Guan Xi accepted the money, and Charles asked, "Would it be interesting to show our scars to others?"
Guan Xi said: "After all, I stepped on him to become famous."
Charles sneered: "He runs a 'black public relations' company. To put it bluntly, he just wants to take advantage of others. How many people has he offended? Who wouldn't want to step on him? Do you need to pretend to be pitiful in front of him?"
Guan Xi said: "Yes, he has offended many people, but he still dares to eat this bowl of rice. The bowl is still stable and he can continue to cook it again and again in the future."
Charles reacted quickly.
Guan Xi said: "Black PR is also a business, and a business has value. Has Zhuoxiu sued him? Has the media he came from banned him? Has he broken the law? None. Cheng Wenhua is a very smart man, he has A way to benefit everyone.”
Charles was in disbelief: "You mean, no matter black PR or white PR, the same people will benefit in the end?"
Guan Xi smiled: "Of course, no matter who is more powerful, the chicken or the duck, he will be eaten in the end."
Which boss dares to pat his chest and say that he has never made a fortune through sideways.
Charles said: "He got what he got. Why let him know that we didn't have a good life when we were kids."
Guan Xi said lightly: "What does it mean to live a bad life, and what does it mean to live a good life? Sometimes, it is good to live not well, and it is bad to live well. As long as I can achieve the results I want, it is good. "
Charles thought about it for a while, stopped thinking about it, and said with a smile: "You succeeded. Every group is taking advantage of it, saying that Cheng Wenhua, a professional informant, was tricked by you."
Guan Xi said: "We still have a long way to go."
What else is missing? Charles was puzzled.
When I hung up the phone, it was already 11:30 pm.
But Guan Xi couldn't sleep yet.
She looked at her mailbox. Jun Ziyi sent emails to various groups. At 8:30 tomorrow morning, the Yuecheng branch will hold a small clarification meeting regarding the "Wang Moushan public opinion incident", and Changlefang's media relations will also be present.
She takes the lead on this matter. But Jun Ziyi's email was copied to two people from the Changlefang project: Pan Qiaomu and Guan Xi.
Everyone has selfish motives, and everyone's desires are different.
Guan Xi wants to become famous in one battle. Pan Qiaomu wants to be promoted. What Jun Ziyi wants is for her and Pan Qiaomu to jointly contribute to the Changlefang project?
With such a bad ending, Guan Xi didn't think he could just laugh it off.
There was a constant quarrel next door. Suddenly, there was a "bang" and the muffled sound of something hitting the wall was particularly clear in the night.
The noise from next door stopped abruptly.
…
The living room became messy again.
Chen Jiaxian sat against the wall and covered her forehead with her hands, but the blood still flowed down through the gaps between her fingers and stained her eyelashes.
She spoke first: "You guys should calm down."
Father Chen looked at his hand in disbelief, and then at the dent made by the pencil case on the wall. On the ground, the zipper of the pencil case opened, revealing a steel ruler, and coins rolled out and scattered all over the floor. When he just threw it, he was really angry, but Chen Jiaxian didn't hide.
Mother Chen wanted to step forward, but she looked at Father Chen and Chen Jiahao, hesitated, and did not move.
In the silence, Mother Chen murmured: "Daughter, are you okay?"
Chen Jiaxian waved her hand and stood up holding on to the wall: "I'm fine."
There was a faint bloody fingerprint left on the wall. Chen Jiaxian wiped it subconsciously, and then she remembered: why was she the one doing the cleaning?
She put down her hand, revealing the gash on her forehead that had been cut by a steel ruler. It was cut diagonally across the corner of her eye, almost poking her eye. The blood came out again and she had to hold it down with a tissue again.
Chen Jiaxian raised her eyes and looked at Chen Jiahao, who was frozen on the side: "Chen Jiahao, you have to rely on your ability to find a job. I don't owe you anything."
Chen Jiahao's face was tense, and his hands tightened and loosened.
Through the edge of the pressed tissue, she looked at Chen's father and Chen's mother, "Jiahao is your son, not my son. If you must owe me, I owe you for giving birth to me, but I don't owe him."
She smiled and said softly: "Mom, I have no choice in giving birth. If I had the choice, I would rather never have been born."
Mother Chen howled: "Daughter, you are going to cut my mother's heart!"
Chen Jiaxian only looked at her mother. She recounted a fact: "Mom, you never loved me."
Mother Chen cried and said, "Mom loves you."
Chen Jiaxian asked: "Do you love me as much as you love your brother?"
Mother Chen covered her face: "Mom has always treated everyone equally. When has mom ever been partial?"
Chen Jiaxian narrated: "Why is my brother the pride of the family, but I am not? His birth and existence are already an honor, but I have to change my name? Why can I help him with work every day, but he can stop working? Why can't I bear to eat? But he eats well every day? Why does this family belong to him, and even the money I earn has to be given to him?"
Chen Jiaxian rarely talks so much at home. Mother Chen was in a daze.
In the silence, Father Chen finally spoke.
He said: "You have different responsibilities. You are not from our family, and you will always marry into someone else's family in the future. We raised you to be raised by other people's families. We have done our best to raise you until you are eighteen years old. But Jiahao's name is in Chen In the family genealogy, he has the responsibility to continue the family lineage."
So is this the real reason?
Chen Jiaxian thought she was mentally prepared. But her tears fell again.
Chen Jiaxian said: "Dad, am I not your child? Am I going to die after I turn 18? Don't you think these reasons are ridiculous?"
Father Chen stopped her: "This is a rule left by our ancestors."
Chen Jiaxian looked at her father.
"This is shit," she said.
Father Chen's face darkened: "You can't disobey your ancestors! I've raised you up to this point, but you've only given me a mouth that dares to scold my ancestors?"
Tears are nothing more than physiological saline, a natural reaction of the human body. Chen Jiaxian told herself.
She wasn't sad.
Chen Jiaxian said: "How can you support me until I am eighteen? You said that the conditions at home are not good, so you asked me to go to a technical secondary school and graduate early to help the family. I said that I can work part-time to support myself and help reduce your burden, so You have never given me any money. Dad, our family has bookkeepers in business, am I right? You owe me too."
Chen's father shouted: "But my family is paying for you to get your driver's license! Isn't this money?"
Chen Jiaxian smiled bitterly: "Obviously it was Chen Jiahao who wanted to learn to drive. The driving school offered to buy one, get one free. You wanted me to take care of Chen Jiahao, so you took me along, didn't you? Later, you made various excuses for me to buy things, and I bought them for you too. Yes, I gave Chen Jiahao money to learn to drive."
Chen Jiahao raised his head in shock. He always thought that his sister was born with a hard-working character, so he worked hard to study while working. He even felt impressed. But now it sounds like the truth is so different from what his parents told him? Why does it sound like his parents are cruel and exploiting their underage daughter?
Father Chen's face was livid. He looked at the wound on Chen Jiaxian's forehead and had no way to defend himself.
Chen Jiaxian said: "I have worked for you in the candy store for so many years, and you have supported me not only not to lose money, but also to make money."
Mother Chen said: "But the candy store belongs to our family. How can we care about money when we do things for our own family? This is how my mother lived after she got married. Has she ever cared about it?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "Mom, do you dare to care? What does the candy store have to do with you? If the candy store is given to my brother, what does it have to do with me?"
When Chen's mother heard this, she slapped herself hard: "It's my mother's fault for teaching you to be so selfish."
Chen Jiahao grabbed Chen's mother's hand and shouted: "Mom!" He turned his head and looked at Chen Jiaxian: "Sister, stop talking!"
If it were in the past, Chen Jiaxian would definitely give in. But Chen Jiaxian is no longer soft-hearted.
Chen Jiaxian said: "Am I selfish? Mom, can you be fair, am I helping you in the candy store every day? Aren't I doing the housework? Wasn't I the one who took care of my brother when he was a child? How many times has your brother helped you since you were a child? You Are you saying you are not biased?"
Mother Chen started sobbing again and was out of breath. Chen Jiaxian said again: "Mom, my brother already has enough, I really only have a little bit, why do you still want to snatch it from me?"
Chen Jiahao supported Chen's mother and defended himself: "Sister, I have never done such a thing."
Chen Jiaxian said: "Mom did it for you."
Chen Jiahao said: "But I don't know at all. Sister, don't take your anger out on me, okay? You've been scolding me for so long and I didn't even reply. Are you done yet?"
Chen Jiaxian took a deep breath and smiled: "You can't guess? Mom gave you money to buy basketball shoes. Have you never thought about where she got the money? A pair of basketball shoes is enough for me to live for several months, you know? ?You really don’t know?”
Chen Jiahao was choked to the point of speechlessness, and a trace of guilt flashed across his face.
Mother Chen started wailing again, almost sobbing.
Chen Jiahao supported Chen's mother and shouted helplessly: "Sister, Mom has been like this, have you had enough trouble! Then what do you want! What do you want me to do! How do you want me to compensate you? You can tell me !”
Chen Jiaxian picked up a pair of scissors from the table and threw them in front of Chen Jiahao: "Cut up the basketball shoes I bought with my money." She added, "Cut them all."
The scissors fell to the ground, making a clang and spinning around under Chen Jiahao's feet.
Chen Jiahao lowered his head and looked at the scissors, motionless.
"Go." Chen Jiaxian said.
"Are you crazy, Chen Jiaxian?" Chen Jiahao looked up, "Basketball shoes are very expensive."
Chen Jiaxian said: "I know."
Chen Jiahao was silent for a long time.
He did not pick up the scissors: "Such expensive shoes, I, I can't be so spendthrift."
He looked at Chen Jiaxian and said word by word: "If you want a candy store, I will give it to you. Isn't it okay if I give it to you? Are you satisfied?"
Chen Jiaxian pressed the wound and smiled: "Do you still think this is about the candy store?"
…
Chen Jiaxian had already packed her luggage. She dragged her suitcase, and the wheels rolled over the mess in the living room, making a muffled sound.
Chen Jiaxian opened the door. She looked back at the three silent people behind her.
Father Chen was sitting on the sofa, hanging his head and playing with his mobile phone. Chen Jiahao stood blankly, his face stiff. Only Mother Chen came over and looked at her worriedly.
Chen Jiaxian blocked what Chen's mother wanted to say: "I won't give in."
Mother Chen opened her mouth, and tears rolled down again: "You child! You child!" She patted Chen Jiaxian's shoulder gently, "You are so stubborn. Being a woman is a disadvantage. Wouldn't it be better to be softer?"
Chen Jiaxian walked to the porch, and Chen's mother caught up with her from behind. She handed her an umbrella.
"It's raining outside." Mother Chen said sadly, "Let's go again tomorrow morning."
Her mother didn't tell her not to leave.
Chen Jiaxian said softly: "Mom, even if you have thought for a moment, this is not my fault. Home should not be a place where I can survive by bowing my head. I am the victim. Mom, you have never thought about it."
Mother Chen wiped her tears.
Chen Jiaxian knows that the first thing a mother thinks of is always her husband and son. Only with the little bit of space left in my heart can I stuff an umbrella for my daughter.
It can only hold an umbrella.
Chen Jiaxian took the umbrella and walked out of the house.
"I'm leaving, Mom," she said.
This time, she didn't say goodbye.
