The next morning, Chen Jiaxian got up very early and took a shower. Pan Qiaomu closed his eyes and lay on the bed, pretending that he was not awake yet.
A faint fragrance came from the tip of her nose - Chen Jiaxian opened the bedroom door and sprayed some perfume.
Click.
The door closed gently. Then there was the sound of the door closing.
Pan Qiaomu sat up.
He opened the curtains. It was not fully lit outside the window, but there were a few twinkling stars. The smell of perfume gradually spread in the room, and her smell gradually disappeared.
Looking around, Chen Jiaxian had tidied the room very well, leaving no trace behind.
Pan Qiaomu opened the refrigerator and took a bowl of salad. The cold air hit his face, and he asked himself. He was just attracted to Chen Jiaxian. Just attraction.
But now she was so cold that he was unfamiliar with her.
She said he misunderstood.
What did he misunderstand?
Pan Qiaomu picked at the vegetables and fruits in the salad, his mouth full of bitter taste.
…
The first thing Chen Jiaxian did when she arrived at the office was to find Zhou Yixing: "Do you still have Song Zhuo's resume?"
Zhou Yixing looked at her in disbelief.
Chen Jiaxian said: "Sister Ziyi gave me a budget of one person."
Zhou Yixing asked her: "What are you saying with good intentions? Can you be more professional? You know that Song Zhuo's self-media experience and academic background are better than yours, right?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "Do you think I will still be threatened by Song Zhuo now?"
Zhou Yixing crossed his arms and sneered.
Chen Jiaxian said: "I am short of people. Moreover, my account is in the hands of the company, so what is the cost-effectiveness of being an Internet celebrity? I have to outsource this job. Song Zhuo is a good choice."
Zhou Yixing stared at her for a long time, and became so angry that he burst into Cantonese charm: "Do you know that your lying skills are terrible?" (Do you know that your lying skills are terrible?)
Chen Jiaxian was suspiciously silent for a moment. Of course she was lying. To persuade others, you must use reasons that others can understand, and you must lie.
Zhou Yixing stared at her.
Chen Jiaxian said vigorously: "I want to develop the aboriginal economy. If Xiguan is handed over to 'them' who are at the top of the pyramid, Xiguan will eventually become a consumer product for the rich. I don't want to hand over control. I want to let the aborigines in Xiguan Develop your own economy and build your own home.”
Zhou Yixing looked at Chen Jiaxian's face.
After a while, she squeezed out a sentence through her teeth: "What kind of idealistic madness are you having?"
Chen Jiaxian reached out and held Zhou Yixing's hand: "I need a lot of help. Please help me."
Zhou Yixing immediately took out his hand: "I won't help."
Just relying on brains and passion? There is no profit model at all, so you need her help? Did she think she was such a fool?
Chen Jiaxian grabbed her wrist: "Help me."
Zhou Yixing found it absurd: "Reason?"
Chen Jiaxian was very energetic: "You like me quite a lot."
Zhou Yixing opened his eyes wide.
Chen Jiaxian took Zhou Yixing's hand and put it on her face. She looked directly at her.
After a while, Zhou Yixing found his voice: "So you even want to take advantage of your likes? Is this your ridiculous determination?"
Chen Jiaxian just repeated: "If I want to achieve my goals, I need a lot of help." She took out her mobile phone, "Or, I can also buy your help. I have money now, and Mr. Shi gave me a bonus—— "
Zhou Yixing gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Jiaxian. He was silent for half a minute, then stood up and threw all the documents and materials on Chen Jiaxian.
"Wake up, you have so little money - you poor bitch! Those who live in shacks care about those who live in buildings? Worry about yourself first!" she scolded, "Get out! Get away as far as you can from me!"
She turned around and left the small conference room, slamming the door.
…
What a mess.
Chen Jiaxian is sitting in the small conference room. She looked at the glass door that was still flapping slowly. He looked down at his hands again. Her hands were dirty.
so what. Chen Jiaxian thought.
What did she have to lose?
…
Chen Jiaxian made an appointment with Guan Xi and said he wanted to report on work.
Guan Xi's assistant said: "Mr. Guan is very busy. Do you have anything important to do?"
Chen Jiaxian lied when she opened her mouth: "Discuss the funding path for the Changlefang project."
With such a big hat on his face, Guan Xi's assistant naturally couldn't stop him: "Okay, I'll make an appointment for you."
Chen Jiaxian walked into Guan Xi's office holding the computer. She had 5 minutes. So she silently connected to the TV in Guan Xi's office and opened a PPT.
The home page of the PPT reads:
rights to the city
is a way to transform the city according to our wishes
while also transforming our own rights
Chen Jiaxian's voice was trembling: "City rights are collective rights. Xiguan belongs to the residents living on this land, not the elite, let alone wealth and power."
Guan Xi raised his eyes unexpectedly and his expression became serious.
Chen Jiaxian spent a lot of time making a PPT to explain the idea of supporting the economy of Xiguan Aboriginal people. For example, the construction of scenic spots integrates folk customs and intangible cultural heritage elements to facilitate aboriginals to open stores; for example, using its own traffic to drive attention to the overall Xiguan food; for example, leading aboriginal merchants to create a business name matrix; for example...
She finished.
Guan Xi said sharply: "You are very radical."
Chen Jiaxian did not admit it: "I didn't."
Guan Xi said sharply: "What you call urban rights is fighting for control over the construction and transformation of cities. If you want to develop the aboriginal economy, you are essentially enhancing the residents' voice to increase the proportion of control. You are very radical. "
Chen Jiaxian was speechless.
She was still too young. How could she hide her rebellious thoughts from Guan Xi?
Guan Xi said bluntly: "Zhuoxiu Group is a limited company. People's livelihood rights are the responsibility of the government, not enterprises. Zhuoxiu can cooperate with the construction of scenic spots, but other measures should not occupy the project budget."
Chen Jiaxian asked: "I know you have a public relations budget of 10 million per year. In the budget I just listed, the total public relations and marketing expenditures are only 220,000, accounting for only 2.2%."
Guan Xi said: "This year's public relations budget has bottomed out. Just buying the sculptures in Changlefang cost 6 million."
used up? !
Chen Jiaxian blurted out: "Whose sculpture will cost six million?"
Guan Xi said coldly: "Buy the sculpture of the noble man."
Chen Jiaxian blurted out: "What sculpture? Why?"
Guan Xi said: "Because it is public relations, not just business. Anyway, this is not your responsibility."
Chen Jiaxian clenched her hands.
The 6 million sculpture can be bought at any time, and the small handmade copper shop can be closed at any time.
She asked herself: Are you angry?
So Chen Jiaxian looked at Guan Xi: "I'm very angry."
Guan Xi looked at her.
Chen Jiaxian said impulsively: "What are your so-called noble people? They just stand at the top of the pyramid and eventually become a container of desire. They are only greedy and will not make any substantial contribution to the Changlefang project. They Can it make people live a better life? They will only make this era worse! If what you call culture is just a commodity created for people with spending power, then it is really - shiny on the surface, but as rotten as dirt on the inside. mud."
