"Sister Xu, what happened?"
Jiangyang's hand holding the pen tightened, and she had a bad feeling in her heart.
Xu An sighed and was about to say something when suddenly, a voice called her away.
"Xu Lu, Zhang Lu is looking for you."
Xu An opened his eyes and responded: "I know."
She turned around and looked at Jiangyang again. The glint in her eyes was meaningful and lamenting, which made people confused.
After Xu An left, Jiangyang looked at the pen in her hand in trance for a long time. When the pen and ink came out, she came back from her thoughts.
At noon, Jiangyang received the news of being dismissed.
The reason given to her was that she was not serious about her work, asked for leave without reason, had low work efficiency, and was not suitable for their law firm.
Jiangyang didn't argue for herself. She knew that these remarks were all excuses and there were other reasons for dismissing her.
——She offended someone important.
He was so heartless that he wouldn't even let her watch from a distance.
Jiang Yang silently packed his things and went to the finance department to pay half a month's salary.
Before leaving the company, Shen Chengyang gave Jiang Yang a business card, "This is a law firm opened by my friend. It's not big, but you can try it."
Shen Chengyang felt guilty because of the injustice Jiangyang suffered at Ye's yesterday, and he wanted to try to make up for it.
Jiangyang took the business card, glanced down, and said softly: "The firms introduced by Shen Lu are always good. Thank you Cheng Lu."
Jiang Yang put the business card away, put it in his bag, said goodbye to Xu An and Shen Chengyang, and returned to school.
She was tired, tired.
After returning to the dormitory, Jiang Yang fell into the quilt and slept all afternoon. She was so sleepy that when she woke up, she thought she had spent a day and a night, but in fact it was only a few hours.
The person recommended to her by the dance president passed Jiangyang's friend application.
-Yebang.
Two very concise words jumped on the screen. The black words on a white background were exceptionally clear.
Jiang Yang's eyes trembled slightly. If she remembered correctly, Ye Tushen had a nephew, also named Ye Liang.
Maybe it's a coincidence, it's just the same name.
Jiangyang pursed her lower lip and placed her fingertips on the phone to organize her words.
-Jiang Yang: Hello, I am Jiang Yang who was introduced by someone. Please tell me what time it is. You can make an appointment for an interview.
After more than ten minutes, there was an echo from there.
-Ye Liang: Now.
It was a very random time, as if it was decided on the spur of the moment.
Jiangyang didn't hesitate long, asked Ye Liang for an address, and hurried over.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, the bar has not yet opened for business, and preparations are ongoing.
When Jiang Yang arrived, the surroundings were quiet, with only a few service staff.
One of them raised his eyebrows when he saw Jiang Yang: "Are you here for an interview?"
Jiang Yang nodded and said, "Yeah."
The man hesitated for a while. Looking at her clean temperament, she didn't seem like she would work in a place like this.
"Excuse me, where should I go?"
Jiangyang sent a message to Ye Liang, but he didn't reply, so she had to ask the staff here.
The man paused and pointed the way to Jiangyang: "On the third floor, turn right and take the first private room on the left."
The door to the private room was closed. Jiangyang paused slightly when knocking on the door. She stroked her swollen face under the mask, feeling a little nervous.
She was afraid that she would not pass the interview because of her facial injuries.
Jiang Yang took a deep breath, dropped his hand, and knocked on the door.
"Enter."
A clear voice came from inside. It was slightly cold, and there was a feeling that strangers were not allowed to enter.
Jiangyang carefully opened the door, and the stray light inside overflowed, making it dim, and several absurd intertwining sounds sounded in her ears...
