There was a press conference in the company, so Jiang Ruolan as an intern needed to participate.
"Sis Jiang, haven't you worked for our company before? If I'm not mistaken, there was a story of two old men who had built the 'Love Stairs' the previous summer. Which newspaper edition was that? I can't find it on the computer."
Jiang Ruolan paused for a moment. As she was thinking about it, someone suddenly called out to her from behind.
"Little Jiang."
It was Wan Shoushan, who worked alongside her two years ago. Wan Shoushan, aged thirty-three, had just divorced his ex-wife, and had no children, and was one of the people in charge of their newspaper. He was an editor-in-chief who also worked in the Department of Commerce.
Two years ago, Jiang Ruolan had just graduated from university and joined the company as an intern, and Wan Shoushan was her trainee mentor, who helped her a lot. At that time, there were rumors in the company that Jiang Ruolan would be promoted as soon as she entered the company. It was said that she was promoted upon entering the company due to Wan Shoushan's hidden rules.
It caused a bad effect, so the two of them didn't get to know each other much. Now that she saw him again, although she didn't feel awkward at all, she did feel a little surprised, especially when the gazes of some old employees in the company focused on them.
Jiang Ruolan greeted him with a broad smile, polite and distant. Wan Shoushan didn't walk towards her. He just smiled at her and headed straight to another exhibition area to check the layout.
The projector began broadcasting some of the company's magazine and newspaper's special topics. Jiang Ruolan had made the post, but in reality, it was nothing more than some relevant information. Once it was compiled, the newspaper report will be displayed at their annual exhibition.
Halfway through the arrangement for the exhibition, the whispers of a few old employees from the company were heard, "Say, when our editor-in-chief Wan had just divorced that year, wasn't Jiang Ruolan came to our company for an internship? And since editor-in-chief Wan was so good to her, was she the mistress who ruined his marriage?"
"Who knew? At that time there were so many seniors in our company, how could they promote her to be the chief editor of the small department in more than a year? I don't believe if anyone says that she wasn't under the influence of the unwritten rules! Besides, I was still suspicious of her. Didn't she resign a few months ago? So, why is she back? What game is she playing?"
These people's voices were not so loud, but at this time, no voices were heard from the crowd, so that their voices were heard by almost half of the people present.
The entire hall was silent.
This wasn't the first time this had happened to Jiang Ruolan. Sometimes, it was hard to tell what was happening to the world. When a man's subordinates were promoted to higher levels, the woman must have slept with him.
In those two years, she didn't have any ambiguous relationships with Wan Shoushan, other than as colleagues. Later on, when they discussed a topic, they had to include other colleagues with them as well.
Jiang Ruolan didn't sit close to him at a company gathering, neither did she dare to send him off when they went to the same place.
She, Jiang Ruolan, had never let anyone down in her life, but why did employees at this company often find fault with her. She couldn't argue. The more she tried to argue, the more it would be distorted. She could only smile and look at the women who were still whispering.
When you were swimming without a lifebuoy, if you didn't have a swimming coach, and swimming deep into the stormy sea, you would learn much faster than you would in a swimming pool, because if you couldn't learn very well, you would drown.
When you truly drown and sink to the bottom of the sea, the onlookers would laugh and point at you, then talk about it after a meal and pretend to sigh and pity with your fate.
It was funny. If this world didn't have those deceitful scumbags and if it weren't for every step she took since she was young to survive, then she wouldn't be the current Jiang Ruolan.
Sometimes it's hard to tell whether the arrows in the dark will hurt you or make you stronger.
Xie Mei walked over and stood beside Jiang Ruolan. She whispered, "These bastards, they should look themselves in the mirror. What they mock and ridicule is nothing more than jealousy!"
Jiang Ruolan just smiled. When she saw Wan Shoushan's distant but concerned gaze, she curled her lips. If she had been so firm at the time, perhaps some things wouldn't have come to this.
***
H City, Xian Group.
"President Xian, Miss Zhou was waiting for you this morning again." The moment Xian Zihao walked into Xian Group, his new secretary replacing Du Yating, quickly walked up to him and reported in a low voice.
At this moment, Zhou Shufen's voice was heard from behind him, "Zihao!"
Xian Zihao frowned. When his distant and cold expression shifted to Zhou Shufen, it became even more indifferent. "Is something matter?"
Zhou Shufen walked over slowly. "Zihao, I want to talk to you. You've been avoiding me recently. I-"
"I don't have time." The elevator door opened with a "ding" sound. Xian Zihao walked straight to the elevator with a calm expression on his face.
"Zihao, I just want to ask, on that day, just what exactly did my grandfather do?" Zhou Shufen hurriedly asked when she saw the elevator door slowly closed.
Xian Zihao ignored her. The elevator door was tightly shut and Xian Zihao's impassive face immediately disappeared.
Zhou Shufen stood there in a daze, suddenly laughing at herself.
"President Xian, Secretary Gao's job will begin in the next few days. Do you need me to call him to your office?" The moment the elevator reached the twentieth floor, Assistant Bai came over respectfully.
Xian Zihao did not stop his footsteps. "Have him come to my office."
"Alright." Just as Assistant Bai was about to leave, she was stopped by Xian Zihao.
"Before the Spring Festival, all the country's financial executives will have a meeting in F City. I will be there earlier because the work that needs to be completed in half a month has already been completed." He said lightly.
"Earlier?" Assistant Bai was stunned. "But the Spring Festival is coming soon. You have some meetings in Beijing before the Spring Festival. How long do you plan to stay in F City?"
Xian Zihao walked straight to his office and said, "At least half a month."
"Half…Half a month …" Assistant Bai was dumbfounded. 'Is President Xian not planning to go to Beijing this year?'
