"Xu Lingyi! What did you make of this PPT? The color scheme is like a mourning hall, and the animation makes me feel like I'm having an epileptic seizure!"
When the greasy face of the bald supervisor came over, Xu Lingyi was staring at the time in the lower right corner of the computer - 11:47 pm. The city lights outside the window were brightly lit, and the glass curtain walls of the CBD reflected neon. It looked quite prosperous, but in fact it had nothing to do with him. He is a copywriter and planner for a broken advertising company. His monthly salary is 5,800 yuan. After deducting rent, water and electricity, the remaining money is just enough to buy instant noodles and ham sausage.
"Mr. Wang, you are right, I will change it now." Xu Lingyi had a smile on his face, and he had already greeted the eighteenth generation of the other party's ancestors in his heart. It has been revised, revised, revised for eight editions. In the first edition, you said it wanted to be high-end and classy. In the second edition, you said it wanted to be low-key, luxurious and connotative. Now in the eighth edition, you tell me that the first edition is still better. What did you do earlier?
