Guan Xi ended his last day of work at Yuecheng Company, sorted out the materials on the temporary workstation, and put them in the trunk of the car.
The car slowly drove out of the underground garage and merged into the colorful traffic during the evening rush hour across the city.
Yuecheng Company is located in Yuecheng CBD. It is so famous for the rows of office buildings with lights that it has become a tourist attraction. The bright lights are composed of countless fine grids, and each grid is filled with countless worker ants working overtime late at night.
The small individuals whose surplus value has been squeezed out by the commercial city actually constitute the city's most spectacular cultural scenery.
It can be called the biggest black joke of this century.
Guan Xi stopped the car. A few minutes later, the door opened and the designer with short platinum hair got into the passenger seat.
"Hi, Charles." Guan Xi turned around and greeted him.
Charles put down his computer bag and leaned casually on his seat: "Are you sure you want me to do the conceptual design of Changlefang? Is this appropriate? Let me state in advance that I do not accept pitches."
He looked at Guan Xi, who had bare legs and was wearing a gray knee-length skirt. He had a square silver watch on his hand and pearls on his earlobes. She stepped on the accelerator, wearing a pair of thin fisherman shoes, and beside her were the high heels she wore during the day.
He looked down at himself again. He stepped on the heels and wore deliberately distressed sneakers, overalls, and a huge and baggy black cotton T-shirt with a line of curse words printed prominently on it:
“FUCK THE EDUCATION”
The air conditioner is on in the car. Charles didn't like the four-season constant temperature in the box. He opened the car window and the evening breeze ruffled Guan Xi's long, delicately curved hair.
Guan Xi narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Are you going to push out the business you got?"
Charles looked out the car window.
The further west the car goes, the older the city becomes. When we entered the Xiguan District, old people in groups of three or three were walking slowly on the road, with small radios on their waists, and the sound of Cantonese opera was playing out.
He scratched his platinum short hair in the rearview mirror: "Don't you think it's against the rules?" You, me, Xiguan, three qualities.
Just as he was talking, a mixed-race boy poked his head out of the second floor of the old house next to him.
Okay, now there are four qualities.
Guan Xi laughed: "Who stipulated that old cities can only have 'tradition'. This is a stereotype."
She got down to business: "I'll take you to meet Uncle Sun, an old copper-maker first. It just so happened that his grandnephew came back to visit relatives. He is a descendant of overseas Chinese workers and the fourth generation of overseas Chinese. Xiguan is not just 'traditional', its characteristics are It’s more complicated than you think.”
Charles said sincerely: "Guan Xi, I suggest you not to be complicated. Now that you are demoted, you are bound to make achievements in business. Many times, we use design to highlight the so-called 'tradition', but in fact it is to satisfy the 'curiousness' in the eyes of tourists." ', it presupposes the buyer's position. Your purpose is to make money from tourists. Isn't that what the so-called 'activation of cultural heritage' is essentially about? What is sentiment? What is culture?"
Guan Xi glanced at him.
Charles spread his hands: "Is it the first day you met me? I am a businessman. The reason why I dare to bid high is because I can help you make a profit. Strange, you have turned to charity?"
Guan Xi said: "Your mainstream views are quite inconsistent with your subculture outfits."
Charles whistled: "I don't rely on character to make a living. Of course I can be contradictory and complicated, but if your project relies on 'character' to make a living, it must have a memory point. You don't want to be 'traditional' and don't speculate on feelings. You What do you want?"
What do you want?
Guan Xi said: "I want to be 'tolerant'. Old and new, a blend of Chinese and Western, old and new, but harmonious. Have you seen the arcade buildings of the Republic of China over there? European patterns and auspiciousness coexist. In fact, this is what Xiguan is like. Roughly speaking, It’s this direction, how to present it specifically, and it’s up to your team to play it-did I make my point clear?”
Charles said simply: "It's very clear. Of course I can help you with the concept. But the premise is that the Changlefang project can realize your idea. Just because of Yu Ben? He was not promoted to vice president this time. Do you think he still has a future? How much money can he get from the group for this project? It doesn't mean much for you to help Yu Ben, so why bother spending more time on the Changlefang project."
Charles' design team has worked with Zhuoxiu Group for many years and is familiar with all the twists and turns.
Guan Xi said: "Because of cooperation. Yu Ben and I must have the same interests. I must help Yu Ben achieve his goals before I can achieve mine."
Charles said nothing.
Guan Xi grabbed the steering wheel and slowly turned into the small road. A very young girl walked quickly past the car.
This would have been normal, had it not been for a sneaky young man walking over half a second later.
Guan Xi stared at the rearview mirror and frowned.
The car came to a sudden stop, and Charles leaned forward heavily before being pulled back by the seat belt.
Guan Xi opened the car door and jumped out.
…
Nora’s story ends with her running away.
What happens after you leave?
Chen Jiaxian rushed out of the house and found that she had nowhere to go.
She has no money.
Wages and compensation have not been paid yet.
At this moment, good qualities such as kindness, filial piety, and dedication are worthless. Having no money means that she cannot afford the rent and cannot live independently, which means that she must and is forced to surrender part of her individual freedom to the person who protects her life.
But fortunately, her work at Zhuoxiu only ended this Friday. Well, at this moment, in Zhuoxiu's office, she still has a desk of her own.
The road is narrow, but there are not many people. Chen Jiaxian had just taken a few steps when she felt someone touch her back gently.
Maybe it's too crowded. She didn't think much about it.
There is physical closeness. She turned around and there was a young man behind her. But he didn't look at her.
Chen Jiaxian hesitated and turned back.
This distance is too close, too close. This made Chen Jiaxian have to think more. She turned back sharply, but the young man looked at her innocently and doubtfully.
Chen Jiaxian was in a trance.
He didn't attack her or touch her body. He just got closer. In theory, this is nothing.
But Chen Jiaxian felt uncomfortable.
It's probably by accident. She made excuses for him and tried to get away from him quickly.
She didn't make any sense, and there was no sense in speaking out. This is a shameful thing. She subconsciously didn't want conflict.
Chen Jiaxian didn't notice a car passing by.
…
Guan Xi jumped out of the car and chased for a few steps, when he saw a young man blocking the road, talking to the girl just now.
There were people coming and going around, but no one thought anything was wrong.
Guan Xi stood nearby and listened for a while.
…
"Just getting to know each other." The young man said, "The road was too crowded just now. I just accidentally bumped into you, so don't think too much about it."
Chen Jiaxian grabbed the phone tightly.
She didn't know whether he meant it or not. At this moment, some people may smile and think it is just an ordinary chat, but the young Muai. But Chen Jiaxian is not. She thought of his body that had been too close just now, and was very scared.
She tried to find a gentle, non-aggressive reason for saying no.
Her hesitation fell on the young man's eyes. He took a step closer: "It's just acquaintance, don't be so nervous. We are all young people, so just chat casually. You are really my type."
Chen Jiaxian stepped back and pressed against the wall.
A passerby passed by and whistled, and there was a burst of good-natured laughter: "Promise him! Promise him!"
Chen Jiaxian felt ashamed and her face turned red. She couldn't say anything.
At this time, a clear female voice sounded.
"——What are you ashamed of?"
