Chen Rui considered it for the whole morning.
He didn't even go for lunch at noon, grabbed his car keys, went out, and looked for someone to assess the details.
This wasn't something you could just do on the fly; a series of follow-up issues such as promotion were all costs, how much the WeChat public account could attract traffic, how much it could divert, all needed to be calculated.
Qin Guanglin, the one who posed the question, acted as if nothing had happened, leaving all the tasks to Chen Rui and cheerfully went downstairs to eat.
Although his salary had changed dramatically compared to when he first joined, his meals remained the same, a fast-food meal costing around a dozen yuan—fast food had even become more expensive than two years ago, with vegetarian dishes like tomato scrambled eggs increasing by one yuan, and meat dishes by two yuan.
"What project did Chen Rui assign to you? You seem to have been buried in drawing recently,"
Qin Guanglin casually asked Yu Le.