Yu Ben came over: "Zhang Zhiyao informed me that the old president left the hotel."
Everyone started to get confused with a "coax".
Jun Ziyi looked at Guan Xi: "But what are you going to say? Sun Jiwen has a higher position than you, isn't it Sun Jiwen who is the speaker?"
Guan Xi said: "I have written a manuscript for Sun Jiwen. Do you want to review it?" She handed over two pieces of paper.
Jun Ziyi did not answer: "Sun Jiwen is not such a good eloquent person."
Guan Xi just smiled.
Jun Ziyi took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it: "Guan Xi, do you know what you still need?"
Before Guan Xi could answer, Jun Ziyi continued: "Your heart is not hard enough, your hands are not black enough, and you are shameless. But fortunately, you are much better than that soft-hearted idiot Yu Ben."
She pressed the cigarette butt lightly on the two pieces of paper, and immediately, a black hole was burned into the white paper.
Jun Ziyi stared at the hole: "I will give you a lie."
…
Sun Jiwen stood in the parking lot, anxiously checking the time every half a minute: "Why isn't the old president here yet?"
Jun Ziyi sneered and asked him, "Are you sure this is the parking lot?"
Sun Jiwen said: "I'm sure."
Jun Ziyi sounded impatient. She asked again and again several times, and Sun Jiwen began to sweat on his forehead, and the waiting crowd became agitated by her questioning.
In times of anxiety, constant questioning, suppression and distrust can destroy a person's self-confidence.
So Sun Jiwen also wavered in himself.
He asked others around, and someone said, "There is a parking lot on the other side. If the old president thinks there is a traffic jam here, he might park there."
Sun Jiwen made a quick decision: "A few people will follow me and go to the parking lot to have a look."
Jun Ziyi said softly behind him.
Sun Jiwen heard it. He ran to another parking lot in frustration. There was a puddle of water on the ground. When he was walking by, he tripped over someone and fell hard. By chance, he fell into the water and was splashed with mud.
Jun Ziyi's phone vibrated.
She clicked on the screen and took a look. The blue light illuminates her smiling white face. She sent a message to Guan Xi: "Okay, come over."
She sent another message: "Throw those two stupid speeches into the trash can."
Jun Ziyi was about to put her phone back in her pocket when a new text message came in, it was Zhao Minmin.
Zhao Minmin: "We should have met long ago."
Zhao Minmin: "12 noon the day after tomorrow, Shanju Restaurant."
Jun Ziyi took a breath and slowly exhaled it.
She replied: "OK."
…
Li Zhuoxiu came surrounded by Yuecheng Company executives, and Shi Yuan followed Li Zhuoxiu steadily, even though Li Zhuoxiu didn't give him any look.
Guan Xi, wearing a black suit and smiling, led everyone to the entrance of Changlefang.
Sun Jiwen just changed his clothes and ran over sweating profusely. Jun Ziyi signaled to the property manager to stop him outside: "Don't affect the reception."
She put away her phone and followed Li Zhuoxiu.
She was half a body behind Shi Yuan, and Shi Yuan glanced at her and slowed down.
Jun Ziyi smiled and followed Li Zhuoxiu side by side with Shi Yuan.
Guan Xizheng humorously mentioned the trouble of "distribution" of hand-made copper, which aroused Li Zhuoxiu's interest, and then naturally brought up the topic of hand-made copper sales data.
Chen Jiaxian stood up from the crowd at the right time and put an iPad in Guan Xi's hand. Guan Xi scrolled the screen and showed Li Zhuoxiu and all the senior executives photos of queues at the handmade copper store and screenshots of netizen comments.
Immediately, Guan Xi guided everyone to view the hand-drawn map without leaving any trace. When Li Zhuoxiu asked about the Intangible Cultural Heritage Street, Chen Jiaxian stepped forward again and handed Li Zhuoxiu and all the senior executives a coil desk calendar.
Jun Ziyi couldn't help but laugh briefly.
She still underestimated Guan Xi.
She thought Guan Xi was just using this opportunity to show off his performance in front of the old president, but she didn't expect that she was trying to convince all the senior executives.
As Guan Xi spoke, he opened each page for Li Zhuoxiu.
This is an extremely exquisite intangible cultural heritage desk calendar, printed with exquisite pictures of Guangzhou embroidery, enamel, cake prints, ivory carvings, Guangcai, lion dance, olive carving, guqin, and colorful lace, with a small introduction next to it.
The executives looked at it carefully, and Shi Yuan quickly turned over everything.
After listening to Guan Xi's brief explanation, Li Zhuoxiu asked about the sales data of hand-made copper and fell into deep thought.
Guan Xi clapped his hands, the property manager came up and opened the screens left and right.
In an instant, gongs and drums were beating, and a babbling Cantonese opera was performed.
Guan Xi personally helped Li Zhuoxiu to the round table and helped her sit down. The waiter served the dishes like water. Li Zhuoxiu looked at the copper pot, picked up the colorful porcelain, and remained silent.
The lion dance passed by lively, the evening breeze blew the banyan trees, and the flower boats gurgled in the water waves.
Li Zhuoxiu stretched out his hand, and Zhang Zhiyao immediately handed over the hot towel with a wink.
Shi Yuan took it personally and handed it to Li Zhuoxiu.
Li Zhuoxiu wiped his hands slowly before saying to Guan Xi, "You are very brave. I told you that I am a businessman and I only do business."
Guan Xi said: "Mr. Zhuo Xiu, since the cultural industry is an industry, it is also a business, and it also has something to do."
Li Zhuoxiu sat quietly under the tree, and the river flowed quietly.
She turned around and reached out to touch the huge banyan tree in the soft halo of flower boat lights.
"I know this tree is the 'River Tree'." Li Zhuoxiu said sadly, "I watched the video of your exclusive interview with Grandma Jin about the memories of the river."
Zhou Yixing, who was acting as a staff member at the scene, frantically pulled Chen Jiaxian's sleeves with his hands: "The old president just mentioned the video you took!"
Chen Jiaxian was busy replying to Uncle Sun's WeChat, preparing for the overseas order of handmade copper. When she heard this, she was confused: "What video?"
Zhou Yixing opened the little red book: "In this article, you interview Grandma Jin and talk about your memories of this tree."
Only then did Chen Jiaxian dig out this work from her fading memory.
This is her most failed video.
The number of views is so low that almost no one reads it.
Even if the topic # Waiting for Love is posted, no one will read it.
Chen Jiaxian put down her chopsticks and looked at the main table.
She heard Li Zhuoxiu sigh: "I still remember the sentence in the video: Survival itself does not need any verbal explanation. We just try our best to live and look forward to a better life."
Li Zhuoxiu pressed the tree firmly: "I only regret that time is short, I only regret that I was born at the wrong time."
Li Hongzhou immediately said: "Mr. Zhuo Xiu, please relax, everything will be fine."
Li Zhuoxiu sneered and turned his face away. His face was still shrewd and sharp, with no sign of weakness or wavering. She picked up her chopsticks and started eating again, swallowing hard.
After eating for a while, Li Zhuoxiu put down his chopsticks. She said: "Give Changlefang a budget. I will try it with Changlefang."
ah?
Chen Jiaxian suddenly raised her head, and her expression was dyed with brilliant colors by the colorful lanterns.
Is it because of that video that no one watched?
Is the old CEO willing to spend a sum of money on Intangible Cultural Heritage Street?
Why?
Chen Jiaxian never knew that her feelings for the land would give her an unexpected surprise at this moment.
