At 10:30 in the morning, the silence of Yuecheng Company was broken by neat shouts in the distance.
"The unscrupulous Zhuoxiu developer, return my hard-earned money!"
Shout three times in a row, pause, then shout three times in a row.
The shouting was very uniform.
It was clearly an organized act.
The property manager reported to Jun Ziyi: "A lot of people came this time. They were wearing white clothes and holding white banners, blocking the door of the office building next door."
There are several buildings in the Yuecheng branch. Only the investment center facing the street has a Zhuoxiu sign, and there are only some front desk staff responsible for reception. The troublemakers surrounded this building.
The offices of Zhuoxiu employees are located inside the building, and there are no signs on those buildings.
In the tea room, someone was gossiping.
"... Are you making troubles to protect your rights? It's common, there is one every month, and more at the end of the year."
"Nine times out of ten, you won't be able to find the right location, so don't worry."
In the office.
Jun Ziyi asked: "Who is he?"
The property management said: "They are the future owners who have just paid a deposit for Zhuoxiu's 'Brilliant Biyuan' project. They feel that Zhuoxiu used Wang Shanshan to inflate house prices and sell them maliciously. They asked for a discount on the remaining house payment."
Guan Xi took out his mobile phone and pulled up a photo: "Is this the person who led the shouting?"
The real estate agent carefully identified it: "It's him."
Guan Xi and Jun Ziyi looked at each other. The person in the photo is the young man who posted the article last night.
Guan Xi swiped the phone screen left and right: "Are these people here?"
The property manager said: "It seems to be there."
These people are a professional team who often publish black materials in various industries and earn public relations fees. Public relations practitioners are familiar with the faces of these people.
"Obviously, these professional whistleblowing teams were behind the instigation, instructing the owners to cause trouble, and trying to make profits from it," Guan Xi concluded.
Jun Ziyi received a call from Deputy Secretary Shi Yuan, got up and walked to the tea room.
The deputy secretary said: "Sister Ziyi, Mr. Shi has an important dinner tomorrow night." She whispered, "We need to discuss the demolition and construction plan of Changlefang with the government leaders. When will the public opinion be resolved?"
Jun Ziyi covered her mouth and whispered: "It will be solved tomorrow night."
She put down the phone, held it in her hand, listened to the regular shouting outside, and made a quick judgment.
First, this kind of rights protection disputes happen quite often. The organizers behind them are very experienced. They just make a statement and will not take excessive actions. They are legally blameless and will not cause substantial harm. At most, they will give Zhuoxiu negative news. It was flying all over the sky, and the stock price only fell for a few days.
Second, the person in charge of this matter is Guan Xi, not Jun Ziyi.
Third, in the first 12 hours of public opinion fermentation, Jun Ziyi participated in the entire process, and also brushed her face in front of the big leader Shi Yuan, asking herself that she had fulfilled her duties. If things are solved perfectly, it will be Guan Xi's achievement. If things go wrong - it's Guan Xi who bears the main responsibility.
Jun Ziyi thought of Guan Xi.
Very smart, maybe too smart, and good at grasping the rules, so he is very sharp and has direct methods.
The way to control someone is to "control" first. "Control" is also very simple. It is like pulling a rubber band, loosening and tightening. The essence is "controlling". I just took this opportunity to close Guan Xi and sell her a favor.
Jun Ziyi thought to himself.
She called her assistant: "Get ready and go out for a visit."
The assistant was surprised: "Now? At this time?"
Jun Ziyi said: "I can't decide the time of important leaders' visits." She sighed softly, "I need to ask Guan Xi to work hard for a while."
"Oh, by the way." Jun Ziyi told her assistant, "Tell Guan Xi that Mr. Shi has an important dinner tonight. No matter what means are used, this dispute must be resolved within today."
…
At 10:30 in the morning, Pan Qiaomu told his assistant Han Fang: "Change the ticket from morning to afternoon."
Han Fang was about to speak but stopped.
He asked tentatively: "Mr. Pan, there is public opinion in the company. Aren't you eager to go back and help Sister Ziyi?"
"Why should you help Jun Ziyi?" Pan Qiaomu said, "I am responsible for attracting investment, public relations and public opinion are not my responsibility."
Han Fang said: "But the public relations business of Changlefang will be under your control from now on."
Pan Qiaomu nodded: "The premise is that Junziyi promotes me."
Han Fang was confused: "Can this still change?"
Pan Qiaomu sneered: "Who can guess Jun Ziyi."
So he must let Jun Ziyi see his irreplaceability.
Managing upward is a lifelong lesson for every working person. The superiors will manipulate the subordinates, and the subordinates will naturally manipulate the superiors in reverse.
Pan Qiaomu paced around the hotel room. After a few turns, the cheap ready-to-eat chicken breast from that night flashed before his eyes.
He asked Han Fang: "I remember that a project secretary was laid off some time ago. She was an Aboriginal person. She seemed to be in poor economic conditions, and she approached me to fight for the layoff? Did I remember correctly?"
Han Fang tried hard to recall it for a long time and said frankly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Guan, I have no impression. I'm going to ask the personnel right now."
"Don't ask about personnel first." Pan Qiaomu stopped Han Fang and opened his mailbox. After a long while, he dug out the layoff list from his past emails and found his name and contact information along the layoff list.
Chen Jiaxian.
…
At 10:40 in the morning, Chen Jiaxian was preparing for the cleaning work before the stall opened. She poured several buckets of water on the ground and used a broom and mop to clean it up. There was mud under her feet.
The phone rang.
Chen Jiaxian took off the rubber gloves on her hands. Her skin smelled of rubber and sweat.
Such a job is destined to be unseemly.
She picked up the phone and looked at the unfamiliar numbers on the screen. Without thinking, she pressed the answer button.
…
"I'm Pan Qiaomu." The voice on the other side of the phone said with determination, "Let's make a deal. You forward a public account article to Moments, and I'll pay you." He quoted a number, "Don't worry, it's completely Legal and compliant.”
Chen Jiaxian's pupils widened.
Han Fang added her WeChat account and pushed the official account articles to her mobile phone. Chen Jiaxian glanced at the title, which was the one that was making a lot of noise this morning: "Zhuoxiu instructs employees to crowdfund for real estate speculation and maliciously drive up property prices."
She was silent for a while.
Pan Qiaomu waited patiently. He knew she was short of money and he knew she would accept it.
For a moment, the only sound on the phone was breathing.
Chen Jiaxian said: "No."
Pan Qiaomu was surprised: "What?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "I don't accept it."
Pan Qiaomu asked: "Why."
Chen Jiaxian suddenly asked him: "Who am I?"
Pan Qiaomu paused, motioned to Han Fang to hand over the phone, checked the list again, and then said, "You are Chen Jiaxian."
Chen Jiaxian said: "I am Chen Jiaxian, and I am an Aboriginal. You want to move my house and are talking about compensation. You know my circle of friends must be full of Aboriginal people. If I spread this article to the Aboriginal people, they will definitely They will feel that the compensation is too little and will be dissatisfied with Zhuoxiu."
Pan Qiaomu smiled: "You won't tell me that you have feelings for the Changlefang project, so you don't want to forward this article accusing Zhuo Xiu? Weren't you laid off by the Changlefang project?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "Give me 600,000."
Even though Pan Qiaomu was well-informed, he almost choked on his saliva.
Pan Qiaomu's voice remained unchanged: "600,000 is impossible."
Chen Jiaxian said: "But you are on a business trip now, right? You only know me among the aborigines. You can't find other aborigines at all. You have no choice." She hung up the phone neatly.
Pan Qiaomu opened his eyes wide and looked at the darkened phone screen, with a shocked look on his face.
He looked serious, opened the call history, found the number he had just called, and entered it word by word:
Chen Jiaxian
…
Chen Jiaxian stood under the tree, her face tensed, her palms full of sweat, clutching her cell phone tightly. Her eyes were fixed on her phone screen.
The phone screen suddenly lit up, showing an incoming call from Pan Qiaomu.
Chen Jiaxian's face also lit up. She breathed a long sigh of relief and pressed the answer button.
Pan Qiaomu said: "600,000 is really too much."
Chen Jiaxian said "Oh": "You haven't fought for it, how do you know too much?"
She hung up the phone neatly.
Pan Qiaomu was so angry that he threw his cell phone on the hotel bed.
