quietly looking up at the sign on the wall. His gaze then lingered on a particular name, and he murmured, "There's demonic energy here too."
Zhou Ye took out his phone from his pocket and took a picture of the wall of nameplates, reading out the familiar names as he did so: Yihua Kaitian, Aofei, Hanmu Chunhua, Ruosen...
As she read, she frowned slightly.
"Why are so many animation companies crammed into this building?"
"Because this is the holy land of the anime and manga community."
Wang Zian stood behind them, looking up at the wall full of nameplates, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
"Many of the top domestic comic and animation companies have established themselves here, some as headquarters and some as branches."
They chose to come together because this industry needs mutual support.
"I know a public relations agency here that can help me solve this problem!"
What he didn't say was that he chose to set up Shengyang Media's online operations department here not only because he valued the industry atmosphere, but also because he held the copyrights to those novels that were still lying in his notebook.
Someday, these novels will be adapted into animations, and he wants to get closer and closer to the very core of this industry.
Zhang Ruonan glanced at Wang Zian thoughtfully.
She knew Wang Zian's background and had a feeling that he wanted to do something by bringing them here today.
But she didn't say anything. She simply looked away from the nameplate wall and followed him toward the elevator.
The building is equipped with six large elevators, and each floor is a large, open-plan layout with a ceiling height that is nearly half a meter higher than that of a typical office building. Walking in the corridor, you won't feel the oppressive atmosphere of a traditional office building.
The elevator doors opened on the third floor. Before anyone could step out, they looked up and saw four simple yet powerful matte black characters embedded in the light gray background wall directly opposite: Shengyang Media.
"Why is our company here?!" Tian Xi said, pointing to the four large characters.
Wang Zian put his hands in his pockets and stepped out of the elevator.
"There used to be an internet operations company here, but it went out of business due to poor management. I saw that the location was good and the team was still there, so I acquired it."
"From now on, this will be our network operations department."
He turned his head, his gaze falling on Zhang Ruonan's face, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Sister Nan, from now on, these will all be your subordinates."
Zhang Ruonan stood in front of the background wall, looked up at the four words, and then looked down at the white sneakers she had casually slipped on to catch her flight.
Suddenly, I felt that there was an absurd gap between this outfit and the title of "General Manager".
Her brow furrowed slightly. That Wang Zi'an guy never gives prior notice before he does things.
"Let's go in and take a look!"
Pushing open the glass door and stepping inside the company, the entire three-story building currently houses only Shengyang Media.
Only half of the space is in use; the other half is still empty.
Dozens of employees were sitting at their workstations, intently staring at their computer screens, the sounds of keyboard typing and mouse clicking creating a continuous, rhythmic white noise.
Several huge LED data monitoring screens are mounted on the wall, displaying a dense array of data curves and trending search terms in real time.
Old Li and a middle-aged woman were talking next to the front desk. When they saw them come in, their conversation stopped abruptly, and they greeted them with smiles.
"Mr. Wang."
Old Li greeted them first, then his gaze passed over Wang Zian's shoulder and landed on Zhang Ruonan, his smile deepening slightly.
"Mr. Zhang, you're back."
Zhang Ruonan smiled and nodded.
She noticed that when Lao Li called her "General Manager Zhang," the middle-aged woman next to her twitched her eyebrows slightly.
She looked to be in her early forties, wearing a dark gray suit jacket, with short hair and black-rimmed glasses. She was neat and efficient, with a calm yet sharp gaze.
"Mr. Wang, you've arrived!" the middle-aged woman said.
"Sister Hong!" Wang Zian nodded in greeting; "Let's find a meeting room first."
"Okay, follow me!" Sister Hong's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and her pace was neither too fast nor too slow. When she turned around to lead the way, her steps were both quick and steady.
The group walked through the office area and went inside.
As they passed by those workstations, several employees who were staring at the data couldn't help but look up and follow the group.
They were familiar with these people, and had been following their news online for the past few days.
Zhou Ye walked past without looking to the side. The video of him in the black outfit was being played repeatedly by the data analysis team. At this moment, the real person and the image on the screen were superimposed, and someone almost dropped their pen.
Tian Xi smiled at an intern who was peeking at her. The intern's coffee cup wobbled, and the lid almost fell off.
Liu Haochun walked quietly in the middle of the group, like a feather blown in by the wind, light and silent, but the gazes falling on her were far more numerous than she realized.
As I entered the conference room, the glass door closed behind me, shutting out the sounds of keyboards and whispers from outside into another world.
Hongjie pressed the switch on the wall, and the smart conference table automatically lit up with a soft ring of lights, while the blinds slowly lowered, blocking out the sunlight.
The atmosphere suddenly became formal and serious.
Zhou Ye, Tian Xiwei, and Liu Haochun each sat down on one side of the long table, their backs unconsciously straightening.
They had never attended such a formal company meeting before. The three of them had tense faces, knees together, hands neatly placed on the table, their eyes filled with tension that they tried hard to suppress but couldn't quite manage.
Wang Zian sat in the main seat, with several documents prepared in advance by Sister Hong spread out in front of him.
He glanced around, his gaze lingering briefly on Zhou Ye's meticulously taut profile before moving away.
"We've been working here for a few days now, but everyone's been busy filming and hasn't been here much. Today's main purpose is to introduce everyone!"
He gestured to the middle-aged woman sitting to his right, "This is Xu Hong, Sister Hong!"
"She was the company's former public relations director. She was very capable and had a great reputation, so I specifically kept her on."
Hongjie's gaze swept across the table.
She already knew the faces of these girls.
These past few days, her team has been working in shifts online 24/7 to monitor public opinion, and the same few faces keep appearing on the screen.
But watching through a screen and sitting face-to-face in a meeting room are two completely different things.
These girls are younger and more real than they appear in the video.
Having been cyberbullied for several days, the group sat quietly in their chairs, their faces showing no anger or resentment.
You seem to have good mental fortitude!