He glanced at Guan Jiao, who also stared at the small umbrella.
He heard Guan Xi say: "Yuben, our arcade street should have some other colors."
Yu Ben heard himself ask: "What color?"
Guan Xi said: "Green."
Yu Ben turned away: "For example?"
Guan Xuan gestured: "Banyan tree. Big crown, old green leaves. When the weather is just right, when people sit under the tree to eat, the leaves of the banyan tree will fall into the bowls."
Yu Bi's first reaction was: What kind of idealistic nonsense is she talking about again.
He didn't speak.
Guan Xi said: "Insert greenery in the gaps between buildings. When renovating, pay attention to leaving space for plants to grow in people's living places, so that such blocks can have warmth."
She thought about it and further explained her idea: large trees can be planted in the area planned as a green space. Various green plants are actively planted in the vestibule where the building meets the street, and greening, small squares, small landscapes, and sculptures are implanted. Integrate some unique Lingnan elements and symbols into the space to highlight the old city style.
Yu Ben listened attentively.
He thought he would resist, but in the reflection of the glass, he saw the corners of his lips rising slightly.
Immediately afterwards, he heard Guan Xi say: "...Thank you. No matter how much you question, in fact, you are supporting me with practical actions."
The smile was replaced by astonishment, the tips of Yu Ben's ears turned red, and his eyes widened.
What a shameless and self-righteous statement!
Yu Ben said forcefully: "Because I am dedicated to my work."
…
Chen Jiaxian found Zhou Yixing, put a sullen face on a cup of wedding tea in front of Zhou Yixing: "I made an appointment with you, but you haven't agreed yet."
Zhou Yixing snorted and took the milk tea: "Oh. Haha. I didn't see it."
Chen Jiaxian looked at the sky and said, "Hurry up and agree."
Zhou Yixing looked at him and said, "Why are you urging me? It's really annoying."
Neither of them apologized, and walked into the small conference room holding the computer together.
The project secretary printed the materials and poured two glasses of water over. Chen Jiaxian glanced at her: "Thank you."
What is the name of the project secretary?
It's a pity that Chen Jiaxian didn't think of it.
After the project secretary went out, Chen Jiaxian asked Zhou Yixing: "What is the name of the project secretary? I remember her surname is Xu?"
Zhou Yixing asked back: "I only have 30 minutes. Do you want to discuss the name of the project secretary with me? Is it necessary?"
Chen Jiaxian said "Ah".
Zhou Yixing whispered: "The fourth round of layoffs will be completed after the Spring Festival. The project secretary position and administrative position will be merged. She will be laid off soon. You don't need to get too close to her."
Chen Jiaxian was speechless.
After a while, she asked Zhou Yixing: "By the way, Song Zhuo, whom I recommended to you before - she just became a little popular on Douyin. She is really good, tenacious, and dares to fight and break through."
Zhou Yixing said after a long time: "Chen Jiaxian, are you stupid?"
Chen Jiaxian was stunned.
Zhou Yixing lowered his voice angrily: "That Song Zhuo has a higher education than you, is only two years older than you, and has more Douyin fans than you. If I hadn't withheld her resume, once her resume entered the talent pool, she would You will definitely get the chance to interview - you two hit each other! Let me ask you, are you stable in your current position? If she comes in, what will happen to you? If there are more layoffs, you guess she will be laid off who?"
Chen Jiaxian said "ah" again.
Zhou Yixing said rudely: "Chen Jiaxian, you can't save anyone. You take care of yourself first, okay? If our performance is not up to standard, the next round of layoffs will fall on you and me."
Chen Jiaxian was silent for a long time and said, "I understand."
…
Coming out of the conference room, Chen Jiaxian opened WeChat.
Song Zhuo sent her a message: "Miss, is there any information on my recommended resume?"
Chen Jiaxian lowered her eyes and stared at the message, pressing her fingers on the keyboard, not knowing how to reply.
Zhou Yi walked over, slapped Song Zhuo's resume on her desk with the back side up, and lowered his voice to warn: "Don't be too naive! The workplace is not a fair place, please be clearer!"
Chen Jiaxian pursed her lips, did not reply, and exited WeChat.
In the afternoon, Chen Jiaxian's cell phone vibrated.
After more than ten minutes, she had time to take a look:
Wages are recorded.
Even after deducting taxes and five social insurances and one housing fund, the amount is still five figures.
Chen Jiaxian stared at the salary amount for a long time.
At six o'clock in the evening, Chen Jiaxian deliberately emptied her bag, ran to the cash machine next to the company with the empty bag, stared at the screen hungrily, and withdrew 10,000 yuan in cash.
She thought ten thousand yuan could fill her bag. Unexpectedly, 10,000 yuan was only a thin bundle that could fit in an envelope. She firmly grasped the wad of cash, stuffed it into the desk drawer, and stroked it repeatedly.
Song Zhuo sent another WeChat message: "I'm sorry, Miss, I may be disturbing you, but I want to know the progress of the internal promotion of my resume. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Chen Jiaxian's eyes fell on the envelope containing cash. It was her salary, her survival, her future.
"By the way, did you know?" Someone chatted beside him, "Guan Xi's new assistant arrived today. He has a master's degree from the Chinese University of Hong Kong."
"What a top student," another person said.
"Public relations. Three highs: high education, good looks, and high emotional intelligence."
Chen Jiaxian lowered her eyes and looked at Song Zhuo's resume - it was placed on her desk.
…
People always have to learn to say goodbye.
Chen Jiaxian picked up Song Zhuo's resume, walked aside, stayed in a daze for 10 seconds, and then stuffed it into the shredder.
In the blink of an eye, this thick resume turned into long and thin strips of shredded paper, which fell into the cardboard box next to the shredder and got mixed up with other messy pieces of paper.
Chen Jiaxian stared at the scraps of paper in the cardboard box. These scraps of paper undoubtedly mocked her despicable cowardice and stung her eyes.
Five minutes later, Chen Jiaxian squeezed her trembling hands, leaned down expressionlessly, and gathered up the handful of scraps of paper.
…
She went into the toilet.
Flush the scrap of paper down the toilet without hesitation.
She knew exactly what she was doing. She makes no excuses for her actions and has no regrets.
…
The toilet flushed with a buzzing sound, and it was blocked, and water came up.
Chen Jiaxian walked to the small desk next to the busy aisle and knocked on the edge of the table: "Hello, project secretary." She didn't even raise her head as she replied to work messages and said, "The toilet is blocked, please go and report it for repair. "
She didn't have the energy or time to pay attention to the name of the project secretary.
She gave up on remembering the project secretary's name.
