There are many people who understand the dialect among the owners.
Chen Jiahao's words bluntly poked the owner in the face. The crowd rushed forward suddenly, and the property management hurriedly stopped him. Chen Jiahao subconsciously stepped back, tripped on his feet, and fell to the ground.
Countless mobile phones took the opportunity to point at him and take pictures. Someone cursed loudly in Mandarin. Li Bin figured out the whole story and was so angry that he pointed at Chen Jiahao and said, "Are you a fool?"
In the era of self-media, any speech to the public needs to be extremely cautious. Who gave this intern the power to talk nonsense?
Li Bin can imagine that Chen Jiahao's words will be interpreted in many ways and trigger a new round of public opinion carnival.
As a person with vested interests since childhood, Chen Jiahao never knew how arrogant his subconscious reaction was. Everything was given to him; he never had to fight for it. Therefore, his ability to empathize is extremely lacking.
Li Bin was very angry. He said to Yu Bi: "Can Changlefang work? If your people can't do it, don't make trouble! If you can't do the work, you can retreat very quickly!"
Yu Ben stopped Li Bin, frowned, and pushed Chen Jiahao into the investment center building: "You can go back through the back door later, find two properties to send you, and go home directly."
Chen Jiahao hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yu, I don't mean anything else. I..."
"No need to explain." Yu Ben waved his hand, "For your personal safety."
Chen Jiahao opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Yu Ben turned around and apologized to the crowd for Chen Jiahao.
…
Guan Xi saw Yu Bi’s phone call.
Yu Ben said: "There is an emergency." He explained what happened in a few words, "Please arrange for the public opinion monitoring company to continue to pay attention."
What Chen Jiahao just said has been filmed. If such outrageous remarks spread, it will inevitably trigger a second public opinion crisis.
The phone at Zhuoxiu's front desk rang one after another. Wang Qian covered the phone and whispered to Guan Xi: "Mr. Guan, this is a reporter. He was talking about the statement 'If you can't afford a house, go back to your hometown.' I asked Zhuoxiu why he was evicting people from Yuecheng."
Guan Xi frowned, and while typing on WeChat to the public opinion company, he told Wang Qi: "Ask clearly which media the other party is, and I will directly contact the other party's leadership and suppress it from top to bottom."
Zhuoxiu's front desk staff have all received basic speaking skills training. Wang Qi nodded, took the microphone and said, "We have taken note of your question. How should I call you?"
Guan Xi pressed down two calls and sent a WeChat message with difficulty. Just as he finished sending, another call came in.
She was on the phone with headphones on and opened the collaborative office software. She was pulled into the work group of "Brilliant Biyuan | Changlefang", which included Jun Ziyi, Yu Bi, Li Bin, her and Pan Qiaomu.
Li Bin in the group @everyone: "Is there anyone else who can speak Xiguan dialect?"
…
At 12 noon, Chen Jiaxian received a WeChat message from Chen Jiahao.
Chen Jiahao: "Cry loudly/cry loudly/"
Chen Jiahao: "Sister, what should I do? My boss asked me to go home. Did I not do a good job?"
Chen Jiaxian: "You were laid off?"
Chen Jiahao: "That's not true, but I seem to have made a big mistake..."
Chen Jiahao: "Sister, please help me ask the boss, help me plead for mercy, please, sister."
Chen Jiaxian typed: "Which boss do you think will pay attention to me?" She suddenly thought of Guan Xi, her typing hand suddenly stopped, and then she deleted each word.
Chen Jiaxian threw her phone into her pocket and turned around in circles a few times impatiently.
Then make a call.
…
Guan Xi paid attention to the work group while making phone calls. She looked at Li Bin and asked everyone in the group: "Is there anyone who can speak Xiguan dialect?"
The Changlefang project recruited Chen Jiahao just to find someone who could speak the Xiguan dialect.
Yu Ben: "There is no such thing in Changlefang."
Guan Xi typed: "I'm going to ask the sales department if there is anyone who can speak dialects." As she typed, something suddenly occurred to her.
She exited the work group and opened her address book.
Yes. There is another person who is familiar with Zhuoxiu and understands the Xiguan dialect.
Guan Xi looked at the words "Chen Jiaxian" and was about to press it when a call came in.
Caller ID:
Chen Jiaxian.
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"Hi, Guan Xi, I'm Chen Jiaxian." She looked up at the Yuecheng Company's office building. "I'm just downstairs. Do you need to talk?"
The gray building glows with cool colors in the midday sun. The word "Zhuoxiu" is in bright and eye-catching red.
…
Guan Xi said: "Twelfth floor. I'll wait for you."
…
At 12:20 noon, Chen Jiaxian entered the office building of Yuecheng Company for the first time.
The elevator opened and Chen Jiaxian walked into the small conference room surrounded by glass. Guan Xi sat inside and waited for her. Seeing Chen Jiaxian come in, Guan Xi pushed a cup of hot water over.
Chen Jiaxian said: "Please lend me a work card and I will print some materials."
Guan Xi raised his hand and called Wang Qian at the front desk to come in: "Please help me print some materials. Miss Chen will send them to your WeChat."
Wang Qian agreed, turned around and went out, closing the glass door quietly.
Chen Jiaxian then remembered that she was no longer the project secretary. She is no longer needed to do trivial tasks such as copying and printing.
Guan Xi looked up at her: "What are you talking about?"
Chen Jiaxian put her hand into her pants pocket. She didn't have Guan Xi's work card, so at this moment, she couldn't hold on to the source of courage. But that doesn't stop her from doing something crazy.
The desire for opportunity burned in my chest, and this drive was stronger than anything else.
Chen Jiaxian said: "My brother, Chen Jiahao, made a mistake at work today. I want to know how Zhuoxiu Company dealt with him."
Guan Xi briefly described the incident, responsibility and consequences to Chen Jiaxian.
Chen Jiaxian nodded to make it clear.
Guan Xi asked: "Why doesn't Chen Jiahao come over and ask me himself? Are you here to talk for him because you hope I won't fire him?"
During the brief conversation between the two, Guan Xi's phone rang one after another. The slogans outside are still shouted, and the noise remains the same. In such a busy time, Guan Xi took time to see Chen Jiaxian, which in itself represents an attitude.
Chen Jiaxian remembered what Pan Qiaomu once taught her: If there is no demand, create demand.
Chen Jiaxian said: "No."
Chen Jiaxian said: "The purpose of my coming today is to hope that you can fire Chen Jiahao."
…
Desire, what is it?
Was it the fire stolen by Prometheus that was always burning and unwilling in her heart?
Looking directly into Guan Xi's eyes, Chen Jiaxian's face tightened with anxiety. This time, she knew exactly who she was, what she wanted, and what she would give in exchange.
Twenty-year-old Chen Jiaxian finally understood——
Just saying "no" is not enough. Only by putting aside the shame of being disciplined and facing her own desires can she stand up, go on, and live her own life.
Since this world can belong to others, it can also belong to her.
…
"I hope you fire Chen Jiahao." Chen Jiaxian said.
"Give me a reason." Guan Xi said.
"I can replace him." Chen Jiaxian said.
