Mr. Wang smiled slowly, his old body and gray hair swaying slightly in the cold wind.
"If you help me like this, I should reciprocate. I accepted the interview you mentioned before. Let reporter Song interview me now."
Song Lan was overjoyed, with a sweet smile on her lips.
"Thank you so much!"
It was already very late, and Song Lanqiao ended the interview before midnight to prevent the old man from staying up late which would be bad for his health.
After saying goodbye to Mr. Wang, Song Lan walked out of the alley with the original copy of the interview and was about to wave to stop the taxi on the roadside.
Suddenly, an urban off-road vehicle parked in front of Song Lan, as if it had been waiting for a long time.
The car window was lowered, revealing half of the man's handsome face. He Chaozhi tilted his head with a smile and raised his eyebrows.
"Get in the car and I'll take you home."
Song Lan was still immersed in the surprise of a car suddenly appearing in front of him: "How did you know I was here?"
He Chaozhi smiled, lazy but handsome: "Because I have magic. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Song Lan: "Don't come here."
She rolled her pretty eyes and tugged on the strap of her bag.
It was a bit unsafe for a woman to take a taxi home so late at night.
For safety reasons, Song Lan got into He Chaozhi's car.
He Chaozhi smiled: "Then shall I set off?"
He Chaozhi sent her downstairs.
Song Lan was thinking about her interview script and went straight upstairs to go home without looking back.
She came to the study room, put down her bag, and inserted the USB disk into the computer to read the original interview document. The curtains in front of the window sill were blown up by the night breeze.
Song Lan was afraid of the cold and walked over to close the window.
When I glanced out of the corner of my eye, I realized that He Chaozhi had not left.
His slender figure was leaning against the car, his long eyelashes slightly raised, as if he was looking at her window in a trance.
A cigarette burned at his fingertips, causing curls of smoke to blur his deep, dark eyes.
Song Lan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly drew up the curtains and quickly closed the window.
She returned to her desk to work, but she couldn't get into working mode.
He was clearly staring at the screen, but what appeared in front of his eyes was the man's face that was staring deeply at the window just now.
The originally coherent heart was suddenly disturbed.
The next day.
Song Lan went to the company and presented the interview.
The minister actually wanted to test Song Lan this time, so he deliberately arranged the most difficult task for her.
I didn't expect her to finish it so quickly and so neatly and beautifully.
After thinking about it, he reported the matter to Jun Zetian.
"You said that it only took Song Lan three days to get an interview with the shadow puppet artist, and he also called on the firefighters and police to make up for the old man's regrets?"
Jun Zetian couldn't believe these things when he heard them.
This kind of humanistic care is difficult to reflect in the work of corporate employees.
Song Lan not only completed the tasks assigned by the company so well, he was also considerate of the interviewees' mood and made good friends with them.
This is really...
The minister smiled from ear to ear and nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Jun, I didn't expect that this Song Lan really has two skills. Our project department really picked up a treasure for nothing."
Jun Zetian glanced at him sideways and said funnyly: "If she didn't have any skills, would I hand-pick her to join the company?"
The minister came to his senses and hurriedly bowed and flattered him: "That's Mr. Jun's sharp eyes. He can spot real gold at a glance."
Jun Zetian waved his hand and asked the minister to leave first.
He pressed his fingertips on the dark table and tapped it carelessly.
"This Song Lan is really a talent."
The cell phone on the table started buzzing. Jun Zetian answered it, and Mrs. Jun's gentle and calm voice flowed from the phone.
"Zetian, Song Lan has been working for you for a while, right? How is her performance? I know you can't stand it. You haven't dismissed her for so many days. It shows that she is indeed capable. So when will you let her go?
She brought her back and asked me to see her, and I missed her too."
Jun Zetian naturally would not refuse his mother's request.
"I know, my son will tell her now."
After hanging up the phone from Jun's mother, Jun Zetian sent a message to Song Lan.
"When are you free? My mother wants to see you."
A text message that was originally sparse and ordinary was seen by someone who shouldn't have read it.
Song Lan went to print the document and put the phone on the desk.
One of the interns who had an argument with her in the bathroom last time, one named Wang Juan, was passing by.
Seeing her phone light up, he moved over to take a look at it with evil intentions. When he did so, he happened to catch a glimpse of the text message from Jun Zetian.
She suddenly grabbed Song Lan's cell phone, opened the text message, and started yelling.
"Song Lan, it turns out that you really got your position by selling yourself, and Mr. Jun allows you to meet your parents so quickly? You are so skillful, why don't you teach everyone?"
Everyone originally looked at Song Lan with admiration based on Mr. Wang's interview.
Now that they saw this message, they all looked at each other with subtle expressions.
Song Lan turned around, walked over with a cold face, grabbed his phone, and said coldly: "Wang Juan, your parents never taught you that touching other people's things without permission is stealing.
?"
Wang Juan thought she had caught Song Lan's seven inches, and raised her chin in a sullen voice.
"Stealing? Humph, Song Lan, who can steal better than you? Just because of your relationship with Mr. Jun, you stole the quota of regular employees and squeezed us out. How dare you say that?"
"You are incompetent yourself. You can make a document and report full of errors and omissions. You still want to be a regular employee. It's a joke."
Song Lan gave her a look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
There was clearly no emotion at all, but Wang Juan felt extremely ridiculed.
It's like he is just a piece of garbage at Song Lan's feet!
Wang Juan screamed like a firecracker being lit: "You are a social butterfly, how dare you talk nonsense here, for fear that others will not know how playful you are, right?"
Song Lan didn't want to get entangled with her, so he reported it directly to the minister and let him handle it.
When she heard the word "social butterfly", her keen nerves suddenly moved.
"……Can you say that again?"
"I said you were a social butterfly, what, am I wrong? You think everyone has to support you because you are beautiful, right?" Wang Juan continued to yell.
Song Lan narrowed her apricot eyes and rolled up her sleeves slowly, revealing a white and bright wrist like a cold moon.
"Wang Juan, you asked for this."
Before anyone could react, Song Lan raised his hand and slapped him away.
This slap was so powerful that Song Lan's hands were numb.
She stared at Wang Juan expressionlessly, Gu Ao and Ling Ran Han Xue came out of the dust.
"Remember, this slap is just the beginning. I will hit you again the next time!"
Wang Juan was stunned by the slap. It took her a while to recover, and she screamed and cried.
"You dare to hit me, you actually dare to hit me, Song Lan, I will fight with you!"
The whole office was noisy and a commotion.
Soon, the company's upper management was alarmed.
After Jun Zetian heard about this, he came to the project department office and frowned first when he looked at Wang Juan who was acting like a lunatic.
