Chapter 4: With people like you in the company, we won't be afraid of thieves in the future 2
"Chen Yiying, are you looking at me like this because you are dissatisfied with me? But you can't blame others if you can't do things well. Besides, our company has no shortage of people who get paid for nothing." After Liu Jiaran finished the market evaluation and analysis, he placed the planning document on the conference table.
Qiu Zhuoping lowered his eyes, looked at the handwriting on the copy, and couldn't help frowning.
Liu Jiaran, who didn't notice the change in Qiu Zhuoping's expression, continued to scold Chen Yiying: "You have been in the company for half a month, but you are of no help to the company. Go to the finance department today to settle your salary and leave."
"Liu Jiaran!" Chen Yiying stood up angrily. She wanted to tell everyone that she wrote the copy. She hoped someone could stand in her position and speak for her. But before she could open her mouth, Qiu Zhuoping stood up.
"Liu Jiaran is right. Our company doesn't keep idle people."
Qiu Zhuoping's words made Yiying lose all the strength to resist. She was stunned and stared at Qiu Zhuoping blankly.
He threw her a document with some real estate and customer information on it. "This is a customer of the company. We want to sell him the last floor of Phase 16, Area A. If the deal goes well, you can stay and continue to work. If it doesn't go well, you can write a letter of resignation. Meeting adjourned."
Qiu Zhuoping stood up and passed by the dazed Yiying.
For a brief moment, Yiying felt that the Qiu Zhuoping she knew had long disappeared, and the current Qiu Zhuoping was just a general manager who only talked about business and not personal matters.
It turns out that two years can change a person so completely, so completely that it's as if you've never known each other before...
Yiying dialed the client's number, and a middle-aged man's lazy voice came from the other end of the speaker. The man who answered the phone originally asked impatiently who the person on the other end of the phone was, but he immediately changed his attitude when he heard it was a female voice. Yiying tried to negotiate with the other party, explaining the advantages of the floor of Phase 16 in Area A, but the other party asked for a face-to-face meeting.
Yiying took the bus to the location designated by the customer.
This is a French restaurant. The decoration of the store is very luxurious, but there are not many people in the store.
Yiying pushed open the revolving door of the restaurant with a stack of documents in her arms. The waiter standing not far away hurried forward to help her open the door and said politely, "Welcome."
The seats in the store were all equipped with screens, and Yiying was searching for customers among the many guests.
"This way!" A middle-aged man sitting by the window waved at Yiying. He was slightly fat, and when he stood up, he was not even as tall as Yiying's shoulders. The first thing Yiying saw was his shiny head, surrounded by sparse short hair. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, grinned, and glanced at her with obscene eyes.
"Sorry, I'm late." Yiying walked over, and when she sat down opposite the man, another person came in through the revolving door of the restaurant.
"welcome."
The man who just came in was wearing a neat business suit, and his cold eyes followed Yiying. He sat silently in the seat behind Yiying and ordered a pot of scented tea.
"You must be Mr. Zhao, right? I heard that you are interested in purchasing Room 704 in Phase 16, Area A. How about I introduce you to the orientation of the house first." Yiying sat down and started flipping through the documents. She carefully unfolded the information and pictures of the house.
"It's not convenient to see it this way." Mr. Zhao deliberately glanced at Yiying's chest, then walked around the table and sat next to her, nodding and smiling with satisfaction, "It's much more convenient to see it this way."
"Um, Mr. Zhao, how about you take a look at the information about the house first?" Yiying moved aside a little and covered her collar.
Mr. Zhao, however, was not interested in studying. He moved the information in front of himself and glanced through it casually.
"Tsk tsk, the geographical location of this house doesn't seem to be very good." Mr. Zhao sighed, but deliberately moved his hand to Yiying's thigh and stroked it.
"Mr. Zhao, please respect yourself!" Yiying, who encountered such a thing for the first time, stood up hurriedly. She was a little panicked, but didn't know how to deal with it.
If Mr. Zhao is angered, he will definitely not sign the house purchase contract, but if I swallow my anger, I don't know where Mr. Zhao will go next.
"I see you are new to the industry? You don't understand the industry rules, do you?" Mr. Zhao put away his smile and picked up the teacup to drink tea with some displeasure.
"What industry rules?" Yiying looked at Mr. Zhao in surprise.
Mr. Zhao smiled, pushed the information back to Yiying, and opened the menu.
"To discuss business, you have to order food first. Don't you know this common sense?"
Yiying sat down carefully. Just when she thought Mr. Zhao would restrain himself, his hand attacked her thigh again and tried to move it higher.
"What are you doing!" Yiying picked up the hot tea and poured it all over Mr. Zhao in a panic, then stood up with the documents in her arms, keeping a certain distance from the dining table.
Everyone in the restaurant looked in their direction, and Mr. Zhao, feeling embarrassed, glared at Yiying with disgust.
"Look at what you have done!" Mr. Zhao looked at his wet suit with some displeasure.
"Oh, sorry, let me wipe it for you."
Yiying picked up the napkin tremblingly and wanted to help Mr. Zhao wipe it. This time Mr. Zhao did not accept her kindness, but got up and went to the bathroom.
"What should I do?" Yiying sat down holding the house sale documents, feeling aggrieved and uneasy.
Why did she encounter such a thing? Did Qiu Zhuoping and Liu Jiaran deliberately make trouble for her? To drive her away? What did she do wrong?
The sobbing sound reached the ears of the man in the white shirt through the screen. He frowned slightly, put down the exquisite teacup, stood up and walked to the bathroom.
When Mr. Zhao returned to his seat, Yiying had already wiped away her tears and was ready to pack up her documents and leave.
"Mr. Zhao, if you have no intention of buying a house, I will..." Yiying was a little shocked when she looked up and saw Mr. Zhao, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Zhao, why is your face bruised?"
"The bathroom floor was slippery, and I fell. Oh, by the way, let me see the house purchase contract. If there is no problem, I will sign it. I have other things to do in the afternoon, so I won't delay your work time." Mr. Zhao suddenly became well-behaved. He took the contract handed over by Yiying, glanced at it casually, and took out the pen from his suit pocket to sign. "Well, I have already paid the bill. I have something to do, so I'll leave first. Goodbye, oh, no, I won't see you at work."
"Zhao..." Before Yiying could tell him that he didn't take the pen with him, he had already walked out of the revolving door. When Yiying chased him out, Mr. Zhao had already got into a private car and sped away.
Although Yiying didn't understand what was going on, the contract was signed, which meant she could stay in the company and continue to work. When she thought of this, Yiying couldn't help but laugh, and cheered at the door holding the signed contract.
The man sitting behind the screen couldn't help laughing as he watched Yiying cheering. He reached out to pick up the teacup and continued drinking tea.
When Yiying returned to the company with the signed contract, Qiu Zhuoping was not in the office. She had wanted to show off in front of him, but she didn't expect it to fail.
Maybe he doesn't care whether he succeeds or not. Thinking of this, a sense of frustration spread from Yiying's heart, and the original joy disappeared along with this sense of frustration.
She placed the signed contract on Qiu Zhuoping's desk and walked out of his office. It was during that inadvertent turn that she saw the small cross-stitch bag on the desk.
That was the lucky bag she gave him the day before the badminton school friendly match. It took her a week to make it. Because she was not good at handicrafts, all ten of her fingers were covered with band-aids. She remembered that when she gave it to him with joy, he said with disgust: "The chrysanthemum on it is so ugly."
"That's a sunflower!" Yiying corrected him immediately.
He still keeps it?
Yiying couldn't help but reach out and pick up the small bag on the table. Inside was a photo of them kissing in May, which Yiying downloaded from the school's public Weibo. Although the picture was not very clear, it recorded many of their memories.
Why did Qiu Zhuoping carry it with him during the two years he disappeared? Why did Qiu Zhuoping act as if he didn't know him when he saw him? What happened in the past two years?
"Has the general manager returned yet?"
"The general manager said he went to meet a client and hasn't come back yet."
Liu Jiaran's voice came from outside the office. Yiying hurriedly put the small bag back to its place and adjusted her mood.
"Hey, why is it you? I heard that you signed the contract back, you're pretty impressive." When Liu Jiaran pushed open the office door, Yiying was about to leave, and the two stood awkwardly at the door of the office. No matter which way Yiying walked, Liu Jiaran would take a step in that direction, intentionally preventing Yiying from leaving the office.
"The contract is on the general manager's desk. If there's nothing else, I'll go out to work."
"There is a stack of flyers for a new property on your desk. Take them downstairs and hand them out. Also, there is a meeting tomorrow and you need to write a plan. If you can't hand it in before the end of get off work, you can stay and work overtime. When you are done, send it to my email. I will use the company's computer to send it. When you finish, you can leave work. Is that clear?"
"Got it." Yiying passed by Liu Jiaran.
Liu Jiaran turned around and looked at the back, raised the corners of his lips proudly, thinking in his heart: You dare to snatch Brother Zhuo Ping from me!
Yiying walked out of the building holding the 20-centimeter-thick flyer. People on the street were holding umbrellas to avoid the heat. When Yiying started distributing flyers, the sun was blazing, and when she finished, the sunset was red. She dragged her tired body back to the office building. Most of her colleagues had packed up and left work, and only a few colleagues were still checking customer information at their desks.
Yiying walked to her desk and pulled out the computer chair. She originally just wanted to lie down on the desk for a nap, but she didn't expect that the company would be empty when she woke up.
"Oh no, it's so late." Yiying was awakened by the natural twitching of her body. She hurriedly checked the time on her phone. It was already nine o'clock. "It's over. I haven't started writing the plan yet."
She began to write the plan in a hurry. The empty office floor was filled with the sound of pens rubbing against paper and keyboards. Just as she typed the last word into the computer and sent the email, the sound of the electronic door automatically locking was unusually clear. The time in the lower right corner of the computer desktop showed half past ten, which was exactly the time when the entire office building was fully closed.
"Oh my God, why am I so unlucky?" Yiying was a little crazy, but during these few seconds when she was crazy, she heard another voice.
It was the sound of running water and the clinking of spoons and porcelain cups.
Is there anyone else in the office?
Yiying looked towards the source of the sound and saw a beam of light projected from the company's drinking water area, which looked extremely strange.
The sound of light footsteps and the crisp sound of a spoon hitting a porcelain cup mixed together, gradually moving along with the light source.
Yiying held onto the wall of the office and approached the light source in the dark. A tall shadow walked out of the light source and stretched out. Yiying leaned against the wall with her heart pounding, not knowing what kind of monster would come out.
Scenes from horror movies she had watched since she was a child kept appearing in her mind. Just as the owner of the shadow walked out of the drinking area, she swung the rolled-up promotional magazine in her hand and hit the man on the back of the head with a stick, making the classic scream of Bruce Lee when he hit someone.
The owner of the shadow was holding a cup of coffee and slowly turned his head to look at Chen Yiying. His weathered face was outlined by light and shadow, and his gloomy eyes were very scary in the darkness.
Chen Yiying's voice gradually faded away. She looked at the familiar face, too embarrassed to speak. She froze in place, and after a long while she uttered, "General Manager, why haven't you left work yet?"
"With people like you in the company, we won't have to worry about thieves breaking in in the future." Qiu Zhuoping looked away and walked towards his office with a cup of coffee.
When she turned around, Yiying clearly saw the sneer on his face. After he turned his back, Yiying punched and kicked the air awkwardly, expressing her incomprehension of her own overreaction.
"Come to my office." Qiu Zhuoping walked forward a few steps, suddenly turned around and said. He once again saw Yiying venting to the air.
"Yeah." Yiying followed Qiu Zhuoping with a tragic look on her face, not understanding why all her ugly looks could be captured by Qiu Zhuoping.
After Qiu Zhuoping entered the office, he walked to the folding sofa and put down the dual-purpose sofa chair. After he arranged the sofa chair, it became a small bed with coral fleece sheets and silk pillows.
"The company's door is locked tonight and will not be opened until tomorrow. You can rest here tonight."
"What about you?" Yiying asked cautiously.
Qiu Zhuoping pointed to the documents on his desk and said, "I still have documents to deal with. Don't worry about me."
Yiying looked at Qiu Zhuoping who had prepared a folding bed for her. He took off his suit jacket and sat at his desk to continue looking through documents.
He has always been a serious person, able to focus on one thing without distractions, so sometimes even when he is close at hand, he feels like he is far away.
Yiying used to always wonder if people like Qiu Zhuoping would live a very tiring life, but later she thought that might be his way of life, and he had gotten used to it.
Yiying walked lightly to the double bed, she lay on it on her side and covered herself with a blanket.
She watched him secretly. He was reading the documents carefully and writing something on them with a pen. When he felt sleepy, he would take a sip of hot coffee.
Yiying wanted to say something, but couldn't bear to disturb him while he was working, so she turned over, faced the wall, closed her eyes and rested.
In the dream, Yiying returned to the university library. Qiu Zhuoping put labels with English words on her body, and she could tear them off after memorizing them. However, she always had trouble remembering words, so she often followed Qiu Zhuoping with labels on her body.
While other couples go to the movies for romance, they only watch American TV series with English subtitles. After watching a movie, Qiu Zhuoping would suddenly recite English lines with her in the protagonist's voice. If she couldn't recite the lines, she would continue to review the movie next time.
She also saw in her dream that Qiu Zhuoping bought a bucket of popcorn and went into the theater with her. After the movie started, she wanted to eat the popcorn, but Qiu Zhuoping stretched out his hand to move the popcorn out of her reach and said coldly, "How do you say popcorn in English?"
"Popcorn in English..." Yiying pretended to rack her brains to think while peeking at the popcorn in Qiu Zhuoping's hand.
When she saw the opportunity to grab the popcorn, Qiu Zhuoping turned around and stood up with the popcorn.
"oops!"
Yiying woke up from her dream. At this moment, she grabbed the coral fleece bed sheet and threw it on the floor of the office. The cold touch made her extremely sober. Although this dream was not long, it made her mood change from happy to sad.
