The Chow Taifook store anniversary event was tomorrow, and Song Xiaowei had stayed up all night writing a script for it.
When she arrived at the company this morning, she handed it to Xu Yun.
"Take a look. I finished writing this yesterday." Song Xiaowei wore a very confident expression.
She waited, expecting Xu Yun to praise her after he finished reading.
But after Xu Yun finished, there was no praise. Instead, he frowned and shot back, "You stayed up all night writing, and *this* is what you came up with?"
"???" Song Xiaowei.
"This won't work. Go and write a new one."
Hearing Xu Yun's words, Song Xiaowei was indignant. "Why won't it work?" she demanded.
"This reads like a template script you'd use to pass an exam. It might be fine for a formal occasion, but it's not suitable for this event."
Xu Yun explained, "This event is mainly aimed at everyday people, consumers, and especially older folks.
