Chen Jiaxian raised her voice and said, "Mrs. Luo, I want two chickens."
The chickens in the neighborhood's homes are all freshly killed. Mrs. Luo surrounded the charcoal stove with an iron sheet, poured the chicken pieces into the stock pot, and closed the lid. The condiments were soy sauce, chili rings and ginger and scallions. Chen Jiaxian brought a disposable plastic bowl and mixed one portion for Yu Ben first, then gave another portion to Guan Xi, and finally gave it to Pan Qiaomu.
"Charcoal stove chicken pot is a special snack in Xiguan." Chen Jiaxian introduced, "Mrs. Luo once built a shed on the ruins of Chunhua Cinema to sell chicken pot. There were no lights in the shed and there were only two seats. The neighbors liked it. Eating chicken pot with a flashlight. Now Chunhua Cinema is about to be renovated, and she plans to turn the first floor of her house into a charcoal stove chicken pot shop. If we can really attract people here, she can make more money."
The 12-square-meter Tongzilou is so small that it cannot accommodate a round table for a family reunion.
The 12-square-meter tube building is very large and can fully accommodate a woman's strong and wandering life.
There are no windows on the first floor of Tongzi Building, so Luo Tai usually leaves the iron door open to let in some light. Yu Ben followed Chen Jiaxian's gaze and saw traces of damp water on the wall.
In Yuecheng, land is expensive and sunlight is a consumer good.
What she desperately needs is certainly not a facade renovation. What she desperately needs is a better life. But now, due to the advancement of the old renovation project, people have been attracted, and Mrs. Luo's income is also likely to increase.
At this moment, the other three people finally touched the essence of urban renewal: how people can live better. This is never an empty talk, but is something that every resident needs to have a vegetable and a meal.
Yu Ben said sincerely: "Thank you, Chen Jiaxian. This is a very good place to eat. Very good."
Of course. This place and this rhetoric have been deduced many times by Chen Jiaxian. Who wouldn’t be happy to see firsthand the changes that their work brings to people’s lives?
The ability is to be able to flatter people into their hearts.
Chen Jiaxian emphasized her advantages: "After all, I am an Aboriginal, and this is my basic base."
Yu Ben raised his eyes and looked directly at Chen Jiaxian with a pair of dark, sharp pupils: "You are very professional."
Chen Jiaxian smiled slightly.
She lowered her head and squeezed soy sauce for herself, splashing a drop of soy sauce on her clothes. Pan Qiaomu's eyes were already following Chen Jiaxian covertly, so he moved faster than Guan Xi, and he easily pulled a tissue and stuffed it to her.
Guan Xi's hand froze in mid-air: "Pan Qiaomu, you react so quickly."
Chen Jiaxian and Pan Qiaomu both froze for a moment.
Chen Jiaxian took the tissue and wiped it a few times.
Fortunately, Guan Xi didn't notice and took the initiative to cue the topic: "As an aborigine, you are so familiar with Changlefang, so you came to me because you have any thoughts on the AIGC business?"
After the previous conversation, Yu Ben raised his head from the work news and listened carefully.
Yu Ben's phone buzzed and vibrated on the table, but he chose to ignore it for now.
For Yu Ben's level, wherever the attention is, that's where the attention is.
Being able to have dinner with Yu Ben and Pan Qiaomu was an opportunity given by Guan Xi to Chen Jiaxian. But it was Chen Jiaxian's own ability that made Yu Ben spend time listening to her.
Chen Jiaxian sat upright and explained her idea of interviewing Grandma Jin and using the banyan tree as the starting point to show the Changlefang Demonstration Street.
This has nothing to do with AIGC. The children's work content is specific and the ideas are simple.
But the specific work content is not important, the reporting itself is important. Every report is a performance, and every careerist is also a performer of desire. From writing papers to developing small groups, from upward management to helping Jun Ziyi do dirty things, Chen Jiaxian gradually adapted to the rules of the game.
However, there are many people who adapt to the rules of the game, but few who can get help and eat at the same table as the big boss.
Yu Ben listened politely and then nodded. Chen Jiaxian knew that her purpose of attending the dinner party tonight had been achieved, and the spotlight on her could be removed.
The rest of the time, she was silent, helping a few other people to order food, pick up meat, order drinks, and listen to personnel news.
In the workplace, everything is the most important source of information.
Because of Zhou Weiqiang's incident, Sun Jiwen became wary of Pan Qiaomu, and took advantage of the opportunity to reduce costs and increase efficiency, and began to dismantle Pan Qiaomu's team.
Investment promotion is Pan Qiaomu's basic plan, and Sun Jiwen cannot get involved; administration is all trivial and dirty work, and Sun Jiwen despises it. In the end, Sun Jiwen found an excuse to lay off the leader of the operations team, and separated several members of the operations team, including Zhou Ke, from Pan Qiaomu's team and integrated them into the design director's planning team.
Chen Jiaxian remembered that Zhou Ke complained a while ago that due to personnel turmoil, one of the children she relied on the most resigned, and she didn't even have the chance to organize words to stabilize the other party. Zhou Ke had two projects on his hands that suddenly lacked people, and he was so uncomfortable that he had to work overtime every day.
Of course, Pan Qiaomu would not be so naive as to think that he would have a good life after helping Jun Ziyi do dirty work and setting up a trap for Sun Jiwen. Xiang Junziyi proposed to resign and then gave in, he must pay the price.
He is mentally prepared.
Even if times are tough, Pan Qiaomu is still proud and high-spirited. He is always bright, no matter what kind of mud is hidden behind the glamour.
Chen Jiaxian looked at Pan Qiaomu without leaving any trace.
She noticed that Pan Qiaomu mainly chatted and ate very restrainedly, occasionally fishing for some vegetables.
Yu Ben also noticed: "Qiao Mu, are you losing weight?"
Pan Qiaomu glanced at Chen Jiaxian without leaving any trace.
Mrs. Luo happened to be passing by: "It's hot to eat chicken in a hot pot, so go for a run!" Chen Jiaxian translated to several people: "It means that eating chicken in a hot pot will make you sweat a lot, which is better than running in terms of weight loss."
Pan Qiaomu glanced at Chen Jiaxian again.
Pan Qiaomu has indeed lost weight. As he was eating, he took off his coat, revealing the tight-fitting shirt underneath. The lines on his shoulders, neck, arms, waist and abdomen were extremely beautiful.
Chen Jiaxian sat opposite and glanced a few more times unconsciously.
When she lowered her head to reply to a few work messages, she found that Pan Qiaomu had unbuttoned two shirt buttons at some point.
Chen Jiaxian glanced a few more times unconsciously, and then lowered her eyes.
WeChat flashed, and Chen Jiaxian saw the message from Pan Qiaomu.
"May I?"
Chen Jiaxian raised her eyes and looked directly into Pan Qiaomu's light pupils.
Guan Xi and Yu Ben were discussing a plan, while Pan Qiaomu's slender fingers were holding the cup, and under the cover of the water cup, his peach blossom eyes were looking at her unblinkingly.
One more shirt button was unbuttoned than before.
His shoulders are flat and broad. At this moment, Chen Jiaxian felt the heat in her body. The heat slowly rises, bringing about deep fluctuations in emotions, as if there is a sea of water in the body, and the tide suddenly rises due to the pull.
She did not avoid Pan Qiaomu's gaze and tilted her head slightly.
Then Pan Qiaomu's news came in again: "Saturday?"
Chen Jiaxian replied: "Next week. I have a date this Saturday."
Pan Qiaomu's face was visibly stiff.
He put down the glass in his hand, angrily typed a lot of words, then deleted them, typed a lot more words, and then deleted them again.
After a long time, he sent a message without expression: "Oh. Have fun."
