There are no restrooms in Starbucks. Chen Jiaxian came out of the toilet in a shopping mall not far away and saw Pan Qiaomu unexpectedly.
Across the huge full moon installation in the mall atrium, Chen Jiaxian held on to the railing on the third floor and looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the cafe opposite on the second floor. Inside the window, Pan Qiaomu was wearing a light brown shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He was holding a tablet in his hand and was introducing something to the person opposite.
He always looks high-spirited, always handsome and proud.
Chen Jiaxian looked at him from a distance.
She really wanted Pan Qiaomu to know that she could complete the plan independently. She had just scolded "arrogance", and she also wanted him to hear it.
While he was lost in thought, Pan Qiaomu inside the floor-to-ceiling window had already stood up, shook hands with the other party, handed over his business card, and then left.
Chen Jiaxian's eyes subconsciously followed his figure.
A few minutes later, he hurried through the atrium on the first floor and suddenly stopped when he passed the huge full moon device.
He raised his phone and took a photo of the full moon installation.
Then he put the phone in his arms and strode away.
Chen Jiaxian turned her attention to the cafe again. The person opposite also left, and there was half a business card soaked in the coffee cup on the table.
Chen Jiaxian's eyes stayed on the half of the business card and could not move for a long time.
When she came to her senses, she found that she had run down to the second floor and was standing in front of the table, looking at the coffee cup that had not been taken away by the waiter.
The three words Pan Qiaomu soaked in the coffee cup, and there was a layer of brown stains.
Chen Jiaxian stretched out her hand to take out the wet business card. At this moment, the business card finally softened and completely fell into the half-cup of cold coffee.
It was as if the shell of the elite collapsed in an instant, revealing the embarrassing and fragmented truth.
Chen Jiaxian looked at the crumpled business card in a daze.
…
Pan Qiaomu posted a message on Moments.
A photo of a full moon installation in a shopping mall with the caption: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
When Chen Jiaxian saw this photo, she had just walked out of the shopping mall.
Will he know that his business card has been abandoned like a broom?
He...should know. Chen Jiaxian thought.
Is the arrogance she sees in her eyes all that a person has?
Chen Jiaxian looked back at the mall atrium, where the huge full moon installation lit up beautifully. There are bustling crowds of people, families and friends celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon is like a beautiful face.
An idea flashed in her mind.
Brush your face.
Guan Xi gave her a thesis task, asking her to show off her face in front of the project colleagues and win the favor of the project colleagues; similarly, she can also do something during the Mid-Autumn Festival to let Zhuoxiu Real Estate show off in front of the aborigines and win the favor of the aborigines. .
Chen Jiaxian immediately put aside her little thoughts about Pan Qiaomu and hurriedly recorded her thoughts in a memo.
…
When he returned to Starbucks, Guan Xi was on the phone, with a rare irritated expression on his face. The Guan Xi that Chen Jiaxian saw on weekdays was always calm and rational, but this kind of Guan Xi felt strange to her.
Guan Xi said to the other side of the phone: "Mom, I'm in a meeting with my colleagues."
A few seconds later, she added: "Female colleague, it's Chen Jiaxian who came to my house last time. Mom, I'm really not free. I'm hanging up."
Guan Xi hung up the phone. A second later, the phone buzzed and vibrated again. Chen Jiaxian saw "Mom" on the incoming call reminder. Immediately, Guan Xi pressed the phone down and the screen went black.
The call came in again, Guan Xi pressed it again, turned on the mute button of the phone with one hand, and placed it upside down on the table.
Both of their mobile phones were placed upside down on the table. However, one mother's love was so strong that it was suffocating, while the other mother's love was so thin that it was chilling.
Guan Xi raised his head and looked at Chen Jiaxian.
Chen Jiaxian hesitated for a long time and told Guan Xi about how she and Pan Qiaomu rescued Jiang Bo last night. Does her working with Pan Qiaomu count as a betrayal of Guan Xi?
She looked at Guan Xi's expression.
Guan Xi nodded: "I understand."
Chen Jiaxian asked boldly: "Then what should I do? Can I ask Mr. Pan to come and participate in this negotiation? After all, he saved Jiang Bo. Will it be easier for Jiang Bo to compromise when he sees him?"
Chen Jiaxian's request is logical and reasonable. Guan Xi said: "You take the lead in this negotiation and you make the decision."
Chen Jiaxian hesitated and said: "But, as your intern, I hope you are more competitive than Mr. Pan."
Guan Xi paused and looked at the girl opposite.
She is only twenty years old and is the youngest child in the workplace. The competition that children understand is always superficial, and what they say may be naive and stupid, but it is also very cute.
Faced with warmth, Guan Xi didn't know how to deal with it. When she was growing up, everything was too tight and too anxious. Her mother, who grew up with her, was always exhausted by life and had difficulty controlling her emotions.
How should she face warmth?
…
After a long while, Guan Xi stretched out his hand, imitating the comforting movements in the TV series, and stroked Chen Jiaxian's hair.
"Just think about this negotiation." Guan Xi tried to sound gentle, "I don't need your care. I can get what I deserve by myself."
Chen Jiaxian hesitated for a moment, then pushed further: "Then, can we hide the matter of beating the Tong Sun Bo from the Fried Fan Jiang Bo? The Tong Sun Bo has a reckless character, but the Fried Fan Jiang Bo is very thoughtful. I'm worried that after the Fried Fan Uncle Jiang finds out, he will The psychological burden is heavier and it is more difficult to recover.”
Chen Jiaxian is habitually considerate of everyone.
Guan Xi still said: "You can decide how to do this, how to accomplish it, how to communicate and coordinate, and which manpower is needed."
Chen Jiaxian was surprised: "Me? I'm just an intern. I thought I was solely responsible for writing this plan."
Guan Xi said: "You can understand it this way. But if I were you, I would definitely take the opportunity to be the leader of the project."
This was completely beyond Chen Jiaxian's expectations.
Striving to be a project leader?
How to fight for it?
Will she fight for it?
Chen Jiaxian murmured: "Mr. Yu didn't ask me to lead the project."
Guan Xi said matter-of-factly: "Yu Ben hasn't made it clear or thought about your position clearly. You can help him make it clear and think about it clearly."
Guan Xi's eyes clearly read: Do you dare?
There is nothing to be afraid of.
only--
Chen Jiaxian couldn't help but repeat: "Can it still be like this?"
Guan Xi said: "Did he clearly object? As long as he didn't clearly object, it was allowed. It's like, in principle, it can't be done, but it can be done."
Guan Xi's workplace experience reshuffled Chen Jiaxian's thinking.
Chen Jiaxian was completely stunned and asked subconsciously: "What I mean by leading the entire negotiation is that you all listen to me?"
Guan Xi nodded: "Of course. In a sense, if you need Shi Yuan's cooperation, Yu Ben will also find a way to help you find him. If you want to find the media to cooperate with today's ward negotiations, I will even help you find him. Jun Ziyi.”
Chen Jiaxian said: "But you are all leaders."
Guan Xi smiled.
"In the real world, if a person wants to accomplish her goals, she must get as much help as possible. Including leaders." She blinked, "This is upward management. And what you are striving for now -" Guan Xi pointed at Chen Jiaxian's heart, "It's power."
…
that power.
Chen Jiaxian looked at her hands. She opened her fingers and slowly closed them again, feeling her heart beating and blood gurgling.
She was no stranger to what was about to come out of her chest, it was her desire.
Desire, what is it.
Desire is the shadow of power, and power is the entity of desire.
