Chen Jiaxian sat on a hard bench in the small room of the coppersmith Uncle Sun, her eyes widened: "Sister Xi, you..."
Guan Xi said: "Even if it is such a small fly shop, I am still your investor, and you have to pay me back."
Chen Jiaxian was speechless.
After a while, she found her voice: "You invest in me? With your own money? Do you believe in me so much? Then why did you just..."
Guan Xi said: "This is a stress test, and you performed very well. What I just said was ugly, right? But you will encounter words that are a hundred times harder to hear in the future."
Chen Jiaxian was speechless. She would only stammer: "I, I will do it tonight! I will send it to you tonight!"
Guan Xi put his index finger on his lips and said, "How can such a thing leave traces?"
Chen Jiaxian asked a very stupid question: "Why can't this leave any traces?"
Guan Xi smiled and said nothing.
Chen Jiaxian finally realized belatedly that this kind of private funding path had no way of passing the audit. It was essentially doing private work behind Zhuo Xiu's back. This was also the case when Pan Qiaomu previously asked her to submit paper documents to him.
She was belatedly aware of her naivety and stupidity again.
She had never considered the inappropriate nature of this matter, and had never kept it a secret, but why did Guan Xi, Jun Ziyi, Pan Qiaomu, and Yu Ben never really get stuck on her neck?
Is it because they are acquiescing to her in their own way?
Is it because of tacit approval, which represents silent support?
Standing on the tail of twenty-year-old, Chen Jiaxian suddenly realized the power of lies. Even in the deep business jungle, people will always be people, not tools. At some point, they will always show a little bit of silly idealism and stupid sincerity.
So Chen Jiaxian asked Guan Xi: "If liking means one soul seeing itself in another soul, then do you like me at all?"
Guan Xi looked at Chen Jiaxian.
She said calmly: "From today on, we are business partners. As my business partner, you can only hear my lies. Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
Chen Jiaxian's mouth stubbornly pursed into a straight line.
"I don't mind hearing lies." She said, "If you want to accomplish something, you must accept 'not walking in a straight line'. I...as long as I can achieve my goals, the means are my fuel."
Guan Xi laughed.
Chen Jiaxian is a little shy, but also calm. If she wants to achieve her goal, she must abandon her obsession with being liked.
Guan Xi finished laughing and said, "But I have a truth to tell you - I will only tell you, and I will only say it once."
Chen Jiaxian's eyes flashed.
Guan Xi smiled and said:
“The right to the city – is the right to transform the city according to our wishes, but also ourselves.”
…
With Guan Xi's help, Chen Jiaxian quickly revised her business plan.
She will rent a vacant shop on the first floor of Changlefang facing the street and open a hand-made copper shop. Sun Bo Craftsman will become a shareholder and will sit in front of the store every day and hand-make copper on site to endorse the shop.
Different from traditional copperware shops that cater to neighbors, this store will focus on handmade crafts and tourist souvenirs.
Chen Jiaxian pulled out the hand-made copper data analysis report of the Mid-Autumn Festival event from her mailbox. Sun Bo's hand-made bronze wares were sold out on the first day they were put on the shelves during the Mid-Autumn Festival; most of them were bought by foreigners in the tour group.
At that time, Chen Jiaxian also noted that there would be more potential for selling such products with strong local characteristics, folk customs and craftsman characteristics in Changlefang.
She always believes that these data can represent many trends.
As the first shop in Xunfengli focusing on "hand-made copper", Chen Jiaxian hopes that it will not only inherit the traditional craftsmanship of "Xiguan copper-making", but also combine it with the current era, reach out to the public's aesthetics, and use a variety of communication methods to let people The traditional craftsmanship of Xiguan, which has been silent for many years, is "seen".
Guan Xi will use his basic advantages in public relations to help Sun Bo participate in the evaluation of intangible cultural heritage inheritors, starting from the cultural industry, and looking for cooperation, publicity, and promotion opportunities with government projects.
They will increase the revenue of the first store as soon as possible. Using this as a fulcrum, with the cooperation of Pan Qiaomu, they will leverage the rent-free and preferential policies of many Xiguan intangible cultural heritage memory and skills stores in Changlefang, and use the scenic spots to Construction opportunities continue to grow.
After finishing writing, Chen Jiaxian sat in front of the computer and reviewed her plan.
Her hands were small and rested on the thin plastic table. Behind her was the window. In the dark night, a bright moon hung high in the sky.
She still lives in a construction-floor house.
Now, she has escaped the fate of debt, but is back to poverty. She no longer has designer suits, and even her future income is hardly guaranteed.
But she was very determined.
She knows exactly who she is and what she wants.
She also knows exactly where her desires will lead.
…
After finishing all this, Chen Jiaxian searched for "Yongda fracture real estate" on the Internet, and found out that the construction site of the off-plan house purchased by Chen Jiahao was temporarily suspended.
The explanation given by Yongda is that some owners hope that the rough materials can be converted into fine decoration, so they are now communicating with all owners and can be converted into fine decoration for a few tens of thousands of yuan. Do you want to pay?
The owners discussed it one after another.
Some people question, isn't this an excuse for a bad ending?
Yongda swore that, of course not.
So the owners began to discuss whether it would be cheaper to renovate with fine decoration than to decorate it themselves. Yongda said that it can wait for the owners to come up with the results of the discussion, and the project will be temporarily suspended until all the letters of intent are signed.
So Chen Jiaxian knew the purpose of the call from her parents: to ask for money to convert the rough work into fine decoration.
But she had no money and was "in debt", so she was simply abandoned.
…
Early the next morning, Chen Jiaxian passed by Xunfengli and looked at her face from a distance.
She was startled and then remembered that her promotional picture had been placed on the huge fence at the construction site.
Chen Jiaxian took a few steps closer and looked at Miss Xiguan, who was wearing a cheongsam. It was clearly her and not her. She had never remembered that she had been so dazzling. Even though she stayed up late and was tired, she still had a firm face in the photo and a sparkling look in her eyes.
Xiguan is her mother. She is a warrior who defends Xiguan.
She is Miss Xiguan.
Back at the workstation, Zhou Yixing asked her proudly: "Did you see the promotional picture? How was it?"
Chen Jiaxian told the truth: "The shooting was very good, very firm and powerful."
Zhou Yixing nodded with satisfaction: "As expected, the female photographer is still reliable. We Miss Xiguan are not appreciated as beautiful objects. We are the builders of this city. We are determined, professional and smart."
Chen Jiaxian pulled out the previous photographer from the depths of her memory: "Where is that one?"
Zhou Yixing said: "Oh, you mean the emotional one? He submitted a plan, the composition is: arcade street, under the oil paper umbrella, Miss Xiguan's waist and buttocks back. Ha! It's so outrageous - from me to Sister Guan Xi to Sister Ziyi, our review line is all female, what is he thinking? Photographing male workers shows tenacity and courage, while photographing female employees turns them into beautiful snacks? Do we have to contribute less to urban renewal? I put He was on fire."
Chen Jiaxian pursed her lips and smiled: "Did he not understand who is the father of the sponsor?"
The two men laughed. Smiling, Zhou Yixing opened social media, glanced at it a few times, and closed it again.
Chen Jiaxian took the initiative and asked: "Are there any bad comments?"
Zhou Yixing said: "Don't look."
"What does it have to do with me?" Chen Jiaxian smiled: "I don't care at all."
Zhou Yixing looked at her cautiously.
Chen Jiaxian's heart was completely unmoved.
What is she afraid of?
What else did she have to lose?
