The toilet is a place with absolutely no surveillance.
Guan Xi confirmed in advance that no one was in the toilet. She fixed her hair in front of the mirror.
When the man came out, she gently stuffed a shopping card into his bag: "This represents my personal apology. You can use it to polish your pen."
The other party glanced at the "1200" above: "How embarrassing is this."
Guan Xi smiled and said: "You are a master of writing, and polishing gold is an elegance."
The other party also smiled: "Xiaoguan, you are still educated."
At 8:50, Guan Xi added all the WeChat messages and socialized with all the contacts that Pan Qiaomu had not handed over to her, and then the chatting and laughing ended.
…
outside the venue.
Wang Qian and another receptionist were sitting behind the check-in desk.
Another receptionist pointed at Pan Qiaomu's blank sign-in desk: "Brother Qiaomu hasn't arrived yet, what should I do with his name tag? His seat is so far forward. It would be ugly if it was empty. Is the name tag still on his seat?" "
Wang Qian frowned: "Sister Ziyi hasn't replied to me yet."
After a while, Wang Qi looked at her phone and said, "Sister Ziyi said, I won't show off anymore."
Another receptionist looked regretful: "He's not coming."
Wang Qian said: "You just want to see handsome guys."
Another receptionist raised his chin: "Who doesn't want to look at him? Working is so hard, how can we live without handsome guys to look at us? Brother Qiao Mu is really good-looking."
Wang Qian agreed: "Mr. Pan is indeed good-looking. However, Mr. Yu is also quite good-looking..."
The other receptionist laughed horribly: "Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Yu's eyes are so fierce! I'm scared when he looks at me! Bah, bah, bah, I'm so down."
Wang Qian laughed: "Don't worry, I can see your most beloved brother Qiao Mu today. Sister Ziyi said that if he comes late, he will be late. Let him find a seat in the back."
"Really?" There was light on the other front counter, and he looked towards the entrance happily: "Come quickly. Is Guan Xi here? I heard someone said - he and Guan Xi are fighting to the death -"
Wang Qian immediately interrupted her: "It's our turn to talk like this? It's okay to look at the handsome guy. Bosses, you must not get involved in the fight. Zhuoxiu's salary and benefits are good. If you lose your job, where will you find it?"
The other receptionist nodded, stopped talking, and continued to look at the entrance eagerly.
The seat originally reserved for Pan Qiaomu was quickly replaced with a nameplate. Someone sat down and filled the gap.
…
At nine o'clock, the clarification meeting finally began.
Although everyone knew that this was a clarification meeting, in name, it was a press conference on the Changlefang project’s old city renovation concept. After Shi Yuan finished his brief speech on the significance of Changlefang old city reconstruction, he briefly clarified yesterday's accident. The venue played a video of the preliminary renderings after the micro-renovation of Changlefang, as well as the first version of the planning concept and design concept for transforming Changlefang into a cultural industry cluster.
Due to Pan Qiaomu's absence, Guan Xi hosted the live Q&A session.
The media who came to participate had all been arranged, and the questions were in order, and everything was calm. A few minutes later, Shi Yuan left the scene, and Yu Bi and Jun Ziyi saw him out.
The two people turned back and stood at the back door of the venue, listening to the guests talking in low voices.
"The one named Guan Xi is her."
"What I do is really eye-catching. Even my boss knows about it. I became famous in one battle... I am worthy of being Cheng Wenhua's school girl."
“Public relations and marketing are not separate things.”
"I'm not mature enough to do it myself. After all, she represents the corporate image."
Amidst the whispers, Yu Ben crossed his arms and asked Jun Ziyi: "Why are you withholding the assistant application for Guan Xi?"
Jun Ziyi looked at the stage: "Judging from the existing workload, the Changlefang project does not need an additional public relations assistant."
She did not intend to destroy the balance between Guan Xi and Pan Qiaomu.
Yu Ben frowned: "The public relations manager of Changlefang has no one available except an intern. Is this ridiculous? Just like this public opinion, she..."
Jun Ziyi interrupted him: "If there is an important task, she can borrow other people and ask for support."
Request support?
Wherever there are people, there are "unspeakable" jobs. This kind of work can only be left to your own people. How can you recruit people to do it? Does Guan Xi have to end up personally every time? Jun Ziyi obviously knows best, why is she pretending to be stupid?
Yu Ben turned his head and looked at Jun Ziyi: "You know that's not what I meant."
Jun Ziyi smiled.
What does Yubi mean?
Yu Ben cannot protect himself, and no matter who he wants to support, it is meaningless.
…
Just as he was thinking about it, Jun Ziyi's cell phone rang. She lowered her eyes to look at the caller ID, and her expression suddenly changed.
Yu Ben glanced at her.
Jun Ziyi stood up, picked up the phone with a serious face, and walked to a quiet place to answer it.
What happened?
Yu Ben didn't wonder for long. A few minutes later, Jun Ziyi sat back at the table and told Yu Bi: "The old president wants to see Guan Xi."
Old CEO? Want to see Guan Xi?
Such a big honor?
Yu Ben looked at Jun Ziyi suddenly, with surprise that could not be concealed on his face: "When?"
You must know that as old employees of Zhuoxiu Group, Yu Bi and Jun Ziyi have met the old president only a handful of times. Only those who have won the performance championship in the group's branches across the country, or personally won the annual president award, are eligible to participate in " President’s Family Banquet”, meeting the old president himself.
Yu Ben remembered what Guan Xi said to him in the car——
Only by marketing yourself can you help the Changlefang project obtain resources.
She marketed her results too quickly. is it possible?
Jun Ziyi looked at the calendar on her phone: "Before the Mid-Autumn Festival."
That was quick.
Yu Ben counted the days and couldn't help but ask: "Why does the old president want to see Guan Xi? Because of this demonstration? Such a small thing?"
Jun Ziyi nodded with a half-smile: "Of course it's such a small thing."
As he said this, the two of them looked at Guan Xi together.
There are a lot of rumors about Guangfa Bank and Yongda Group falling out, but I don’t know whether it is true or not. At this juncture, the old president suddenly wanted to see Guan Xi.
Coincidence? Or deliberately?
…
Guan Xi finished answering questions and walked off the stage. There were seven or eight missed calls on her phone.
"Senior." She called back with a smile.
Cheng Wenhua smiled on the other side of the phone: "School girl, I just got a call - you asked me to borrow a car just to rear-end you? You are so brave."
"You have wronged me. Who wants to rear-end me for no reason?" Guan Xi hurriedly shouted, "The new intern's driving skills are not good, and he accidentally got into an accident." She said sincerely, "How can you settle this matter? I have no conditions. Cooperate."
The car was in Cheng Wenhua's name. He was the one who took advantage of the situation, so he naturally had his own way of getting things done. The rear-end collision was nothing more than a trivial episode.
Cheng Wenhua laughed: "No problem, senior, I'll treat you to a casual meal. This is the end of the little friction we had before, okay?"
Cheng Wenhua wanted to step on Guan Xi and become famous in Yuecheng, but now he was stepped on by Guan Xi and did her another favor. It was indeed even.
Guan Xi smiled and said, "What's the friction? The senior asked me to do that. Senior, I must treat you to this meal."
Guan Xi speaks beautifully.
Cheng Wenhua thought of the news he had just received from Zhuoxiu Group, and then thought of Guan Xi's poor family situation.
Without a family to rely on, he is smart and flexible, and his stature is still low. Is it normal for the old CEO to like her?
Cheng Wenhua immediately judged: Guan Xi is worth making friends with.
So he revealed: "Sister, I just heard from someone in your group that Li Zhuoxiu wants to see you."
Guan Xi raised his eyebrows.
Li Zhuoxiu wants to see her?
For a moment, she thought of Li Zhuoxiu's intimate photos and the positioning of the cancer hospital, of the rumors about Yongda Group, and of the fuss made by the owners this time. The chaotic information quickly gathered in her mind, trying to sort out a thread, but the reality The hit only lasted for one second.
She blinked slowly.
