Yu Ben sat at the table, thought about it, and finally called Guan Xi.
Guan Xi told Yu Ben: "Grandma Jin made the decision and picked a time for me, my mother, and Grandma Jin to sit down together and talk about my mother's pension issues. Grandma Jin raised three issues. One is that I have to help my mother make up for it. Pay social security; second, my mother must go to the hospital for psychological treatment - every time I proposed psychological treatment in the past, she thought I was treating her as a lunatic - Grandma Jin convinced my mother; third, my mother must find a job in Shenyang , you can also be a volunteer, even if I give her money, she has to find something to do. Oh, Grandma Jin will also find a few neighbors to bear witness."
Yu Ben sighed: "Grandma Jin is very good at handling problems. So have you reconciled?"
Guan Xi was silent for a long time and then said: "My mother treats me both good and bad. I can't pretend to forgive her, but I can't deny that she loves me. So, it doesn't matter whether we reconcile or not, she is still my mother. I am still her daughter. Over the course of seventy years of life, the pain will eventually be diluted."
Yu Ben said "Yeah" and then said: "But I think you seem to have become more relaxed?"
Guan Xi admitted: "Yes, I am used to taking exams. I always want to find a correct explanation, which makes me very nervous. Now I know, it doesn't matter if the question is left there. I plan to have a good sleep."
This analogy made Yu Ben amused: "Where are the problems left alone?"
Guan Xi hesitated: "Are you urging me on Changlefang's plan?"
Yu Ben tried to make his voice sound as professional and cold as ever: "Yes. Yes. Give it a few days. Please follow the emergency."
The two were silent for a moment.
Yu Ben knew that Guan Xi didn't want to discuss household matters with others. He said: "There will be Mid-Autumn Festival activities tomorrow morning, you go to bed early. Goodbye."
Guan Xi said politely: "Goodbye."
Yu Ben pressed the phone.
…
Yu Ben opened his laptop and called up the Zhuoxiu Group's employee management rules to take a closer look. It is written clearly and in black and white:
Internal employees are prohibited from falling in love.
Yu Ben moved the mouse to the "×" in the upper left corner and closed the document.
He has been working at Zhuoxiu since he graduated from undergraduate degree and is very aware of this rule.
So he couldn't figure out why he took out the management code and read it again.
As for the meaning of the behavior itself, he refused to analyze the reasons.
…
The conflict between Guan Xi and his mother was just an insignificant splash, disappearing into the night.
That night, Chen Jiaxian spent half the night at the venue watching the workers setting up the exhibition, and half the night lying on the dormitory bed tossing and turning, barely sleeping, but not feeling sleepy at all.
When she arrived early in the morning on the first day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, the event venue had just been connected to the electricity supply.
The moment the huge Mid-Autumn Festival full moon lantern was lit, Chen Jiaxian raised her head and was in a daze for a while.
This is her first event as a person in charge.
The moment the light illuminated his face, all the emotions caused by the prevarication disappeared. Chen Jiaxian never knew that when ideals are realized, they can be so beautiful, so dreamy, and so shocking.
This is the result of her work.
She was extremely excited.
The entire industry is in decline, and individual efforts are like a mayfly in the overall decline of Zhuoxiu Group. Amid the tide of layoffs and unemployment, Chen Jiaxian struggled against the tide and obtained a unique and small opportunity.
…
In order to promote the upcoming reconstruction of Chunhua Cinema, the theme of this digital capsule exhibition has finally been determined as:
“Old city, new vitality”
After going round and round, the event originally planned by Chen Jiaxian for the aboriginal people was actually realized in a subtle and strange balanced way with the pull of many parties.
Young people were crowded in front of large and small booths and in front of the ambient lights for taking photos. Everyone's face under the colorful lights looked young and excited.
Pan Qiaomu specially found the Yuecheng Douyin Marketing Department for linkage. Douyin organized dozens of small Internet celebrities to live broadcast tours, and content related to "culture" would receive traffic tilt; Guan Xi even used his personal relationships to invite Dozens of inheritors of intangible cultural heritage have brought out heavyweight works on site. After their debut, they will be auctioned online in the live broadcast room.
Boss Xiong and his friends invited a famous internet celebrity. The internet celebrity brought his own photography team and shot countless flashlights at her, which helped Chen Jiaxian save an extra amount of publicity expenses.
Chen Jiaxian turned several corners before finding the "Old City" exhibition area at the end of the exhibition.
This exhibition area is small and somewhat rough, and not many people come here. It is far away from the excitement. On the wall are old photos that Guan Xi collected from Zhou Ji Tea House.
She listened to the music and noise in the distance and looked at the land that gave birth to her.
Restoration and relocation.
The land is the mother of the Chinese people, and Xiguan is her mother.
She burst into tears in front of this land.
She once thought that work meant one difficulty after another, and she would rely on her personal efforts to overcome one difficulty after another. Like a hurdler, she would overcome difficulties, achieve her goals, and receive flowers and applause.
However, it is not.
The hurdler standing on the field has no chance of taking her turn, and the direction of life is not a straight track.
Working doesn't mean she can find her "self."
There was no set path for her to follow. She must make her own way, even if she stumbles and is covered in blood.
There were footsteps coming from behind.
Chen Jiaxian quickly wiped away her tears.
…
Pan Qiaomu ran into Chen Jiaxian in the side hall.
He was wearing a gray plaid suit today, revealing a straight corner of his dark blue shirt collar, and there was no dust on his leather shoes.
At this moment, Chen Jiaxian was sitting on the ground with her computer in her arms, her back leaning against the wall, her black pants stained with white dust, and one of her legs curled up as a fulcrum for the computer.
As the first person in charge, she is more like an old woman who handles trivial matters from all parties, receiving event photos and on-site feedback from all ports, and organizing them into event reports. Tomorrow, she will collect all media releases about this event within 24 hours, compile them into a public relations report, and submit it to the entire leadership of the Yuecheng branch.
During this period of time, Pan Qiaomu deliberately avoided Chen Jiaxian, but now, the two of them collided head-on, and there was no way to avoid it.
"How long have you been awake?" Pan Qiaomu looked at Chen Jiaxian's dark circles and found a topic.
Chen Jiaxian said perfunctorily: "I must have slept for two hours."
Pan Qiaomu didn't say anything about "sleep more". The price of becoming an elite is often sacrificing sleep. The glory is for outsiders to see, and the embarrassment is all for oneself.
The truth is, she doesn't get enough sleep, and neither does he.
Pan Qiaomu leaned against the wall and hugged his chest: "If this event is successfully completed, your performance with the boss will be stable."
Chen Jiaxian wanted to say that the biggest difficulties were all overcome by you, and this performance has little to do with her personally. But this performance does indeed belong to her, so worrying about whether to be satisfied or not sounds a lot like the pretentiousness or arrogance of someone with vested interests.
So Chen Jiaxian said: "Thank you."
Pan Qiaomu said: "I know what you are thinking, but it makes no sense. Our project is a community of interests. Help me, help you. It is convenient for you and it is convenient for me."
Chen Jiaxian knew that all her thoughts were written on her face. She hasn't learned to hide her emotions yet.
Pan Qiaomu asked again: "When will your internship contract be signed?
Chen Jiaxian closed the computer: "It's due next month."
Pan Qiaomu nodded, as if he was just concerned about the newcomer's routine, and did not confront her like he had in the past few days. When he looked at her, his amber peach blossom eyes were emotionally distant.
