Pan Qiaomu didn't say a word, and looked at Sun Jiwen with peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. The expensive shirt shone with the soft luster of the fabric.
Sun Jiwen said to Guan Xi again: "I checked your expense reimbursement. Do you know how much money you spend on maintaining relationships with front-line reporters? What do front-line reporters have to maintain? Have you ever thought about it, is this money worth spending? ?"
Guan Xi wisely remained silent.
Sun Jiwen threw a piece of paper in front of Guan Xi.
Guan Xi reached out to take it and glanced down at it. Sun Jiwen used a black marker to make a big cross on the entire media expense report form.
Sun Jiwen said: "From today on, we will no longer pay entertainment fees for front-line reporters to write articles. I have connections with newspaper leaders. From now on, we will only publicize newspaper leaders. The leaders will not let front-line reporters write, and front-line reporters dare not write."
Guan Xi said: "The pen is in the hands of front-line reporters. Some news is difficult to press down. There are many reporters, one person and two backbones."
Sun Jiwen said disdainfully: "The backbone? A group of grassroots typists write some innocuous praises every day. They dare to write even if the leaders don't allow it? Since Chen Yongzhou was sentenced, who dares to talk nonsense? We must start from above. Go down and hold on to the leaders. Are you still afraid that you won't be able to control those reporters? Do you think the leaders don't review manuscripts? Can you set your sights higher?"
Guan Xi leaned back in his chair, with an imperceptible smile on his cold face: "Okay, I'll go back and modify the expense budget. What about the remaining shopping cards?"
Sun Jiwen said: "These solutions - do you need me to make decisions on such small things?! You have to think clearly on your own! Write a plan and an explanation and show it to me."
Of course Sun Jiwen had no idea. Sun Jiwen only makes decisions. Pan Qiaomu wanted to say that a dog placed in Sun Jiwen's position, with a capable team, could be promoted, but he held back.
Guan Xi said: "Okay."
…
Sun Jiwen's scolding voice came from the closed office door.
In the tea room.
Chen Jiaxian looked at the source of the sound slightly worriedly.
Pan Qiaomu's assistant, Han Fang, came over and turned on the faucet to wash the cup: "What are you looking at?"
Chen Jiaxian lowered her voice: "What are they arguing about?"
Han Fang walked to the coffee machine and stretched out his hand to Chen Jiaxian naturally. Before Chen Jiaxian could react, the cup was already in Han Fang's hand.
He raised his cup: "What concentration?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "2."
Han Fang pressed the grinding button: "...It's just a scolding. It's such a normal thing, no one will take it seriously. Add sugar?"
Chen Jiaxian shook her head: "Thank you."
She took the coffee cup, but Han Fang showed no intention of turning around and leaving. The young assistants recruited by Yuecheng Company are generally highly educated and good-looking. He is very tall and has traces of sunlight on his skin.
Han Fang looked at Chen Jiaxian and sincerely praised: "You are so good-looking."
Chen Jiaxian was surprised: "Huh?"
Han Fang gestured to his forehead: "You combed your bangs up. They look good."
Chen Jiaxian said "uh": "Then, thank you?"
Han Fang laughed, unbuttoned his suit with one hand, and leaned against the kitchen counter: "You're welcome. Do you want to go out together on the weekend?" He gestured enthusiastically, "Let's go skiing."
Chen Jiaxian was stunned for a moment: "I don't know how to ski."
Han Fang smiled at Chen Jiaxian: "It's very simple, I'll teach you. Or what do you like? Skateboarding? Let's go to the skateboard park?"
Chen Jiaxian was a little surprised.
Han Fang nodded and said to Chen Jiaxian calmly: "How about it, would you consider dating me? It's very interesting."
So direct?
Chen Jiaxian was taken aback and said subconsciously: "Zhuoxiu does not allow internal employees to fall in love."
Han Fang said sincerely: "You are too nervous. Who said you have to fall in love to have fun? Isn't it better to just let things take their own course? Besides - don't you want to try me? I'm easy to use."
Use him?
Chen Jiaxian looked at his tall and clean figure, thought for a long time, and smiled.
"Okay." She said slowly.
…
Pan Qiaomu returned to the office. Han Fang came in with his computer in his arms and confirmed his work arrangements with him. Finally, he said, "Brother Qiaomu, I plan to go on a date one day this weekend. Do you have any work arrangements for these two days?"
After Pan Qiaomu confirmed that he had no business trip plans, he waved his hand: "I know, let's go."
Han Fang said: "Then let's do it on Saturday. I may not be able to reply to work messages in time on Saturday. Brother Qiao Mu, please forgive me."
Pan Qiaomu smiled and reminded him: "My only request to you is not to date colleagues. Zhuoxiu does not allow internal employees to fall in love, especially in positions involving resource replacement."
Han Fang said casually: "This rule is going to change."
Pan Qiaomu agreed: "Yes, wherever there is a conflict between work and love, we both have professional ethics."
Han Fang continued: "It should be changed to Zhuoxiu not allowing internal employees to get married." He said seriously, "This is more rigorous. Dating is dating, falling in love is falling in love, and getting married is not the same thing. How can this be done? It’s just a mix-up.”
Pan Qiaomu was a little shocked: "Huh?"
Han Fang said: "Dating should be with someone who is happy, falling in love with someone who is compatible, and getting married with someone who is the right match. How can things with completely different target users overlap?"
Pan Qiaomu's face was full of excitement.
He picked up the iced coffee and took a heavy sip: "So that's what you think? But when you get along with others, emotions are all mixed together, how can you possibly tell them apart? Or is it because the soul fades away from love, so Does finance take up the majority of love?"
Han Fang didn't think much about who "you" meant.
Han Fang said: "The soul is an illusory thing, and it is really boring to be in the same family. Only happiness can be controlled, so I only pursue happiness. Zhuoxiu prohibits falling in love, but doesn't prohibit dating?"
Pan Qiaomu couldn't help but said: "Can you catch a girl with your attitude?"
Han Fang smiled: "Why can't girls pursue happiness? Girls have to abide by enough rules. They live in the cracks every day, and I feel tired for them. Do they have to be tight and painfully responsible?"
Pan Qiaomu said: "You quite understand?"
Han Fang proudly said: "Of course. Service spirit is the most important thing. It's a pleasure to date me. I manage my figure carefully, I'm generous, and my service attitude is first-rate. Everyone who has used it says it's good!"
Everyone who has used it says it's good.
Pan Qiaomu choked on his coffee and coughed until his face turned red.
…
In the evening, Chen Jiaxian took a few people to the Changlefang aboriginal home to eat charcoal-stove chicken pot.
The neighbor's surname is Luo, and she is called Mrs. Luo. The name is elegant, but the person is not elegant at all. His gray hair is cut extremely short. He is bending over and carrying a carbon basin with a pair of black gloves.
Seeing that the charcoal was not burning, she poked it several times with her bare hands, causing gray ash to float high.
When she met Chen Jiaxian, she said loudly: "Here, here, come here with your butt!" (Sit over here with your butt)
...What exactly is Yueyunfenghua?
However, the other people couldn't understand. Yu Ben turned around and asked Chen Jiaxian: "What do you mean?"
Chen Jiaxian paused suspiciously: "He's inviting us to sit over there."
Guan Xi smiled and said nothing.
Mrs. Luo's Tongzi Tower is located behind Grandma Jin's Tongzi Tower, crookedly sandwiched between Chunhua Cinema and a big banyan tree. The Tongzi Tower has four floors in total, each floor is only about 12 square meters.
She propped up the square table under the banyan tree in a familiar manner. Pan Qiaomu followed. Mrs. Luo turned around and said, "Hey, you mother, come and follow me." (Don't fucking follow me)
Pan Qiaomu stopped and touched his nose. Chen Jiaxian explained to him: "Mrs. Luo's husband died young, and she raised a pair of children with great difficulty. A few years ago, her son died in a car accident, and her daughter also died due to the epidemic at the beginning of this year. Mrs. Luo is used to being tough and speaks harshly. But she actually meant no harm."
Pan Qiaomu stared at her for a long time and sneered: "So you can explain it too?"
Chen Jiaxian refuses to communicate with crazy people everywhere.
Mrs. Luo quickly pulled over four chairs, threw the frames on the ground, patted them one by one with a rag, and then motioned for everyone to sit down.
"But she doesn't look sad," Yu Ben said.
Chen Jiaxian said: "It is more important to live than to be sad."
Several people were silent for a while. Mrs. Luo was wearing rubber boots and striding away to clean up the charcoal pile on the ground, busy inside and outside. She moves swiftly, looks fierce, and is not easy to mess with. She has a vitality like a weed.
She can bear no matter how many scars she gets, she doesn't need to be liked, let alone pitied.
