"What happened?" Another person asked curiously, "Plagiarized that?"
"I'm not telling you that, if you didn't know that Xiangyi is not a good person in the first place, and their studio's public relations are so vague, those who didn't know would have thought that the teacher randomly selected a student to take the blame."
The man laughed out loud immediately after hearing this, "What kind of serious public relations can their studio have?"
"You don't know, right? I heard that the person running their official account is even an undergraduate and an office assistant."
"Isn't it?" Another person lowered his voice, "Isn't the office assistant paid by the school?"
"Use the school's funds to hire an operator for myself. I usually see him driving around in luxury cars, but I didn't expect that Wen Siheng would be so picky."
"But that's not what I want to say." The man said mysteriously.
"What what?"
"I also heard what others said. You have to promise me not to tell others. The last time someone saw the new drawings printed by their studio in the data room, it was a renovation project for a store in the old city."
"Old reform?" The man said immediately, "Wen Siheng also knows how to follow the trend. This subject is very popular."
"No wonder Mi Yingying from their studio has been talking about how busy and hard she is lately. It turns out she got a new project."
"But did you know? The total area they renovated is only fifty square meters."
"Fifty square meters?" The man opposite looked very surprised and laughed out loud, "You have been working for so long, just for fifty square meters? Isn't it?"
"Yes, yes," someone next to him came out to agree, "The projects our Professor Zhao has received recently are all 70,000 square meters in size. Is the old renovation of 50 square meters enough to support a studio?" p>
"Yes, yes, congratulations. Your studio is taking on real estate projects like this, so that's how you make money!"
"That's why I said it. It sounded nice at first, but everyone thought he was a returnee doctor because he had outstanding abilities, but after all the effort, he just ended up like this..."
"..."
When she first talked about Xiangyi, Mi Yingying thought it was okay to just listen. But when she got more and more outrageous, she was so angry that she wanted to rush out and scold her, but the gossipers walked further and further away, waiting for her.
When I got to the door, there was no trace of anyone else.
"Senior, this way!"
Looking in the direction of the sound, Mi Yingying immediately saw Jian Anran sitting in the atrium.
"Did you hear the nonsense that a few people said just now?" Mi Yingying, who was furious as she violently opened the takeout packaging, transferred all her anger to the hands of the people who opened the takeout.
Initially she shook her head, but when she saw Mi Yingying's almost angry eyes, Jian Anran nodded obediently.
"There's no way, three people make a tiger," she sighed helplessly, "the more rumors spread, the more outrageous it becomes."
……
After lunch, they wanted to go downstairs for a walk. As soon as Jian Anran and Mi Yingying stood up, they saw the elevator door at the end of the corridor open, and Wen Siheng, wearing a white shirt and classic skin, walked over carrying a stack of documents.
"Hello, teacher!" Mi Yingying waved first.
"Are you here?" Wen Siheng nodded this way, "Want to go out?"
Nodding, Mi Yingying immediately picked up the takeout box in her hand and shook it towards him, "Throw away the trash and go downstairs for a walk."
"That's it." Wen Siheng opened the office door and suddenly froze on the spot. He paused for a moment before turning around, "Come back as soon as possible. Let's open an account."
"We're not leaving then. We'll be right back after throwing it away." Before Jian Anran could react, Mi Yingying had already grabbed her arm, and the two of them walked quickly towards the elevator.
After throwing away the trash, I couldn't wait to return to the office. When I opened the door, I happened to see Wen Siheng looking for something in the file cabinet.
"Teacher, do you need anything?" Mi Yingying stood up very actively, "I just sorted it out last week, and I know exactly where you are looking for."
"Is that so? Thank you for your hard work," Wen Siheng turned around and smiled, "I wanted to find information on the Ludao project, but I couldn't find it for a while."
"Ludao?" Hearing this keyword seemed to trigger some mechanism in Mi Yingying's body, and she immediately became alert, "What's going on over there?"
Even Song Qi on the side couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes widened curiously as he waited for Wen Siheng to continue.
"No, no, don't be nervous, everyone," he smiled again, "Their foundation was reorganized last week. They said that the previous file management was in a mess. Please contact us to resubmit a material."
"So do we have another chance?" Jian Anran stood aside and couldn't help but speak.
Without following her gaze, Wen Siheng seemed to be answering her question, "The other party only said that they were asking for additional submissions. We shouldn't have high expectations, but we can't slack off during this period of time."
"Okay," Wen Siheng took out the information from the filing cabinet and patted the dust on it, "I have sorted out the adjustment opinions for the old renovation project. I will work hard on everyone after the lunch break."
He originally wanted to stuff the document into his briefcase, but after trying it twice he found that it couldn't fit at all. Wen Siheng hurried out with the document in his arms.
"Do you think there is hope?" Mi Yingying suddenly asked.
Jian Anran was just about to shake her head and say she didn't know, when she suddenly heard Song Qi in the corner say, "I saw Zhang Peiwen last time."
"Zhang Peiwen?" Mi Yingying asked.
The name was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, but Jian Anran couldn't remember it for a while.
"The CEO of Zhang Group is also the executive director of Ludao Foundation, the actual decision-maker of this affordable housing project." Song Qi explained.
"So?" Mi Yingying was still confused, "Where did I see him?"
Song Qi's eyes swept over Jian Anran's body vaguely, and finally focused on the white wall behind her, "Ludao Hotel, on the day of the bidding meeting, the other party seemed to be very familiar with our teacher." p>
Tender meeting?
Pupils dilated instantly, Jian Anran stared at Song Qi nervously, and subconsciously swallowed her saliva.
The day of the bidding meeting? Wasn't it the time when she and Wen Siheng met the Zhang couple downstairs in the lobby of Ludao Hotel?
She was completely present during the first half of the conversation. Jian Anran clearly remembered that she went to the restaurant at the back because she was afraid that others would become suspicious.
I don’t know if Song Qi saw her question. Just like Schrödinger’s cat, he may or may not have seen it.
She originally thought that the matter would be over when she received the divorce certificate, but Jian Anran never expected that there would be another layer of unknowability.
Mi Yingying was obviously very interested in this topic and immediately rushed to Song Qi, "So, senior, you are saying that the other party is likely to support our project?"
"It's possible," Song Qi turned his head, "You think so, right? Classmate An Ran."
