Yu Ben slowly raised his eyes and met Shi Yuan's eyes on the stage.
Faced with many overt and covert gazes, both of them remained expressionless. Shi Yuan's slender eyes turned away indifferently, and Yu Ben calmly withdrew his gaze.
He looked at Guan Xi.
But Guan Xi's eyes were not on him.
She stared at Shi Yuan on the stage in silence and concentration.
After a few seconds, the applause gradually started again.
Shi Yuan stepped down and left the stage, Guan Xi. Pan Qiaomu and others stood up, half a step behind Shi Yuan, and surrounded him to send Shi Yuan away.
Yu Ben did not get up, and no one called Yu Ben.
…
The phone vibrated one after another. Someone checked the mailbox and whispered to the people around him: "Look at the collaborative office, there are new personnel changes."
"Oh My God."
"Shh..."
In the mailbox, the personnel decision was clearly written:
As an S+ project of Zhuoxiu Group, the project director of the Changlefang project is personally served by Shi Yuan, the president of the city company, and the project vice president is served by Level 22 Guan Xi. Pan Qiaomu was promoted to the public relations director of the Changlefang project.
Yu Ben was transferred from the Changlefang project to the latest commercial residential "Xuefu Four Seasons" project in the development zone as the project director.
"It's impossible for Mr. Shi to stay in the project, so Guan Xi replaced Brother Ben?"
"Guan Xi and Brother Ben are on the same level in the group... It's normal for her to rise to the top..."
"Huh. How come the branch's personnel promotion and promotion starts from the group level, and the branch is so obedient?"
"Keep your voice down. Do you want to offend the new leader? From now on, he will be Mr. Guan."
…
Yu Ben clicked on Personnel Decision.
He glanced lightly, without any unnecessary expression on his face.
…
Guan Xi and others saw Shi Yuan off, returned to the banquet hall, and sat back at the round table.
Yu Ben stood up and motioned to Guan Xi: "Let's talk."
He looked at Guan Xi's face.
Guan Xi did not ask "what to talk about", nor did he hesitate. She stood up calmly and followed him out of the venue.
Yu Ben, and Guan Xi who took his place? Whispers sounded again, and countless eyes followed them covertly and covertly.
But Yu Ben didn't care, and neither did Guan Xi.
The two people walked out of the banquet hall and stood in the wide corridor of the hotel.
It was a dark night outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and the evening breeze rolled up the hem of Guan Xi's silk skirt.
Yu Ben stared at her and narrated: "You already knew it."
Guan Xi did not deny it: "Shi Yuan targeted you, not in a day or two. Who doesn't know?"
Yu Ben said: "Yes. But you spend so much time just for this boring position like mine?"
Guan Xi said: "Yuben, be realistic. This is just a game of desire, and idealists are destined to be out. Sooner or later you will be out, whether it's me or not, it's the same."
Yu Ben sighed: "I once mistakenly thought that we were the same person."
Guan Xi said: "You don't need to define who I am."
Yu Ben was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "Guan Xi, what is the truth and what is a lie? You have been lying to me all this time."
Guan Xi said: "I hope you still remember that we are doing things. People who do things must be goal-oriented, so does the authenticity of the process affect how we get things done?"
Yu Ben smiled bitterly: "Doing things? The things I did before, selling buildings, selling land, being goal-oriented, do they really make sense? Does everything I have done in the past ten years really make sense? I have always I thought you understood, I thought we were the same kind. It turns out I misunderstood you. I actually thought you had ideals."
Guan Xi shook his head: "Yuben, I am not your spiritual sustenance, and I have no intention of saving you. We each have our own paths to go."
She looked at Yu Bi and said, "I only talk about deeds, not my heart. If you want to achieve your goals, no matter whether the starting point is ideals or interests, whether it is culture or business, it ultimately falls on the execution level. , can't be clean. Getting things done is more important than being a good person." She paused, "You don't need to put your fantasies on me. If I were a pure idealist, I would be like you, Out. I can't get anything done."
Yu Ben was silent for a long time.
He took a deep look at Guan Xi and asked: "What about your disappeared home? What about your childhood and the injustice your parents suffered? Don't you want to change? Don't you want to resist? Have you forgotten it? Can you forget it? ?"
Guan Xi lowered his eyes.
After a moment, she said sharply: "What you said makes no sense. I am just a grain of sand in the times. The wave of layoffs, layoffs, unfinished buildings...all the resources and money that belong to the people and have been transferred away , there is no way to get it back. It’s not your fault, it’s not my fault, and it’s not the industry’s fault, but the times allow us to take over, and we can only take over. One generation has its own destiny. And we can only put the problem aside, Carry it on your body and try to survive.”
Yu Ben sneered: "Yes, we have only two choices: destined to be eliminated, or willing to be a joke."
Guan Xi softened his tone: "Yuben, this era is an era of business, and there is no room for pure idealists. The greatest space for ordinary people like us is to occasionally show a little bit of idealism and sincerity in our busy lives. That's enough."
Yu Ben looked at Guan Xi: "What you mean is that ordinary people are not worthy of considering ideals and happiness. Then who is worthy of considering it? Ideals and happiness are exclusive to individual people, right?"
Guan Xi pointed upward flatly: "Yes. Power is like AIDS, which can only be transmitted through sex, blood, and mother-to-child transmission."
Yu Ben said: "But have they considered it?"
Guan Xi refused to answer.
Empty night, empty evening breeze. The two looked at each other for a moment. Even if adults have feelings, they are like a dragonfly touching water, and the reason is unclear. Somehow, they dissipate in the wind.
Desire is the shadow of power, and feelings are not as good as burying your head in the road.
Yu Ben wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
He said succinctly: "Guan Xi. Goodbye."
Guan Xi said: "We will meet again."
Yu Ben didn't say another word, nor did he return to the venue. He took his mobile phone and strode out of the hotel without calling an assistant or arranging a driver.
…
Yu Bi’s open letter of resignation was sent to everyone in the Changlefang project at 9 a.m. the next day. In the letter, he politely thanked everyone for their support for his work, wished the project would get better and better, and officially expressed that we would see each other again in the future.
Looking forward to seeing you again in the future. Yu Ben wrote at the end of the open letter.
Practitioners go around in the industry, meet each other elsewhere, and eventually become colleagues again.
The real estate industry has experienced great success, glory and collapse, but in fact it is just an ordinary industry filled with ordinary people. As the wheel of the times turns slowly, some practitioners are thrown to the top, while others are thrown down hard. Ordinary people are struggling in the sea of desire, and all they want is a little sweetness in life.
Ordinary people never have many desires.
Chen Jiaxian walked into the Changlefang project carrying the old bag given to her by Guan Xi.
She noticed that Yu Bi's resignation letter was not sent out until 9 o'clock, but the "Yu Bi" nameplate had been removed from the door of the Changlefang project manager's office.
She opened coworking again.
Yu Bi’s name has been removed from the Changlefang project team.
Everything is incredibly fast. But all this was actually a sign.
Chen Jiaxian watched silently as the project secretary led someone to nail the word "Guan Xi" on the door of Yu Ben's office.
