Jun Ziyi's last game has yet to end. Zhuoxiu's own private club had everything. At 9:30 pm, the sound of KTV singing came from the box.
Waiters outside come and go.
At 9:50, Chen Jiaxian closed her computer and sat in silence with Zhou Yixing, too tired to say a word.
A group of people listened to the singing in the box, their mouths were dry from eating snacks, they couldn't drink water, and they looked at each other in confusion.
Someone started making a video with the child: "The baby goes to bed first, and the mother will sleep later."
"Have you finished one set of rolling papers? ... No, you have to do another set, but you can rest for 10 minutes now."
Zhou Yixing pulled out a small mirror, yawned, and checked his eye makeup.
After waiting for another half hour, at 10:20, Jun Ziyi finally arrived. She said briskly: "Are you tired? Go in and have a toast, then go home and rest."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The door of the box opened, and the light of the bright crystal lamp spread softly. Pan Qiaomu was standing under the crystal lamp holding a wine glass, chatting with others. He smiled, his handsome face sparkled, and his amber pupils also sparkling with light.
His face turned slightly and he suddenly met Chen Jiaxian's eyes who were mixed in the crowd.
Chen Jiaxian was walking towards the box with a wine glass when she was grabbed by someone unexpectedly.
In the crowd, Shi Yuan's first secretary lowered his voice and looked at her with a frown: "Is this what you're wearing?"
Chen Jiaxian was startled. Before she could react, she was pushed out of the box by the secretary.
No one except Pan Qiaomu saw such a small movement. Chen Jiaxian is just the most insignificant little splash in the crowd. She was pushed back two steps and exited the splendid box door. She looked down at the rough and cheap black suit she was wearing, and then looked up at the expensive-looking young elites inside the gate.
Zhou Yixing smiled and raised a glass inside the door. The diamond jewelry beside his ear dangled a little halo, which fell into Chen Jiaxian's eyes.
She saw the secretary frowning and winking at her again, looking in the direction of the back door.
Chen Jiaxian is really tired. She walked a long way and waited for a long time, but at this moment, she had no choice but to turn around, open the back door, and walk down the stairs step by step.
The evening breeze is a bit cold.
The outstanding club is located in the CBD, where land is extremely valuable. It is surrounded by towering and spectacular lights at night, and there are endless beautiful buildings. Chen Jiaxian walked out from the back door and stood on the clean and spacious roadside.
Huge city, tiny shadow.
She took a deep breath and let out a slow breath.
It was the rush hour for overtime workers in the CBD. She couldn't get a taxi, so she had to run to the nearest subway station, wait in a long line, and catch the last subway. It took her an hour and a half to get home.
…
As usual, Zhuoxiu's staff left at half past ten, leaving a group of girls brought by Mamasang in the box. Pan Qiaomu walked out of the splendid box door, beckoned Mamasang to come over, gave instructions in a low voice, took out a wad of cash from his wallet and handed it to him.
Immediately, he methodically arranged the schedule of several groups of people from tonight to tomorrow morning, and reminded the Korean side to keep an eye on the driver and not to keep the distinguished person at the top of the pyramid waiting.
"Mr. Shi." He turned around.
Shi Yuan nodded, and then said to him: "Congratulations, winner of the President's Award of the Year."
A flawless smile appeared on Pan Qiaomu's face: "I will do a good job, Mr. Shi."
Shi Yuan said "hmm" and suddenly said to Pan Qiaomu: "What do you think of Jun Ziyi?"
Pan Qiaomu was startled, his eyes flickered, and his peach blossom eyes turned to Shi Yuan's face with a smile but not a smile, and he remained silent.
After a while, Shi Yuan tugged on his tie with one hand and said, "Do you think it's difficult to sit in the CEO's office?"
Is Shi Yuan recruiting him?
Pan Qiaomu's heart was filled with turmoil, but his face maintained a consistent expression and remained silent.
Shi Yuan smiled meaningfully: "How old are you? 28 years old? You are a little younger, but your qualifications and education are sufficient. Overtaking in corners has never depended on strength, but luck. Do you agree? You are good. Think about it, don’t rush to answer me.”
After saying that, he turned and left. Pan Qiaomu followed Shi Yuan, maintaining a distance of one and a half steps: "Mr. Shi, take Fortune Avenue from the left to your home. There is no need to go around. The journey is almost 2 minutes. I have arranged for Lao Zhou to wait in Area B."
Lao Zhou was the driver assigned by the company to Shi Yuan, and he was waiting outside the car door. Seeing Shi Yuan, he bowed far away and opened the back door.
Shi Yuan raised his thin face and handed Lao Zhou an envelope in front of Pan Qiaomu. Lao Zhou squeezed it and looked up at Shi Yuan.
Inside is a wad of banknotes.
Shi Yuan told him: "You go to Jun Ziyi to apply for job transfer tomorrow, and you can drive for her. I don't need you to drive for me anymore."
Pan Qiaomu took four or five steps back, turned his back and put on his Bluetooth headset without saying a word.
Lao Zhou's face turned pale: "Mr. Shi."
Shi Yuan looked indifferent: "After all, you are under the management of the general office, and the general office pays you a salary, so I can understand that you report my whereabouts to Jun Ziyi. But Yuecheng Company does not belong to Jun Ziyi, and Jun Ziyi cannot force me to use You, can you understand?"
Lao Zhou moved his lips and was speechless. Pan Qiaomu stepped forward and held the car door: "Mr. Shi, I'll see you off."
Shi Yuan got on the car expressionlessly.
Pan Qiaomu looked at Lao Zhou deeply: "You'd better know what you should say and what you shouldn't say."
Jun Ziyi knew it, but she couldn't explain it clearly.
Or, Shi Yuan made the move to recruit Pan Qiaomu in front of outsiders, intending to make Pan Qiaomu suspicious of Jun Ziyi.
No matter what Shi Yuan thought or how sincere he was, Pan Qiaomu had no right to refuse.
Lao Zhou nodded: "I will not mention a word about you to Mr. Jun."
Everyone in the workplace tells lies, and Pan Qiaomu doesn't believe Lao Zhou's promise. But he nodded and drove the car.
The black car slid into the night.
…
The next day, Jun Ziyi went to Changlefang to hold a digital business meeting, and Pan Qiaomu attended with a calm expression.
At the meeting, Junziyi announced that it would invest part of its public relations funds to promote the demonstration street on new media, increase the "Internet celebrity effect", strengthen support for Changlefang's own Internet celebrities, and combine it with the live broadcast model.
This work will be led and supported by Sun Jiwen, the public relations director on the project.
My own internet celebrity, of course, refers to Chen Jiaxian. This was a meeting to discuss how to explore the commercial value of Chen Jiaxian, how to support Chen Jiaxian's personal IP, and discuss Chen Jiaxian's appearance and personality direction. The whole meeting lasted for 2 and a half hours.
Chen Jiaxian herself is not qualified to attend.
Pan Qiaomu almost remained silent throughout the meeting.
After the meeting, Chen Jiaxian received an internal call from Pan Qiaomu: "Come to my office."
Office door.
When Han Fang saw Chen Jiaxian, he smiled and said, "You look beautiful again today."
Chen Jiaxian smiled back.
Han Fang swiped his card, opened the door for Chen Jiaxian like a gentleman, and then half-closed it.
Pan Qiaomu's voice came out: "——Open the door completely."
Han Fang responded and opened the office door wide so that everyone coming and going could see.
The last time Chen Jiaxian came into Pan Qiaomu's office was to ask her the reason for being laid off. But this time, it was Pan Qiaomu who asked.
Pan Qiaomu got straight to the point: "Jun Ziyi wants to buy you publicity and handle business for you. Do you agree?"
Chen Jiaxian was stunned: "What publicity? What business?"
Pan Qiaomu told Chen Jiaxian.
Chen Jiaxian said frankly: "No one asked me for my opinion. I was always informed."
Pan Qiaomu breathed a sigh of relief: "I must refuse."
Chen Jiaxian said: "No."
Pan Qiaomu frowned.
Chen Jiaxian said: "As long as it is Sister Ziyi's arrangement, I will not only accept it. I will also accept it happily."
Pan Qiaomu looked at her: "Zhuoxiu will only pay for publicity and will not pay for protecting you. Do you know? If someone hacks you, Zhuoxiu will most likely not spend money to help you fight against gangsters. Do you know? Zhuoxiu cares They only want to promote the project and your commercial value, and they don’t care about the pressure and abuse you will endure. Even if the online violence is serious, they will only let you rest instead of helping you clarify - you know?"
Chen Jiaxian thought for a while and said, "I know."
Pan Qiaomu was silent for a while and then said, "You think you can bear such an injury, right?"
Chen Jiaxian said nothing.
Pan Qiaomu moved the mouse with his slender fingers, clicked on the computer, and read out an ugly sentence without expression.
Chen Jiaxian asked: "What is this?"
Pan Qiaomu said: "Bad comments."
He picked up a stack of paper and handed it to her: "It's full of bad reviews. I suggest you familiarize yourself with it in advance to strengthen your psychological immunity. You know that there are many unfinished buildings now, everyone is angry, and everyone is holding back their anger. As a person in the real estate industry, if you go out on the Internet, you will definitely be angered." He raised his eyes and looked at her, "Maybe you can succeed, but you will definitely get bad reviews."
After a long silence, Chen Jiaxian said: "I must keep this job. I must complete the performance appraisal. Apart from being an Internet celebrity, I have neither professional advantages nor business base in the company. I have no choice."
From intern to senior commissioner, Chen Jiaxian took a shortcut.
But shortcuts are hard to come by.
She understands this, and so does he.
She had to pay, and so did he.
Pan Qiaomu suddenly raised his voice: "Han Fang, close the door."
The office door is closed tightly.
Pan Qiaomu lowered his voice and asked her forcefully: "Why don't you ask for my help?"
