The forum ended and Yu Ben opened the car door for Guan Xi.
Guan Xi glanced at Yu Bi: "Boss, how can you be so embarrassed?"
Yu Ben was speechless.
After the driver slowly drove out, Yu Ben spoke, breaking the silence in the car.
"If you don't feel well, just arrange your own time to rest." He said, "I don't need you to take advantage of your discomfort."
Guan Xi put on her lipstick and spoke without any trace of weakness as before: "The public relations map of the project is not good and needs to be expanded. I just want to pry open the mouth of little friend Zhou Cai."
Yu Ben looked at her: "You are sick."
Guan Xi's voice was calm: "I'm fine."
Yu Ben said: "You are sick."
He turned his head and looked forward without speaking. It was quiet inside the car. He saw in the rearview mirror that Guan Xi's lips were repainted with a light color, shimmering in the dark car.
After a while, he said, "I'm curious. What is public relations."
Guan Xi thought for a while and said: "When a project encounters a problem, the thinking logic is as follows: Break down the goal. What is my goal? Can this goal be broken down into several small anchor points? What is my current situation? ?What resources are available to me?”
Yu Ben nodded.
Guan Xi said: "The logic of public relations is the same. When the project encounters problems, I will focus on helping you find resources that can be integrated."
Yu Ben nodded. The car fell silent again.
The car slowly drove into an expensive community in the core area of Yuecheng and headed to a private underground parking lot.
Yu Ben spoke:
"Guan Xi. I will not use you as a resource. I don't want or need you to do so."
He got out of the car and light shone into the car.
Yu Ben bent down slightly, rested his elbows on the car door, and looked at Guan Xi with sharp eyes. Guan Xi sat in the car, turned his head and looked at him without hesitation.
The two looked at each other. Yu Ben didn't wait for Guan Xi's answer.
He closed the car door hard, and with a bang, the car fell silent again.
The darkness engulfed Guan Xi's face again.
"Go back to the project." Guan Xi told the driver.
…
Pediatrics at night is an anxious place.
There were impatient parents and the shrill cries of children everywhere. Yanyan fell asleep on an intravenous drip, and Jun Ziyi sat on the cold metal seat next to her, exhausted both physically and mentally.
She opened WeChat and looked at the pinned person with the comment "husband". Clicking into the chat box, the last chat record stayed on last Tuesday.
Jun Ziyi exited the chat box. After thinking about it, she changed his note back to "Lin Shuping" and canceled the pin.
Just as he was about to put down his phone, Pan Qiaomu called.
"Sister Ziyi." The voice on the other side of the phone said with a smile, "Happy birthday."
Jun Ziyi was in a trance for a moment. She looked at the date on her phone—it was indeed her birthday.
Since giving birth to the child, the mother has become invisible.
Pan Qiaomu said on the other side of the phone: "Colleagues from the Changlefang project collectively ordered a cake and it will be delivered to your home soon. Sister Ziyi will check it carefully."
He paused and added: "... pay attention to rest."
It was said that it was all the colleagues in the Changlefang project, but Jun Ziyi knew that only Pan Qiaomu had this thought.
She sat under the harsh incandescent light and said sincerely, "Thank you, Louis."
Across the phone, Pan Qiaomu laughed softly: "Don't call me Louis anymore. Sister Ziyi, let's call her by her first name."
His voice was a little sarcastic: "Or more local... call him Xiao Pan."
After ending the call with Jun Ziyi, Pan Qiaomu exhaled and opened the window of the private club. The cold wind blew in, and he wrapped himself tightly in his windbreaker and slowly leaned against the wall.
The wall panels of the private club are all movable, and there is something behind them.
"Xiao Pan." Mr. Wang came from the singing room in the back and handed him a cigarette, "Drink too much? Are you having fun?"
Pan Qiaomu turned his head, and the red mole at the end of his eye curved. He took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it for Mr. Wang first, and then lit it for himself: "I'm quite happy."
Mr. Wang laughed loudly, patted his shoulder and winked: "I know you're not used to it, but who are you? A highly educated elite!" He emphasized the word "elite" heavily, "What's the result? Not yet. Do you think it's a loss for you to get along with a bunch of rough guys like us? I heard that you used to speak English, and you also had an English name named Louis or something? That French Louis is so sick, hahaha!" Mr. Wang felt very It was funny. He laughed drunkenly for a while and pointed at Pan Qiaomu's nose, "If it weren't for me, would you have seen such a fun scene?"
If "such a fun place" refers to Mamasang bringing a group of girls, Pan Qiaomu doesn't want to see it at all.
He ignored Mr. Wang's hand pointing at his face, took a deep breath of cigarette, slowly exhaled it, and smiled: "Don't tease me, Mr. Wang, what's the use of studying? You're not just a stinky part-time worker. You earn the same amount in a year." You haven’t had it for more than a month.”
Mr. Wang smiled brightly: "Xiao Pan, I just like you who are sensible."
Pan Qiaomu listened to the word "Xiao Pan", bit his cigarette, lowered his head and smiled.
Mr. Wang goes back to his room first. Pan Qiaomu walked into the bathroom, picked at his throat and vomited twice. He rinsed his mouth, stood up expressionlessly, and flushed the chewed cigarette butt down the toilet.
There’s still a hard drink to be had later. At this moment, Pan Qiaomu longed for a few hangover pills, a hot towel, or some food to fill his stomach, anything would do. He looked outside and saw that his assistant was sitting safely at the pool table handling work, waiting for him to finish.
Pan Qiaomu has no expectations for the considerateness of his work assistant. He doesn't need it either.
He waved to the staff at the private club and ordered a glass of iced Americano.
Holding back the discomfort, Pan Qiaomu drank his fourth cup of coffee today.
Last night's ready-to-eat chicken breasts and disposable dishes flashed through my mind uncontrollably.
…
The phone lights up endlessly, showing calls from Guan's mother.
Guan Xi looked at his mother's phone, his forehead began to swell, and his heart beat extremely heavy.
She was really tired.
She originally planned to go home and rest early, but the head of the Publicity Department, whom she had just met today, had just sent her a contact list for publicity and distribution resources, and Zhou Cai also pulled her into the media group. She planned to sort out these resources tonight.
If Pan Qiaomu guarded and refused to give, she would snatch more. In this contest with Pan Qiaomu, she will eat away at his sphere of influence bit by bit.
Everyone else left one after another, but Guan Xi stayed until the end. The night was dark, and her phone lit up dozens of times before finally returning to silence.
Displays 81 missed calls from mother.
A calendar reminder pops up.
The moment he turned his head to look at the screen, a sharp chirping sounded in his ears again, which gradually dissipated after a few seconds.
The calendar on her phone reminded her that today was the day to pay her father’s nursing fee.
On WeChat, Guan Xi’s reply to Guan’s mother’s chat history stayed at last month. Guan's mother advised her to settle down, get a job, get married and have children. Guan Xi only replied "no". After this reply, Guan's mother made 59 consecutive WeChat calls, but Guan Xi didn't answer any of them.
She entered the password and transferred 50,000 yuan.
