Chapter 140 It’s not a discussion, it’s a notification
It is not certain whether Xu Nianhe and Wen Siheng are really in love with each other. Based on such a small detail, Jian Anran is unwilling to be sentimental and make her own groundless speculations about this matter.
"It has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me..." Jian Anran said silently in her heart.
Jian Anran let out a long sigh as she watched Xu Nianhe take a few steps and was stopped by a classmate. He bent down to comment on the classmate's design affectionately.
"What are you doing? You're looking sad." Ning Beibei asked while playing the B game on her mobile phone.
Jian Anran sighed again: "Who do you think I should look for in the future? Is it my ex-husband? Or my ex-husband's ex."
Of course she said it very quietly as her relationship sounded extremely complicated.
"But then again, didn't you say you don't play B-games in public places? You said you don't have a sense of immersion, but you're afraid that the sense of immersion will be too strong and get out of control." Jian Anran asked after glancing at Ning Beibei's screen. p>
"There is a mission that is about to end, and I have no choice but to do it."
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Seeing that nothing special happened in the professional class today, Jian Anran sneaked back to the office upstairs, hoping to take a break from the pair of former happy enemies for ten minutes during this long professional class.
"Pa!"
At the door, I heard a loud muffled sound inside, which was the sound of documents falling on the table.
As soon as she opened the door and came in, she saw Mi Yingying's furious expression. Jian Anran felt that this was probably the first time she had seen what it looked like to be angry in real life.
Her hair seemed to stand on end, and Mi Yingying's neck turned red. She glanced at the files on the desktop angrily.
"Good guy, in total we have done three months of useless work!" Her sudden words left everyone present confused.
Seeing that she was about to say something to Xiangyi, Song Qi immediately stood up alertly. Without a moment's hesitation, he took a few steps forward and immediately blocked himself between Mi Yingying and Xiangyi.
"Calm down, calm down. No matter what happens, it can be discussed. If you have anything to say, talk it over." Song Qi whispered in Mi Yingying's ear.
"Can it be discussed?" Mi Yingying was furious when she heard this. She quickly walked to the desk, picked up a document on the table, opened the cover, and shoved the document in front of Song Qi. "Senior, look, is this something negotiable?"
There was too much content in the document, and Song Qi's eyes were scanning left and right, and for a while he didn't see anything wrong with the document.
A cool breeze poured into the office from the corridor, and Mi Yingying noticed Jian Anran standing at the door with a confused look on her face.
"School sister, you came just in time." Mi Yingying stepped forward and held Jian Anran's hand, pulled her to the desk, and stuffed a document into her hand.
"You should also take a look."
Glancing at the contents of the approval documents, Jian Anran was familiar with them. Most of these simple writing tasks were handled by her.
But seeing Mi Yingying's angry look, Jian Anran's heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Is there a fatal error somewhere in the file?
Probably seeing that Jian Anran was as confused as Song Qi, Mi Yingying was speechless for a moment, then stretched out her index finger to click on a line of text in the table in the lower right corner of the document——
Written in the table is the list of persons responsible for each stage of the drawing.
The general person in charge, Xiang Chengxian.
"Xiangcheng first..." Jian Anran recited the name silently.
The name is very familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.
Mi Yingying raised her chin in front of her and looked in her direction. Jian Anran saw Xiangyi sitting on the chair.
Xiangyi, Xiangchengxian, both have the surname Xiang...
Is it the Prime Minister and Vice-President?!
Pupils subconsciously dilated. Jian Anran seemed not to believe her conjecture at all. She hurriedly closed the document and confirmed the words on the cover——
2023 Ludao City Affordable Housing Project.
"Look, we think we need to discuss it. We only bring the materials over after they have submitted them for approval. Is this an attitude of consultation? This is called notification!"
Wen Siheng's name was randomly stuffed into an inconspicuous position at the bottom.
What does this mean?
How did this project become his deputy director’s project overnight?
Did the Prime Minister and Vice-President see that the project had won the bid, so he hurriedly took all the credit for himself?
She had always thought that such outrageous things would only appear in movies and TV dramas. For the first time, Jian Anran truly felt that drama comes from life.
What happened in real life was far more outrageous than in the script. Even a capable and well-connected returnee like Wen Siheng couldn't escape this so-called suppression from superiors and subordinates?
Looking at Xiangyi with swaying eyes, with a little hope, Jian Anran cast a look at Xiangyi for help.
Xiangyi, there is a high probability that she can get inside information, right?
Even if there is a one in ten thousand chance, she hopes Xiangyi can stand up and deny it.
She's eating an apple again, eating that damn apple.
With a look of leisurely clouds and wild cranes, Xiangyi was so calm and relaxed that it seemed as if all this had nothing to do with her.
"What are you looking at?" Xiangyi took a bite of the apple and said angrily.
"See if you are also a country thief! Your ancestors came from the Korean Peninsula, right?" Mi Yingying said angrily, "You can do this kind of thing, so you are not ashamed at all?"
"What am I ashamed of? What am I ashamed of?" Xiangyi stood up immediately.
"My name is not on it, it's not 2023 anymore. Don't tell me that you still want to play the continuous sitting method from the Warring States Period, right?" Xiangyi retorted.
"You!" Mi Yingying was speechless for a moment, and Mi Yingying almost cried in anger.
"Is Teacher Wen still teaching you?" Mi Yingying looked at Jian Anran who was at a loss and asked.
Nodding, Jian Anran confirmed her question.
Thinking of the last time she had an emotional breakdown, in order to avoid another tragedy, Song Qi pulled Mi Yingying out of the office without saying a word.
Suddenly only Jian Anran and Xiangyi were left in the room.
Looking at Jian Anran coldly, Xiangyi had no intention of speaking. He continued to take a bite of the apple, turned around and sat back in his seat.
"You just know it too, right?"
Jian Anran didn't understand what answer she wanted to get from Xiangyi.
From a suitable angle, over there is my uncle.
On the other hand, she is from Wen Siheng's studio. Even if the Vice President is her uncle, it will not do her any good to have the Vice President's name on the project.
Seeing that the other party didn't turn around for a long time, Jian Anran was silent for a moment facing Xiangyi's back.
When she didn't get an answer, she was just about to open the door and leave when she heard a small voice from behind.
