Chen Jiaxian stood on the subway and answered the phone.
Pan Qiaomu's first sentence was: "What do you mean?"
Chen Jiaxian looked at herself reflected in the subway glass: "What do you mean?"
Pan Qiaomu chuckled angrily: "Money, you pay me back. Our relationship - you give me money."
Chen Jiaxian faced the dark reflective glass and touched the hives on her collarbone with her fingertips: "What is our relationship?"
Pan Qiaomu couldn't maintain his composure and showed some irritation: "What do we have to do with each other? What do we have to do with each other?"
Chen Jiaxian retracted her fingertips. The hives on my chest have completely subsided, leaving only a few traces of scratches.
Is it because desires are satisfied and suppressed emotions are finally released?
The boiling like fire finally subsided, and she finally felt the long-lost peace.
Chen Jiaxian looked at herself reflected in the glass and said slowly: "We are just satisfying each other's desires, aren't we? What does this have to do with relationships?"
The man on the other side of the receiver was silent for a long time because of shock.
The subway whistled sharply as it passed through the dark underground. In the dead silence on both sides of the microphone, Chen Jiaxian said: "You have to complicate simple things, is it necessary?"
…
Desire, what is it.
At this moment, Pan Qiaomu had never thought about what desire was or why he had such a desire. All he knew was that he was going to be pissed to death.
After hanging up the phone and looking at the carton with red wine glasses on the passenger side, he couldn't help but punch the steering wheel.
what is this? !
Is this Generation Z feminists rectifying outdated men? She just slept with him?
He thought she was treating him as a toy, but he was still a little toy? !
The car merged into the colorful traffic and was stuck on the road, unable to move. Slowly, Pan Qiaomu squeezed the steering wheel, looking ugly, falling into internal friction and self-doubt.
Is she dissatisfied with him?
Even if he didn't perform well, she should give him another chance!
We are all so familiar with each other, right?
Tired of it after just one time?
Pan Qiaomu turned the car around expressionlessly and went to the gym instead. He stayed in the strength area for an hour and spent another two hours in the aerobic area.
When he got home, he passed by the importer's supermarket again. He went in and bought a box of mixed vegetables and only ate two leaves for dinner.
…
Chen Jiaxian leaned on the subway, opened the collaborative office, first pushed the resume that Song Zhuo gave her last night to Zhou Yixing, then checked the work messages and replied to them one by one.
She hadn't fully recovered yet and soon began to tire.
Chen Jiaxian quit the collaborative office, opened WeChat, and clicked on Moments. She saw Wang Qian sending a photo of the jellycat counter with a tearful emoticon: "Why are Qianqiao sold out again?"
Zhou Yixing commented: "Come on next time."
Chen Jiaxian thought of the eggplant doll that Pan Qiaomu stuffed for her, and was a little puzzled.
Is this the latest fad?
She scrolled down again and saw the photo of the eggplant doll that Zhou Yixing had sent that morning. The eggplant in the photo is exactly the same as the one on her hand.
Chen Jiaxian was stunned.
Mom's little princess?
She immediately opened her mother's dialog box - and sure enough, her mother's messages were blocked.
Who blocked it and why he sent a stuffed eggplant? Perhaps the reason is clear at a glance.
Chen Jiaxian looked at the phone and slowly smiled.
How could he think that she would be hurt and in pain for such a trivial comparison.
What she wants, she will take the initiative to get it herself, and she does not need to rely on people to occasionally show kindness like feeding a stray cat on the roadside.
She doesn't need anyone's sympathy.
She wouldn't thank him for it.
It is even less possible to fall in love with him because of this.
…
At night, Pan Qiaomu looked at the room that was so clean that there was no trace of another person. Chen Jiaxian even sprayed the room with his usual perfume, so that not even a trace of her scent was left behind.
Pan Qiaomu lay on the bed, reached out and grabbed the stuffed eggplant beside the pillow, and squeezed it.
He opened the dialog box with Chen Jiaxian, entered a few words, and deleted them.
He logged out of WeChat, checked the collaborative office software, and found that his resignation process was still stuck with Jun Ziyi, and the status was still "read."
…
Jun Ziyi had no intention of letting Pan Qiaomu go.
The industry as a whole is in decline, Yongda Group is in a delicate situation, the old president is in poor health, the group is forming cliques, and the future is full of variables and unknowns. Such a whirlpool is undoubtedly a disaster for most people, but for Jun Ziyi, who is eager to go further, it is an excellent opportunity to shatter the glass ceiling.
She needed to get as much help as possible.
"What are you going to do?" After talking about business, Hu Yu asked Pan Qiaomu.
Jun Ziyi was sitting in Huaxing Tea Restaurant, cutting butter and toast with a knife: "Kapan Qiaomu's competition agreement does not allow him to work in this industry or professional track within two years."
Hu Yu used a fork to poke open the leaking milk, and the condensed milk flowed from the bread: "If you don't work for two years, Pan Qiaomu will be useless. What conditions are you going to give him in the past two years?"
Jun Ziyi said: "According to the upper limit of industry standards, he will be paid 45% of his monthly salary based on his current tax salary standard for two consecutive years."
Hu Yu said: "If he is determined to leave, he can use his English name to join the company. There are many ways to circumvent the non-competition agreement. Or he can simply change careers."
Jun Ziyi seemed to be talking about the weather: "I will sue him immediately. The lawsuit will drag on for at least a year and a half. He can't afford it and can't get away."
Hu Yu nodded: "It's a very practical method. However, if it comes to this, your relationship will be ugly."
Jun Ziyi stirred the Hong Kong-style frozen mandarin duck and smiled: "A good-looking relationship? Is it necessary? I'm here to work. He just needs to continue working for me."
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The next day, Pan Qiaomu's resignation application was still stuck with Jun Ziyi.
In the afternoon, Pan Qiaomu drove to Yuecheng Company and found Jun Ziyi: "Sister Ziyi."
Jun Ziyi looked at Pan Qiaomu: "I hope you think clearly."
Pan Qiaomu lowered his eyes and said frankly: "I'm sorry, Sister Ziyi, I've thought about it clearly. I was too impulsive. Can you type this resignation letter back to me?"
Before Jun Ziyi could use all kinds of methods, Pan Qiaomu gave in, which surprised her.
But then she thought that this was fine, there was no need to use a non-compete agreement to break up the relationship.
Jun Ziyi happily typed her resignation letter back to him, and Pan Qiaomu destroyed the process.
"That's right." Jun Ziyi turned around.
Pan Qiaomu sat at the table and raised his head: "Do you have any more questions?"
Jun Ziyi walked back to the conference room, stood in front of the table, and lowered her delicate and beautiful face condescendingly. She pulled out the big red award envelope with "Congratulations" printed on it from the folder and put it lightly into Pan Qiaomu's hand.
"It's yours, it's always yours." Jun Ziyi smiled, "Congratulations, winner of the President's Award of the Year."
Pan Qiaomu took the envelope and looked at the time: "It's noon. Let's have a working dinner together?"
Jun Ziyi nodded.
While waiting for the elevator, Adonis sent a few hotels over: "Look at these, I'll help you make an appointment."
Pan Qiaomu replied: "I won't get married."
Adonis typed "?" slowly.
Pan Qiaomu: "Don't ask."
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Standing in the elevator, Pan Qiaomu looked at the red envelope in his hand. This is a reward that Jun Ziyi gives to "his own people". He is not naive, and of course he will not think that Jun Ziyi helps him win this award to reward his work ability.
Xu Yucong left Jun Ziyi a middle-level manager in the digital business named Zhou Weiqiang. After Xu Yucong left, Zhou Weiqiang was in an awkward situation. Obviously, Jun Ziyi wanted her confidant to sit in this seat, but Yang Zhi, the personnel director, was watching from the side, and Jun Ziyi could not do anything. Moreover, Shi Yuan and Jun Ziyi had obviously had a game before, so Zhou Weiqiang tried his best to get closer to Shi Yuan.
A loyal henchman does the boss's dirty work. Pan Qiaomu looked at his hands.
Wanted to leave, but regretted it. How could he not pay the price?
Holding the tea cup with this hand, Pan Qiaomu asked Jun Ziyi jokingly: "Isn't it very popular to 'lie down' now? I think Zhou Weiqiang's work this week is very pale. Is he lying down?"
Jun Ziyi took a sip of tea: "He is responsible for digital operations, and the small influencers on your project will be under his control. It is still in the initial stage."
Little internet celebrity.
Chen Jiaxian.
Pan Qiaomu paused for a moment, and then asked: "What can I do on my own? Why doesn't he contact some operations teams? Or is there no partner to contact at the moment?"
Jun Ziyi said: "I only look at the results."
Pan Qiaomu understood. He drank the tea in the cup with a smile: "I understand."
After returning, Pan Qiaomu made a few phone calls and then fell into deep thought again.
Jun Ziyi wants to kick Zhou Weiqiang away, so of course he can help save the game. But I still need a clue. Where can I find it?
