In the evening, Chen's father asked Chen Jiahao: "How was your work today?"
Chen Jiahao just entered the house, put down the computer assigned to Zhuoxiu, and started talking happily.
Chen's mother picked up the computer and Chen Jiahao said, "Don't touch it. Zhuoxiu has confidentiality rules and you cannot lend the computer to others."
Mother Chen smiled and said, "I didn't move, I'll help you put it away." She opened the cabinet and put the computer in, "That's it, okay? My little ancestor!"
Father Chen said, "I asked you to invite the leader over for a casual meal. Have you opened your mouth?"
"As I said, Miss Guan doesn't miss this meal at all." Chen Jiahao frowned, "She won't embarrass me, can you please stop pushing me?"
Father Chen taught him a lesson: "You just joined the internship, and it is our attitude to invite the leader. We thank her for giving you this opportunity, and you have to have a good relationship with her, do you understand?"
Chen Jiahao was impatient: "Can you please stop interfering? My sister also works at Zhuoxiu! Please help her please the leader!"
Father Chen said: "Can your sister be the same? Every girl does some leisure work while waiting to get married. Can she be the same as you?"
Chen Jiahao's face darkened: "Don't worry about anything, don't worry about it!"
Mother Chen coaxed: "Son, you have never been wronged. Mom wants Miss Guan to tolerate you more."
Father Chen lowered his face and scolded Mother Chen: "Boys should be beaten more and exercised!" He thought for a while, then took out a roll of money and gave it to Mother Chen, "Go to the mall to buy a box of cosmetics and ask Jiahao to deliver it to Miss Guan. You can't. It makes people feel that Jiahao doesn’t understand etiquette.”
Mother Chen happily accepted it, but when she saw that Chen Jiahao still had a dark face, she turned to Chen Jiaxian and said, "Female, let's go together to help your brother choose a gift?"
Chen Jiaxian said nothing.
She had mixed feelings in her heart and could only remain silent.
Seeing her silence, Chen's father praised her instead: "When Jiaxian grows up, she looks like a girl when she is gentle and quiet."
Chen Jiaxian felt ironic.
Father Chen added: "Jia Xian, you should be quiet and virtuous, talk less and work more, so that your parents-in-law will like you. As for Jia Hao, work hard and become the pride of our family! When your parents get old, they will count on Jia Hao in the future." Got it!"
Chen Jiahao reluctantly said: "Dad, Mom, I will find a good wife in the future and we will honor you together."
what is this.
Is filial piety outsourced?
Chen Jiaxian frowned upon hearing this.
Mother Chen was very helpful and her eyes were red. She patted his hand and said, "Hey, find a good wife quickly and give mom a grandson. Then mom will be satisfied."
"Mom, why are you crying?" Chen Jiahao held Chen's mother's hand and softened his tone, "When I make money, I will become a senior and add things to the family."
Father Chen made the final decision: "Mom and dad don't need anything, there is no need to add anything! Jia Hao, just pay your salary and treat your family to a meal, that's all."
Chen Jiahao readily agreed: "Okay."
Chen Jiaxian was sitting on the sofa, and the coffee table in front of her was bought by her. She remained silent.
During the meal, Chen Jiahao mentioned that he made gifts at Zhuoxiu. Only then did Chen Jiaxian say her first words tonight: "Have you found an external supplier? What supplier can be better than the internal suppliers of Zhuoxiu Group? I don't believe it."
Chen Jiahao was anxious: "Don't believe it, I'll search it out and show it to you."
Chen Jiaxian leaned over to look at Chen Jiahao's mobile phone, read out the company name and remember it.
Chen Jiahao swiped the screen of his mobile phone: "Look at the products they sent."
Chen Jiaxian lowered her eyes.
…
In the middle of the night, Guan Xi was woken up by the vibrating cell phone. The caller ID is a public opinion monitoring company.
"Mr. Guan, a sudden public opinion has just been detected." The other party sent the link to the marketing account, "Please check it out."
The words "Zhuoxiu Group Wang Moushan's real estate speculation fraud" caught her eye in the article she opened.
Her sleepiness faded away.
…
"Unless you give me 600,000 yuan, I will not remove this article." The young man said.
Guan Xi suppressed his anger and continued to reason with him: "Wang Shanshan has left her job for nine months. I can even show you the company's social security payment record for her. There was also a month's notice before and after she left her job. Her behavior only represents an individual. But you accuse Zhuoxiu Group of manipulating the housing market behind the scenes? We will reserve the right to prosecute."
"If you pay me, I will naturally withdraw the manuscript." The young man laughed out loud on the other side of the phone, "Are you afraid or am I afraid first?"
Housing is an important pillar of people's livelihood, and real estate speculation is a minefield of public sentiment. "Crowdfunding real estate speculation" has even caused public outrage. How could only a few people move such a big plate? What organizations are involved?
Starting at 7 o'clock in the morning, the news of "real estate speculation fraud" became the most watched headline in the city.
Guan Xi once issued a public opinion warning on this matter, so she took the lead in public relations for this crisis.
Guan Xi and Jun Ziyi stayed up all night, suppressing most of the media's false reports about the relationship between Wang Shanshan and Zhuoxiu Group. However, after fermentation in the middle of the night, this marketing account article suggested that "Zhuoxiu Group was behind the manipulation of Wang Shanshan to step on the red line" It has already gone viral among major owner groups.
Guan Xi felt tired. This marketing account is so new that it doesn’t even have a team and is privately owned by young people. She has little negotiating leverage. And he obviously tasted the sweetness of the traffic dividend from this article, hoping to tear off a fat piece of public relations money from Zhuoxiu Group.
"But the money cannot be given," Guan Xi said to Jun Ziyi, "because Zhuoxiu Group was not involved from the beginning to the end. Once it is given, it will be reasonable and unreasonable. If someone with a deliberate intention turns it out in the future, it will be our evidence of guilt."
Right? That's right. What did you give him the money for? Are you feeling guilty?
At nine o'clock in the morning, Shi Yuan arrived at the Yuecheng branch with two secretaries. Jun Ziyi stood up and said, "Mr. Shi."
Shi Yuan nodded, walked into the office, and started working all day as usual.
…
Later, the deputy secretary came out and told the front desk: "Sissi, help Mr. Shi order breakfast."
She handed Wang Qi a card that was worn white: "Take a picture. The boss said that he still has use for this card, so I can't give it to you."
Wang Qi looked at this ordinary card. It was just a small advertisement for food delivery. The style was old-fashioned and the words were almost lost. Looks older than her.
Is this store really not closed yet?
But what boss doesn’t have some quirks?
Life is not easy, the front desk sighed. Wang Qian took a photo: "Okay."
At nine twenty, Shi Yuan took two secretaries out to attend the breakfast meeting. Naturally, he didn't have time to eat the breakfast he ordered. After it was delivered, Wang Qian placed it in front of Jun Ziyi.
Jun Ziyi smelled a familiar smell and asked Wang Qian: "Where did you order the crab meat noodles? It tastes the same as the breakfast shop in front of my alma mater. It was my favorite when I was studying."
Wang Qi said honestly: "I don't know the card Mr. Shi gave me." She flipped through the photo album on her phone for a while and read out an address to the photo on the card, "Sister Ziyi, this is the store address."
Jun Ziyi looked at the crab meat powder in her hand.
"What a coincidence," she said.
"No..." Before Wang Qian could finish her words, Jun Ziyi let go of her hand and the crab meat noodles fell straight into the trash can.
"Oops." Jun Ziyi looked regretful, "I have no chance of it. Do you think so?"
…
Wang Qi is a post-00s generation who is active on social media for both big and small things.
Shi Yuan sat in the car and clicked on Moments. He quickly pulled down various economic analysis information, industry situation analysis, summit forum photos, and clicked on colorful cartoon avatars.
a photo. The crab meat powder was lying in the trash can. Judging from the weight, it should have been untouched.
Caption: Sister Jun said that she has no chance to live with it~crying/crying/crying/
Shi Yuan turned off his phone and leaned on the leather seat. His slender eyes looked out the window indifferently.
No luck?
Ah.
