Guan Xi didn't have any emotions.
She patiently listened to Chen Jiaxian's fierce accusations and told the young girl calmly: "But we are doing business. Cultural real estate lacks funding channels, so we strive for big merchants; in order to introduce big merchants, we encourage urban lifestyle and consumption It is customary to segment the market; for the sake of project tonality, we focus on cultural forms. Ultimately, a balance can be achieved.”
Chen Jiaxian said: "As long as you have money, you can freely consume culture? Is culture a high-quality product? Who does culture belong to? Whose collective memory does Changlefang display? And you - which side are you on? What are your actual measures? Whose interests are protected?”
Guan Xi was silent.
Business society, business practices, right and wrong, black and white are all mixed into a chaotic ashes, who can easily distinguish them?
It was she who took the initiative to put down her body, get her hands dirty, and learn how to do business. She has always been determined. But for the first time in her life, facing an angry young girl, she felt a little confused.
She was speechless.
So Chen Jiaxian asked: "Are you angry?"
Guan Xi was silent for half a minute.
In Zhuoxiu Group, where profits or losses are generated every second, half a minute can affect a lot of things.
Half a minute later, Guan Xi said flatly: "This is not important. The goal we want to achieve is important. My core goal is to complete the cultural industry of Changlefang while taking into account the lives of the indigenous people. And you - you are now When you come to attract investment, you want to let the indigenous people live a better life, or to be more radical, you hope to enhance the indigenous people's say in Xiguan. But this is your core goal. Not mine."
Chen Jiaxian said: "Yes, we will eventually part ways."
Guan Xi corrected her: "It's about seeking common ground while reserving differences, and harmony without difference. After all, we are partly in agreement: we all hope that residents will live better in urban renewal."
Chen Jiaxian said: "Really? We are obviously different. You intellectuals like to be soft and tactful and avoid differences. You are always seeking balance, and you always find a narrow path in the squeeze of all parties. You are always compromising. .You have been domesticated by elite education, haven’t you?”
Guan Xi was silent for a moment and said, "You can live without solving the problem."
Chen Jiaxian just shook her head. She sneered and said sharply: "You are so hypocritical. You keep saying that culture belongs to people, but you don't believe in the indigenous economy at all. In essence, you still place your hopes on a small group of elites."
Guan Xi's always calm face finally showed a crack, and she took a short breath.
She stared at Chen Jiaxian.
This little girl who was once timid and silent is no longer afraid of conflict. Her eyes lit up with rage, like brightly burning fireworks. Even if it will burn you out soon, you must remain bright and dazzling regardless.
So Guan Xi asked: "Then what do you want?"
In anger, Chen Jiaxian blurted out: "I want to prove you are wrong. I want to completely smash your logic of capital and elites. You go find a narrow path in the squeeze, in other people's logic Survive, you are doomed to fail - and I, I want to smash the old traditions and rules of the industry and start anew."
She turned and left. The moment she opened the door, Chen Jiaxian looked back at Guan Xi.
Guan Xi was also watching her silently.
"Guan Xi, goodbye." Chen Jiaxian said, "We always have to say goodbye."
…
Chen Jiaxian returned to her workstation, took off her designer suit, and threw it heavily on the back of the chair.
She doesn't need any armor at all.
It was the real estate industry that was wrong, and Zhuoxiu was wrong. This profit-seeking system, this game of real estate and land speculation, these worldly rules are completely wrong. The land should not carry so many desires, because the land is the mother of the Chinese people.
She grabbed the water glass and drank a glass of ice water. Just as she took a breath, Zhou Yixing came over with a stinky face and slapped a piece of paper on her head.
Song Zhuo's resume.
"I pulled her into the talent pool." Zhou Yixing said simply, "You decide on your own."
She turned and left.
Chen Jiaxian chased after him: "Thank you."
Zhou Yixing looked back at her coldly. She stretched out her hand and pulled off the black rubber band that bound Chen Jiaxian's hair.
"In exchange of equal value, we are settled." She said coldly, "No need to thank me, your business has nothing to do with me."
…
Song Zhuo has Song Zhuo's anxiety.
Song Zhuo became famous overnight and has a certain fan base, but his income is limited. First, the conversion rate of Douyin fans is not high compared to Xiaohongshu; second, the conversion rate of her track itself is not high either. Her fans are attracted by her "grassroots counterattack" persona, but this track is almost saturated. If she can only produce scraps of content such as "doing Pilates" and "getting up early to read", she won't be able to win. If she receives a valuable offer to support her tall persona, she will be quickly abandoned by her fans.
During the interview, Song Zhuo told Chen Jiaxian: "Sister Xian, does the company allow me to shoot volg without involving confidentiality?"
Chen Jiaxian shook her head: "You can't shoot in an office building."
Zhuoxiu's confidentiality is very strict, and even the conference ppt is not allowed to be photographed.
Song Zhuo was a little embarrassed.
Chen Jiaxian said: "But you can take pictures on the project, and I will apply for you to disclose the work content."
Song Zhuo thought for a long time: "The project site? - Isn't it dirty? How can I maintain a bright personality?"
Chen Jiaxian gave her an analysis from the bottom of her heart: "The glamorous workplace blogger track is already so crowded, what room do you have for monetization? But if you go with the contrast style, you may be able to make more memories. Moreover, now the outdoor sports style It is very popular among middle-class white-collar workers in the city. You can wear outdoor gear and go to the industrial area of Changlefang to reserve advertising space for this type of advertising."
Chen Jiaxian said: "Help me, help you. I really hope you can become a big blogger, which will also be good for me."
She persuaded the other party with reasons that Song Zhuo could accept.
…
Zhuoxiu Group's system does not allow 1:1 interviews. Zhou Yixing sent 7 candidate resumes to Chen Jiaxian, and the meaning is self-evident.
After Chen Jiaxian read the resume carefully, she first passed on two whose skills and project experience were a mess, and then spent some time conducting online interviews with the remaining five people.
5 candidates, 3 men and 2 women. Among them, one boy was not good at all, and three of them were average, but one girl performed extremely amazingly.
Chen Jiaxian and Zhou Yixing interviewed together, and both of them were very satisfied.
Zhou Yixing asked Chen Jiaxian: "So you must be Song Zhuo?"
The talks with Song Zhuo were almost complete, but Chen Jiaxian met a better candidate. Chen Jiaxian knew Zhou Yixing's intentions very well. But she had to admit: "If I choose 1 from 2, I would prefer her to Song Zhuo."
As soon as Chen Jiaxian criticized Guan Xi, she was forced to face her own ugly reality and cruelty.
Chaos of black, white and gray, Chen Jiaxian's face suddenly turned red.
Zhou Yixing handed her a form: "Then sign it."
Chen Jiaxian's pen tip passed over Song Zhuo's name, he hesitated for a few seconds, put a check mark behind the name of the outstanding girl, signed her name, and wrote down her interview evaluation.
