Zhou Yixing stared at Chen Jiaxian.
After a while, she said: "So you are angry too."
The air in the hotel was very hot, and Chen Jiaxian's face turned red with emotion.
She slowly stretched out her hand, but Chen Jiaxian did not avoid it.
So Zhou Yixing touched her young face with his fingertips.
Chen Jiaxian felt Zhou Yixing's fingertips resting on the long scar at the corner of her eye.
"I'm angry too. But that's not important. How to live your life is important." Zhou Yixing gently took Chen Jiaxian's hand and put her hand on his young face, "Never place your hope on getting better. On them.”
Never go gentle into the good night.
Whether it's a skirt or a suit. They are all cool black.
They are similar in age.
They stared at each other.
Chen Jiaxian murmured in her sleep: "We are young people, and the container of desire will one day be broken by us. One day."
…
At the reception, Shi Yuan announced that in order to commend and celebrate, all those who participated in the local land acquisition will receive a bonus. Chen Jiaxian heard her name in the list of bonuses ranging from 20,000 to 500,000.
That night, the bonus was credited to the card, which amounted to over 80,000 yuan after tax.
Chen Jiaxian looked at the bank payment reminder, turned off the screen, and threw the phone into her pocket.
At the end of the reception, Chen Jiaxian found Jun Ziyi and wanted to report on her work.
This is a huge leap forward. Normally, she wouldn't even be able to pass the level of Jun Ziyi's assistant.
But at this moment, in the hotel's underground parking lot, Chen Jiaxian knew Jun Ziyi's license plate number and also knew Jun Ziyi's driver.
"Sister Ziyi." Chen Jiaxian greeted her.
Jun Ziyi was wrapped in a black windbreaker, a black scarf half-hiding her white and petite face, and she was holding a big red bag in her hand.
She never seemed surprised: "Oh, Jia Xian. Do you have anything important to do with me?"
Meaning, if it's not an important matter, don't talk about it.
Chen Jiaxian said: "I want to transfer to the investment department."
Jun Ziyi said: "Reason?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "Yuanverse, artificial intelligence, AIGC, these fashionable things are all nonsense if they are not connected with the core business, are you right?"
Jun Ziyi said in a good mood: "You are so brave."
Chen Jiaxian said: "I want to get involved in the core business. The company has positioned me as an Internet celebrity, but this positioning is not suitable for me. If I am an Internet celebrity alone, I will not be able to complete PBC."
Jun Ziyi said rudely: "Your performance is indeed ugly."
Chen Jiaxian admitted: "Listen to my working ideas: I hope to combine the Internet economy with investment promotion, and the Xiguan aboriginal people are my basic base. I have a unique advantage in operating old Xiguan specialty stores."
Jun Ziyi asked: "Are you asking for a reward from me? But the distinguished guest praised you and Yuecheng Company took the land. You should go to Shi Yuan to ask for the reward. What does this have to do with me? Why should I help you?" "
Chen Jiaxian asked: "Have you received my complaint letter against Pan Qiaomu?"
Jun Ziyi was noncommittal.
Chen Jiaxian said: "Because - whatever Pan Qiaomu can do, I can do it too. When Pan Qiaomu was receiving distinguished guests, he almost had a conflict with them. It was me who smoothed things over for him and handled follow-up service matters. Pan Qiaomu That was remiss, and I was more talented. I think I proved that."
Jun Ziyi chuckled: "Are you the new Pan Qiaomu?"
Chen Jiaxian shook her head: "Why should I become another person?"
Before Jun Ziyi could speak, Chen Jiaxian added: "You and Mr. Shi are using him like this. Do you think he is still loyal? If he is not easy to use, why not put one of your own in the investment team? Pan Qiaomu is an elite. And my background is very poor, so you don’t have to worry about me switching jobs and leaving. Give me a chance, and I will be more grateful to you than Pan Qiaomu.”
Jun Ziyi's smile gradually faded, her face became serious, and she looked at her for a long time.
She suddenly asked: "How old are you?"
Chen Jiaxian's hands were in her trouser pockets, tightly gripping Guan Xi's work ID card, with deep red marks on her fingers: "She's almost 21."
Jun Ziyi said nothing more. She asked Chen Jiaxian to get in the car and asked the driver to take her downstairs to the dormitory.
…
The next day, the transfer document was sent to the Changlefang project mailbox. In the name of AIGC's business development, Chen Jiaxian was transferred to the position of senior commissioner of the Investment Promotion Department, but the assessment power was directly vested in Jun Ziyi.
Pan Qiaomu couldn't come back to his senses after reading it for a long time.
That night, when he returned home, he found Chen Jiaxian waiting for him at home.
She had taken a shower and was sitting on the sofa reading a book with her wet hair.
"You're back." She turned the book aside.
She is reading "Hello, Sorrow" by Sagan.
Pan Qiaomu has read this story. The girl rebels against the disciplined fate in her own way, and she is loyal to her own flaws. Her desires are not dulled by society's hypocrisy. Then the man loves her flaws, her desires.
"——'I'm thinking about living a despicable and shameless life.'" Pan Qiaomu quoted from the book with a sneer.
The snow-white gauze curtains flickered gently, and in the distance were the lights of thousands of houses.
He looked at Chen Jiaxian's calm face.
How could she be so calm?
How could she be so nonchalant?
Chen Jiaxian raised her head, put away the book, and told him: "I want to have sex."
Pan Qiaomu knew that he was a fucking idiot.
He asked Chen Jiaxian: "When you said 'Give me' in the car that day, were you giving you the pictures of naked women, or were you giving you my power, my position, and my investment work?"
Chen Jiaxian threw him a cigarette: "You misunderstood me."
Pan Qiaomu asked, "Really?"
"Are you afraid?" Chen Jiaxian raised her dark brown eyes, "It's just a little work adjustment - why are you afraid of me?"
She pressed the lighter, the flint made a crisp "click" sound, and a small flame ignited in her hand.
She lit the cigarette for Pan Qiaomu.
Pan Qiaomu leaned over, held the armrests of the sofa with both hands, and pressed Chen Jiaxian against the back of the sofa. He stared at her.
She was calm and he was shaking violently.
Are you scared.
Why.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette.
Thin white smoke rose, and Chen Jiaxian's brown eyes seemed to be shrouded in fog.
Pan Qiaomu smoked half a cigarette, and then said tremblingly: "You are using me. Chen Jiaxian, do you have any intention?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "You have too high expectations for me."
Pan Qiaomu was silent for a full minute.
He twisted the remaining cigarette rod hard, knelt on one knee on the sofa, and held Chen Jiaxian in his arms.
His hands dug hard into her clothes.
Chen Jiaxian kissed the tip of his nose, and then kissed his peach blossom eyes that were always smiling but not smiling. But these eyes were moister than usual.
The dim lights silently gave the living room a golden edge.
…
When everything was over, the brilliant lights had already been extinguished one after another, and the living room was dark.
Pan Qiaomu hugged Chen Jiaxian tightly and lay on the carpet. His eyelashes rubbed her neck, a little itchy. Slowly, Chen Jiaxian felt cold liquid flowing down her neck.
The arrogant Pan Qiaomu said in a calm and hoarse voice: "Get out of here. Get away as far as you need."
Chen Jiaxian reached out and stroked his soft hair. She turned over.
"Oh," she said.
