"Song Lan, you are so smart and capable. Is it okay to leave Jiang Wei to you?" Du Qin said with a half-smile.
Song Lan was silent for a moment, "No problem, leave it to me."
Du Qin showed a strange smile, "Then I will wait for your interview transcript. This is an assessment of your deputy director. If you can successfully interview Jiang Wei, I will recognize you as the deputy director. In addition, I will send He
Xiaoya will be your assistant. You two will set off in the afternoon to interview Jiang Wei."
After saying that, Du Qin threw down the burden and left.
He Xiaoya walked over and sighed repeatedly.
"Sister Lan, why did you accept this interview? You could obviously refuse."
Song Lan was surprised, "What's wrong? Why can't you pick it up?"
"You don't know that after Jiang Wei became disabled, many reporters came to interview her but she was kicked out. She is a well-known tough guy in the industry. Du Qin is not testing you. He is clearly asking you to give up. It's over now.
..." He Xiaoya shook her head.
She was not worried about herself. She was worried that Song Lan would not be able to complete the interview and Du Qin would take the opportunity to deprive him of the deputy director's authority.
Song Lan lowered his eyes, smiled lightly, and said calmly, "It's okay, even if it wasn't Jiang Wei, she would have given me other tough tasks."
You can avoid the first grade of junior high school, but you can't avoid the fifteenth grade.
It would be better for her to interview Jiang Wei in person. At least, she would give Jiang Wei the most basic respect.
In the afternoon, Song Lan took He Xiaoya up the mountain.
The two of us went there by taxi, but we didn't expect to miss it halfway.
The driver said, "The mountain road is so steep that the car cannot drive up it. You can climb up by yourself."
He Xiaoya raised her head and glanced at the endless mountain road.
"How long does it take to climb? Master, can't you think of another way?"
"It's okay, let's climb, don't waste time." Song Lan paid the fare quickly.
She has already climbed it once in the morning, so she has experience.
But it was painful for He Xiaoya.
He Xiaoya climbed for an hour before reaching the halfway point of the mountain, panting from exhaustion.
"What's wrong with this Jiang Wei? Why does she live in such a remote place? How long will it take for her to climb up?"
Song Lan calmly patted He Xiaoya on the shoulder.
"Just take this as a test."
Two hours later, the two finally arrived at Jiang Wei's villa.
As soon as He Xiaoya reached the top, she sat down on the ground and refused to move even a step.
Song Lan sat on the stone to rest for a while, then knocked on the door.
"why is it you again?"
Jiang Wei saw Song Lan's sweaty face through the surveillance camera and said tangledly.
"Didn't you come here once this morning? I told you that I would not accept your interview."
"I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, can we use the excuse of drinking water? The car was abandoned halfway and we climbed up. We are too tired..." Song Lan asked breathlessly.
Jiang Wei hesitated for a while, seeing that they were really pitiful, and reluctantly opened the door.
"The water is on the table. Drink it yourself."
"Thank you, Miss Jiang." Song Lan said sincerely.
She changed her shoes and walked into the living room. Behind her, He Xiaoya burst into sighs.
Although Jiang Wei can no longer dance, there are dance equipment everywhere in her home.
Huge pictures are hung all over the wall, and dance costumes and ballet shoes are hung in crystal cabinets, which shows Jiang Wei's obsession with dancing.
When they saw her selfishness, Jiang Wei used her wheelchair to block the cabinet and the pictorial in shame.
"Stop looking, just go out after drinking the water."
He Xiaoya quickly looked away.
Song Lan said calmly, "Miss Jiang's home is so beautiful. Is that dance costume the one you won the gold medal in the Polish International Dance Competition four years ago?"
Jiang Wei raised her head in surprise, "Do you know him?"
Song Lan smiled and said ashamedly, "I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, I was rude this morning, but I really like your dancing. I have gone to see all your works and admire your excellent dancing skills."
I saw that she didn't start talking about the interview as soon as she came in. Instead, she started talking about dancing.
Jiang Wei's hostile gaze was a bit gentler.
"I also like this dance costume..."
Jiang Wei looked through the crystal glass and caressed the dance costume that was as good as new inside, her eyes flushed.
But she quickly forced herself to distance herself from unrealistic fantasies and said mockingly to herself.
"What's the use of liking it? I'm a useless person now. Not only can I dance in this life, I can't even stand up. I should burn all these clothes and dancing shoes, otherwise it will only make me look ugly."
Like a joke!”
Sensing Jiang Wei's disgust with me, Song Lan quickly comforted her.
"Ms. Jiang, although you can no longer dance now, your past glory still exists, and no one has forgotten it. If you can no longer close yourself up, step out bravely, and try to look at the peaceful life now with another perspective,
Maybe it will make you feel more comfortable."
"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to tell me what to do? Do you understand my pain? People like you with sound legs will not understand me. You can only stand and talk without backache!"
Jiang Wei screamed sensitively, "As expected, reporters are all virtuous. I don't want to see you, so get out of here. I'll be upset and disgusted when I see you walking and jumping!"
She grabbed the water glass at hand and threw it at Song Lan and He Xiaoya.
Seeing her excitement, Song Lan was afraid of irritating her again, so she quickly left with He Xiaoya.
"Miss Jiang, please calm down and don't get so angry. We'll come back next time."
"Get out, you are not allowed to come here again, get out of here -"
A woman's scream of pain and collapse came from deep in the villa.
Outside the door, the mountains and forests are quiet and the sunshine is warm.
He Xiaoya patted her chest in shock.
"It's so scary. No wonder so many seniors in the industry have failed in interviews. This Jiang Wei is scarier than that old stubborn Liu De."
"Xiaoya, don't say that. Jiang Wei is already very strong. Someone else might not be able to do better than her."
Song Lan's eyes were calm, and he couldn't help but think of his childhood when his family was ruined.
Dad fell ill and was like a living dead...
The aunt stroked her little head over and over again and told her seriously.
"Lan Lan, that woman is not your mother, she is you and the enemy of our Song family. She is the murderer who destroyed our family. You must grow up quickly and help your father and aunt avenge you. You have no mother. Your mother,
She’s a bitch…”
"Sister Lan, Sister Lan?"
He Xiaoya's call brought Song Lan back to reality.
"Sister Lan, what's wrong with you, your face is so pale?" He Xiaoya touched her forehead worriedly.
"You don't have a fever, do you?"
"It's okay, I'm just tired from climbing the mountain." Song Lan smiled, but his eyes were extremely dark.
Not far away, a middle-aged man in a suit walked over.
He was holding a medical kit in his hand, looking elegant and polite.
"I am Jiang Wei's rehabilitation doctor, my surname is Qiao, who are you?"
Seeing an unfamiliar face that had never appeared before, Dr. Qiao asked warily.
Song Lan quickly stepped forward and handed over his business card.
"Hello, I am Song Lan, the deputy director of KEO magazine. We would like to interview Miss Jiang. Could you please tell us how Miss Jiang's legs are recovering now? We are very concerned about her."
