Dear Miss Director

Copywriting: Xue Zhenshu rode a small electric car to work. When he passed a fork in the road, the wireless headphones plugged into his ears fell out and rolled under a white car in the middle of the road. The car owner drove by, and Xue Zhenshu watched her headphones being crushed to pieces. There happened to be a red light ahead. Xue Zhenshu made a quick decision, set up the electric donkey, and walked toward the car on the opposite side menacingly. Knocking on the car window, a bright and charming face in the prime of life was revealed. Sang Luo licked his hair and raised his eyebrows: "Is something wrong?" Xue Zhenshu's anger level, which was originally at full level, instantly dropped to zero. He pinched the corners of his clothes with his plain hands and said nonchalantly: "Well, you crushed my earphones." Sang Luo hummed a nice syllable from his lips: "Huh?" Xue Zhenshu closed his eyes and turned his heart, and finished in one breath: "I said, you crushed my wireless earphones. This is a new one I bought. It just arrived last night and I used it for the first time today." There were thirty seconds left at the red light. Sang Luo grabbed the car window with his hands, glanced under the car, and said in an unhurried tone: "So?" Xue Zhenshu was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "You don't have to ask, of course you will lose money." I thought this woman was trying to cheat and was not willing to pay her for a headphone, so she was prepared to be rejected. Unexpectedly, Sang Luo was unexpectedly easy to talk to: "How much?" Before the brain could react, he handed over the QR code with both hands: "Oh, the two headphones cost 79.9 Yuan in total. If you crush one, you can pay half of it." Sang Luo directly scanned a hundred for her: "There is no need to look for the extra ones. I suggest you go to the hospital to see the brain department." After saying that, the green light turned on, and Sang Luo stepped on the accelerator and drove away. Xue Zhenshu stood where he was. After coming back to his senses, he stamped his feet angrily, and then gave the Cayenne a middle finger as it disappeared into the traffic. — I walked into the company full of anger and complained to my colleagues at the next desk for quite a while. Halfway through the crickets, the company's newly appointed design director walked in, surrounded by leaders. Their eyes met, Sang Luo nodded and smiled at her. Xue Zhenshu suddenly wanted to die. Who would have thought that the car owner who crushed her headphones in the morning was actually the new director transferred from the head office? Stay at 2024.8.14-16:30 Purpose: Work diligently, promote the spirit of model workers, and encourage each other