Guan Xi's schedule is very tight.
Pan Qiaomu tried her best to sort out the resources in her hands, and then sent out invitations to visit one by one. In response to the reply, she drove to the other party's office and visited him in person.
The call came in.
Guan Xi stopped the car and pressed the answer button. Opposite her was a local media outlet that she used to work with at the group headquarters. They told her that a reporter under her staff had taken intimate photos of Li Zhuoxiu and her partner, and asked her if she "wanted" these photos.
After hanging up the phone, Guan Xi found Wang Shanshan, a group colleague who took over her job. Wang Shanshan said: "I resigned."
"Where can I find a job now?"
"I work as a tour guide with my friends and lead groups to sell goods." Wang Shanshan said with a smile, "I changed my career."
Leading a group to sell goods?
Guan Xi thought of Wang Shanshan wearing light makeup, stockings and high heels every day.
"What to sell?"
"Plot investment." Wang Shanshan said, "I am now based in Guizhou, and there are still valuable areas here. Speaking of which, you have the most flexible mind. Are you interested in helping us expand our business? We will give you 15% of the commission for each order. Tea bill.”
Alarm bells rang in Guan Xi's heart: "The co-investment you are doing is land parcel co-investment or -" or is it real estate crowdfunding?
Wang Shanshan avoided talking, but Guan Xi understood.
They play a side game and treat houses as stocks. They split a house into several shares and sell them to a group of buyers. They then cooperate with small banks to provide loans, pocket them and wait for the price to rise before selling them out.
It's not a new method, and it's definitely illegal if you look into it further.
But adults cannot interfere too much. Guan Xi sighed: "Have you considered your daughter?"
Wang Shanshan paused and said: "You know I am a person who won't give up until I give it a try. How can I make a fortune by working? Others have done it, so why can't I do it? The path that the predecessors have completed must be passed down by the descendants. The road is blocked?"
Guan Xi said nothing.
Wang Shanshan finally said: "Why, after they make money that makes them lose their conscience, they then stand on the moral high ground and sanctimoniously accuse others of losing their conscience? Why? They have the final say on morality, so what does morality mean?"
Guan Xi didn't answer the call and hung up.
She called Wang Shanshan's successor.
"Public opinion warning." Guan Xi said, "Has the personnel relationship between the company and Wang Shanshan been settled? If not, settle it as soon as possible, and try to cut off the project connections as much as possible."
The other party said: "Okay. What happened to her?"
Guan Xi did not continue the topic. She had already transferred to another position and this was not her business scope.
Guan Xi has never met this successor and is not sure whether he is trustworthy. She thought for a moment and did not mention the intimate photos of Li Zhuoxiu and her partner.
Guan Xi called Li Zhuoxiu's secretary Zhang Zhiyao and told Zhang Zhiyao about the intimate photos of Li Zhuoxiu and his partner.
Zhang Zhiyao said: "I understand. I will handle it."
Guan Xi said: "I will keep it secret."
Zhang Zhiyao said: "Thank you." After a pause, she added, "Actually, you shouldn't leave. The old president trusts you more than me."
After all, Li Zhuoxiu's partner is thirty-five years younger than Li Zhuoxiu.
From a public perspective, it is not respectable for two people to be photographed intimately.
Only by helping the old president properly handle his unseemly personal affairs can you show your loyalty to the old president.
Guan Xi smiled: "Nowhere, you are the person next to the old president."
Zhang Zhiyao couldn't help but complain: "Even if the age difference is much different, the old CEO has been widowed for decades, so it's normal to have a partner...what's there to photograph?"
Guan Xi said: "It's the end of the year, and all walks of life have to focus on performance, and the media is no exception."
The two smiled tacitly.
After hanging up the phone, Guan Xi called back the local media who took the photo and asked to see what kind of photo it was. The media happily gave it to me, and also packaged the press release and sent it to Guan Xi, saying politely: "The young reporter has just entered the industry and is not sensible."
immature. Such "ignorance" can bring a lot of advertising revenue to the media.
Guan Xi smiled and said nothing, glanced at the press release, and quickly wrote down the shopping malls and restaurants where Li Zhuoxiu and his friends visited. She opened the map on her phone and searched for the location.
Near the best cancer oncology hospital in the country.
Did you go shopping after seeing a doctor?
Guan Xi deleted the photos and press releases on his mobile phone, pushed the media's WeChat account to Zhang Zhiyao, and called the media to explain.
The media had cooperated with Guan Xi for a long time, so they asked: "Where did Mr. Guan get promoted?"
Guan Xi said: "I will travel to Yuecheng in the next few years to work on the Changlefang project."
There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment before he called: "The Changlefang project is very good."
Guan Xi said: "Speaking of which, do you have a branch in Yuecheng? Can you recommend some people to me?"
The other party responded quickly: "How many years do you have to wait to return to the headquarters if you run from house to house? Why not buy channels and directly send your press release to dozens of media outlets based on different prices. The media level will be determined based on your fee. The Shanghai branch of your group has purchased our channel services."
The Shanghai company’s communication data is really good.
In a commercial society, business is everywhere, and mouthpieces are not immune to this.
Guan Xi did not refuse explicitly: "We will look at it later. The Changlefang project is mainly for cultural real estate and takes a high-quality route. Too many drafts will only reduce the low profile."
In fact, it was because Yu Ben had no money. Guan Xi frowned irritably.
What else can you do if you don’t have money?
The media pushed the head of the branch to Guan Xi, and Guan Xi added. The call ended with both parties satisfied.
"That's right." Before hanging up, the other party revealed to Guan Xi privately, "Li Zhuoxiu's third son-in-law made a large purchase of Chinese herbal medicines in Hong Kong."
For the media, it would still be newsworthy if Li Zhuoxiu's third son-in-law cheated on her. Buying Chinese medicinal materials? Netizens will not be interested in this kind of news.
If the reading volume doesn’t increase, there’s no point in sending it, so it’s better to use it as a favor.
The other party sent the photo to Guan Xi's mobile phone.
Guan Xi clutched her phone tightly.
"I know." She said solemnly.
…
Guan Xi was upset, parked the car and turned into the convenience store.
In the face of the mud of fate, people are always powerless, like a mayfly. Keren always has to coexist with mud.
Guan Xi stood at the door of the convenience store, lit the cigarette with a lighter, and took a puff silently.
Although it was noon, there was no sun and the sky was overcast.
The wind came and went, blowing Guan Xi's delicate hair. Facing the mud of fate, cigarettes are actually useless. With broken hair brushing his face, Guan Xi put out the cigarette he had only taken one puff on the trash can lid.
The storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building.
…
A few seconds later, huge raindrops fell without warning.
The convenience store was full of people. Guan Xi turned into the nearby wonton noodle shop and ordered a bowl of shrimp and crab roe wonton noodles.
When the noodles were served, Guan Xi raised his head and met Chen Jiaxian's eyes.
Both of them were shocked.
During this period, Chen Jiaxian has been trying every opportunity to submit her resume, but nothing has come to fruition.
The overall employment situation was not very good, and Chen Jiaxian had no advantage at all. For a technical secondary school student, it is difficult for her to find a job like Zhuoxiu.
Later, Chen Jiaxian felt that as long as it was work. Even so she couldn't find it.
Later, Chen Jiaxian felt that as long as she could renew her five insurances and one housing fund, that would be enough.
Finally, Chen Jiaxian knew that she had to find a way to support herself. As long as I can survive.
"What a coincidence." Guan Xi spoke first. She looked at the small storefront.
Chen Jiaxian said "hmm" and smiled: "What a coincidence."
It was dinner time, and Chen Jiaxian didn't have time to say much, so she went back to the kitchen to get busy. She had been helping out at a sweet shop since she was a child, and she could make some Yuecheng dishes. Besides, cooking noodles required a lot of cooking skills.
Her job responsibilities are many and complicated: cooking noodles in the kitchen, serving dishes, mopping the floor and wiping tables, helping with the cashier, in short, all kinds of manual chores. Fortunately, the landlady is quite fair and offers a price of 3,900 a month. Chen Jiaxian plans to buy her own personal social security.
The biggest worry is the boss wife's husband.
"Pick up the noodles and cook them until they become soft." In the kitchen, a fat man approached Chen Jiaxian from behind and put his mouth next to her ear. "Hard is better, soft is not."
Chen Jiaxian took out the noodles expressionlessly and threw them heavily into the bowl: "You go ahead."
The man smiled: "Hey, you, you have a pretty bad temper. I hired you to lose face? Do you believe I deducted your salary?"
Chen Jiaxian sneered and said in a loud voice: "Lady Boss!"
The man was startled and wandered out of the kitchen.
After the wave of ordering passed, Chen Jiaxian came out of the kitchen to wipe the table. Guan Xi hasn't left yet, sitting at the table and staring at the screen of his phone.
Chen Jiaxian stared at her back.
She is still so decent and neat. Both Pan Qiaomu and Guan Xi seem to have a good family background and a smooth life. The muddy fate of all kinds seems to have nothing to do with these elites.
