Through a door, the situation in the conference room could not be seen clearly, only Yu Ben's raised voice could be heard.
Zhou Ke walked up to Chen Jiaxian with a cup and tilted his head.
Chen Jiaxian suppressed the discomfort in her abdomen and held a cup, and the two of them walked to the tea room.
Standing in front of the coffee machine, Chen Jiaxian pressed the start button.
A rumble sounded.
She whispered to Zhou Ke: "The aborigines are going to sue Zhuo Xiu."
Zhou Ke covered his mouth and asked quietly: "Are you threatening to sue, or are you really going to sue? You are also an Aboriginal, do you have your work tasks?"
Chen Jiaxian watched the coffee flow out of the machine and shook her head: "We really want to sue. I haven't been notified yet."
Zhou Ke's face turned ugly: "Sue directly? Isn't there any room for change? How could it lead to a lawsuit?"
Chen Jiaxian took Zhou Ke's cup, put it under the coffee machine, and pressed the start button. When the sound of grinding beans sounded, she whispered: "The grandson who made trouble with the workers, his grandnephew grew up abroad, press According to foreign rules, a lawyer was called on the spot, and many people at the scene saw it. Now the matter has spread."
Zhou Ke cursed.
Has it spread? !
For operations, this is a disaster.
The investment center of the Changlefang project has been repaired. In view of the cultural tourism positioning of Changlefang in the future, the investment center allocated 35 square meters of space to build a cultural and creative gift shop. In the early stage, it was mainly used for investment promotion and display. The specific operations are under the responsibility of Zhou Ke, who plans to open in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Now that there is such a fuss——
The scheduled publicity, planned activities, scheduled plans and budgets all had to be disrupted and rescheduled, and postponed until after the storm. Once postponed, the suppliers that have been agreed upon and the deposits that have been paid will either be in vain or waste manpower to try to change things one by one since it is Zhuoxiu's own problem.
How to open this!
There is a problem with this quarter's budget, and part of next quarter's budget will inevitably be deducted!
No money, how can you do anything without money!
If you can't do anything, where will the performance and bonuses come from? With the current situation, I might be laid off next summer!
Chen Jiaxian handed Zhou Ke's cup over, and Zhou Ke tightened his grip on the cup handle: "Your boss must have a way to solve it, right?"
Yes, look for Guan Xi.
She must have a way.
Such whispers echoed throughout the office.
…
As expected, the door of the conference room opened, and Yu Ben's assistant knocked on the door of Guan Xi's office under the watchful eyes of everyone.
A few seconds later, Guan Xi walked into the conference room with his laptop and closed the door behind him.
Zhou Ke sighed: "If your boss can really handle this matter, then she is really..." She thought for a long time, but couldn't think of any adjectives, and finally said, "The giant Buddha came to our small temple."
Chen Jiaxian held the coffee, looked in the direction of the conference room, and nodded: "She will find a way."
…
The door of the conference room opened, and all the people in charge of relevant work came out one after another, leaving only Yu Ben, Zhou Ye and Guan Xi.
Zhou Ke stood guard at the door of the conference room and immediately grabbed Li Hong aside: "Sister Hong!"
Li Hong sighed: "The cultural and creative store you are in charge of, be prepared to postpone its opening."
Zhou Ke was mentally prepared, but he was still unwilling to have his hard work disrupted. She stamped her foot: "Can't you just pay for it?"
Li Hong didn't nod or shake her head: "It depends on how much the other party wants. It's definitely not possible for the lion to open his mouth. The other party and we both called the police and checked the surveillance. Zhuoxiu was not at fault. First, the place where the old man surnamed Jiang fell was not under Zhuoxiu's construction Within the scope; secondly, the conflict between the old man surnamed Sun and the worker Zhuoxiu did not actually involve physical collision, and the old man surnamed Sun even brought a murder weapon——"
The murder weapon?
Chen Jiaxian raised her head and saw Li Hong, the financial manager, gesturing: "I looked at the surveillance camera and saw a bulging bag on my back, and a hammer fell out. Because of this, the worker was frightened and called the police. Who knows if this old man is here to touch porcelain?" of--"
Chen Jiaxian coughed and explained aloud: "Uncle Sun is not a porcelain maker. He is a coppersmith. He just carries a tool kit with him."
Li Hong turned to look at Chen Jiaxian: "Oh. You are the aborigine. You know all these people."
Zhou Ke was so anxious that he tugged at Li Hong: "Sister Hong, aren't they just extorting money? Let Guan Xi go negotiate and bargain. The money must be given. If not, there will be a dispute between the aborigines and us. How can we build a demonstration street if the nails are buried?”
Isn't it just hush money?
Li Hong sighed: "Let's see the specific form."
Zhou Ke frowned, turned back to his work station, and stared at the revised plan.
Public opinion accidents are either big or small. Once it happens, the hard work of countless people will be in vain.
Chen Jiaxian looked at her colleagues sighing and remembered inappropriately that in this project that shared the same fate as Xiguan, no one cared about the old man's physical condition.
But Chen Jiaxian cares.
She silently took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Chen Jiahao, asking about the physical condition of Uncle Sun, who was a coppersmith, and Uncle Jiang, who was a fried rice fan.
Since the last quarrel, the two siblings have not contacted each other again.
Chen Jiahao replied quickly: "What's wrong with Uncle Sun?"
He doesn't know either.
Chen Jiaxian exited the dialog box with Chen Jiahao and clicked on the contact "Mom". She hesitated for a long time and saw that the chat record with Chen's mother was still on the day she ran away from home.
Chen Jiaxian gave up typing and closed the dialog box with Chen's mother.
…
The first remedy for a public opinion crisis: divert the attention of competitors to avoid further deterioration of the situation.
Across the door, Guan Xi was also in the office wearing headphones and calling: "Brother."
The screen lit up, and she saw the note to Cheng Wenhua on her phone: The shady leader
Guan Xi's voice was filled with a smile: "Good morning."
Cheng Wenhua said: "Why is junior sister suddenly free to contact me?"
Guan Xi smiled: "I have a photo in my hand, and I would like to ask my senior brother to help me palm the eyes."
Before Cheng Wenhua could speak, Guan Xi sent a photo. A few seconds later, Cheng Wenhua's voice was filled with excitement: "Okay, junior sister, do you also have information from Yongda Group? This photo... what's the price?"
Guan Xi smiled and said: "No money, just give it to senior brother."
Cheng Wenhua laughed: "Why is Junior Sister so kind-hearted all of a sudden?"
Guan Xi half-truthfully said: "We are also arranging the business that Yongda Group is interested in getting involved in. Senior brother, if you can make money, we can also suppress Yongda Group."
Cheng Wenhua understood immediately: "I understand, thank you, junior sister."
…
The second remedy for a public opinion crisis: keep your competitors at a distance and make them powerless.
After hanging up the phone, the office was quiet for a moment. Yu Ben coughed and then asked, "What's the use of this?"
Guan Xi said: "Cheng Wenhua is very cautious. He will personally check the authenticity of these materials."
Yu Ben sneered: "The shady leader, delving into this kind of heresy, is quite inspiring."
Guan Xi turned the computer screen and asked Yu Ben to look at the photo: "Look at the geographical location."
Yu Ben recognized it for a moment: "Changsha?"
Guan Xi smiled: "I bet that Cheng Wenhua is already on his way to Changsha - do you want to bet?"
Yu Ben shook his head: "I won't bet. So you did this to get rid of Cheng Wenhua?"
Guan Xi nodded: "Cheng Wenhua is not a paparazzi. He collects black materials to earn corporate public relations fees. How to check this black materials and how to collect public relations fees is a knowledge that combines connections and skills. He must personally take action."
Yu Ben looked at the photos on the screen in trance.
Guan Xi checked the time on his phone: "Even if Cheng Wenhua knew about our affair on the road, this photo would be equally tempting to him. An ambitious person like him would definitely want to go all-in and would not be willing to give up any order. .”
Yu Ben understood. Guan Xi wanted to get rid of Cheng Wenhua and prevent him from getting involved in Zhuoxiu's turmoil.
Yu Ben said: "You understand very well."
Guan Xi just turned a deaf ear.
Yu Ben paused and said, "It takes him two hours to go to Changsha from here. Two hours, how do I need to cooperate with you?"
Guan Xi said: "It's more than 2 hours. My personal estimate is 10-12 hours. It will take him so much time to thoroughly study this business in Changsha."
Yu Ben was caught off guard and raised his voice: "Wait a minute - is your photo of Yongda Group real?!"
Guan Xi looked at Yu Ben and nodded: "Of course it's true."
It took Yu Ben a while to find his voice: "You, you, how do you have such a photo? So are the rumors from the outside world true? How did you get it?"
Guan Xi laughed.
"Because we are also arranging the business they are interested in getting involved in." She spread her hands, "What I said is all the truth."
