The other party rolled her eyes angrily at her flexible words, left her words "we'll see", and walked away angrily on her high heels.
Fanyue's management and Qin Sheng were old friends. They treated Song Lan with kindness, at least they didn't make things difficult for her.
Song Lan was so talented that he was selected as a regular employee within a month and began to conduct interviews on his own.
The assistant who was interviewing with her was an intern at the same time, a boy who had just graduated, Xiao Leng.
After the interview, the two returned to the company. While driving, Xiao Leng kept marveling: "Sister Lan, what you said just now is so awesome. Although we are interns in the same class, I estimate that after ten more years of training, we will be better."
I won’t fuck you.”
Song Lan smiled modestly: "I have worked a few more years than you and have more work experience than you. When you work for a few more years, you will be better than me."
The two returned to Fanyue talking and laughing, and when they walked in, the head of the human resources department came over and handed a resignation letter to Song Lan.
"Sister Fang, what is this?"
Song Lan was stunned.
Sister Fang, the head of the human resources department, said calmly: "The company just issued an order that you have been fired by Fanyue. Hurry up and pack your things and leave."
"Sister Fang, what did I do wrong? Why should I be fired? Can you give me a reason, Sister Fang..."
Song Lan didn't understand why she went out for an interview and was fired when she came back.
She quickly caught up with Sister Fang, trying to find a reason.
I saw a tall and slender figure walking out of the president's office coldly, with a smile on his lips that seemed to be careless.
The moment he saw that person, Song Lan suddenly understood everything.
Why was she fired? Why didn't he let her go no matter where she went?
She had finally managed to get a job, but as soon as she saw a glimmer of hope, He Chaozhi cruelly cut it off!
Why!
Song Lan threw the resignation letter aside and walked straight up, blocking He Chaozhi's path.
He Chaozhi looked at the sudden figure in front of him and narrowed his long eyes: "——Song Lan?"
"Congratulations!"
Song Lan experienced death and became more courageous.
In Night City, if you offend the He family, you will die anyway.
She can't escape.
But before she died, she had to ask He Chaozhi——
Why on earth are you using these dirty methods to drag her into the quagmire again!?
"He Chaozhi, I know you hate me and hate me. If anything happens, you will come at me. Threatening Fanyue to fire me is nothing. You can hit me or scold me. Is there any fun in jeopardizing your life?
?”
He Chaozhi finally understood her purpose from her angry questioning.
He clenched his molars, pressed his tongue against his right cheek in displeasure, and said in a gloomy voice, "So you think you were fired because of my instigation?"
"Isn't that right? When you weren't here, I was clearly working very well here. But today when you came here, I was suddenly fired. There was no reason. Please tell me why!"
Song Lan tilted her head, her eyes were red, but she tried not to shed a single tear, showing weakness in public!
The thing she regrets most in her life is not taking revenge on He Chaozhi, but not listening to her aunt and killing He Chaozhi in that mudslide!
That leaves endless trouble!
"If you want my life, you can come and take it directly. There is no need to interfere with my work. My father's medical expenses can only be provided by my salary. If you really want to commit suicide, I will not sit still and wait for death!
"
"Song Lan, calm down!"
He Chaozhi's throat was so dry and itchy that he just wanted to smoke a cigarette to relieve his boredom.
Since Song Lan left him, his habit of smoking one cigarette every three or two days has evolved into several cigarettes a day.
Only the strong smell of smoke could suppress his anger.
With a sullen face, he pinched Song Lan's chin and forced her to look directly at him: "Do you really think that I, He Chaozhi, need to resort to secret tactics to cut off a person's livelihood? I'm telling you, Song Lan, I'm here to talk today.
Project, I don’t care whether you work here or not!”
"Do you think I will believe you if you say this? I ran into obstacles everywhere in Night City, and you refused to let me go when I got to the nightclub. Isn't it all your fault, Mr. He?"
Song Lan broke the jar, shook off He Chaozhi's hand, and took two unsteady steps back.
"I'm not in the mood to play with you, He Chaozhi, either kill me or stop showing up in my life. I hate you!"
Song Lan took a deep look at He Chaozhi, turned around and left.
No matter how ruthless her eyes were, there was only red resentment.
He Chaozhi's figure froze slightly, and he stood silently for a long time. He irritably took out a cigarette, crushed it in his hand, and twisted it off.
He cursed in a low voice.
Zhou Qu and Fanyue's several senior executives remained silent, fearing that if Mr. He was on the verge of becoming agitated, they would step on him and be shattered to pieces.
Their friendship with He Chaozhi is not as deep as that of Song Lan...
Fanyue's president, Mr. Jiang, had just finished telling the human resources department about dismissing Song Lan when the office door was banged and kicked open.
Seeing He Chaozhi with a gloomy face, as if he was a messenger from hell, Mr. Jiang was so frightened that he could no longer hold his phone and stood up tremblingly.
"Mr. He, didn't you just leave? Why are you back again..."
"Did you ask Song Lan to be fired?" He Chaozhi lowered his dark eyes and stared at Mr. Jiang coldly.
Mr. Jiang was so scared that he was sweating. He took out the silk handkerchief from his arms and carefully tucked his forehead.
"Mr. He, look at what you said, Song Lan is someone Qin Sheng has specially appointed, and she has outstanding business capabilities. How could we fire her?"
"Then what's going on?"
He Chaozhi grabbed the resignation letter and slapped it in front of Mr. Jiang.
"Explain it to me?"
This is the resignation letter that Song Lan left just now.
Song Lan left in a hurry and took nothing with him.
Mr. Jiang glanced at the dismissal letter and secretly regretted that he had not fired Song Lan sooner rather than later while He Chaozhi was still there...
The cold sweat on his forehead started flowing like crazy when he turned on the faucet.
"This, this, Mr. He, I don't dare to hide it. To tell you the truth, this is... that lady's handiwork. We, Fanyue, are caught in the middle and are in a very difficult position. We hope Mr. He will stop embarrassing us.
"
…
Leaving Fanyue alone, Song Lan asked for nothing, including a name brand, a work permit, and a letter of dismissal.
Anyway, it was all for Fan Yue and had nothing to do with her.
She was walking on the street in a daze, and she could only be thankful that the five hundred thousand she earned from drinking and getting injured would be enough to pay for her father's next stage of surgery, otherwise, she would really be forced to death.
Suddenly it began to rain lightly, and in an instant it turned into a heavy downpour.
Song Lan hurriedly looked for a place to take shelter from the rain and accidentally entered the roof of a restaurant.
She patted her soaked shirt, turned around, and saw a burning candle and roses in the glass window of the restaurant.
This is the restaurant where He Chaozhi proposed to her not long ago.
