Chapter 44 Meeting

Han, however, looked at his gloomy eyes and hidden anger and said nothing more.

She had also long noticed that Jiang Jin always spoke of Gu Ningwei in a familiar and friendly manner in any public setting, but whenever he was with her, the three words "Gu Ningwei" were like a thorn, making him uneasy.

She thought that although they were nominally friends, they seemed to have some unknown contradictions and each had their own plans.

Han didn't know what kind of person Gu Ningwei was, but she had some understanding of what kind of person Jiang Jin was.

Jiang Jin has an extremely strong personality and a strong desire for control. He will not be satisfied with being under someone else for a long time. Being humble in front of the Gu family brothers and sisters does not suit his personality, but what can he do even if he doesn't want to? No matter how talented he is, he can't compare to those who come from wealthy families.

But these things have nothing to do with her. She is not from their circle and at most she can just be a spectator.

But now, she is not even interested in eating melon.

She didn't want to stay in the company, so she stood up, straightened her clothes and hair, and said calmly, "Boss Jiang, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first. I have an appointment with a client to discuss the contract details today."

Jiang Jin knew how she felt, so he didn't ask her which client she had an appointment with. He nodded and let her go.

Han walked to the door and was stopped by Jiang Jin again. She paused slightly, then felt his body slightly pressed against her, and his warm breath brushed her neck.

Han was startled and quickly dodged.

Jiang Jin's body remained motionless.

Han took a deep breath, walked to the door, opened the office door, and stood at the door and said to Jiang Jin respectfully: "Boss Jiang, I know everything. I will take care of the family affairs and will not cause trouble for the company."

Jiang Jin's face had changed into his usual calm expression. He nodded and said, "It's good that you know. Go ahead."

Han was only a few steps away from his office to his workstation, and these few steps attracted the attention of others who followed him.

Jiang Jin leaned against the door and watched, his lips slightly pursed, his face expressionless.

Han walked to his seat, tidied up the documents and notebooks on the desk, put them into his bag one by one, turned off the computer, put on his tote bag, and prepared to go out.

Yu Xiaoli slid her chair closer to her and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Han shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Yu Xiaoli pointed to Jiang Jin's office door and asked, "Did he say anything about you?"

Han lowered his eyes: "I said it."

Yu Xiaoli curiously inquired: "What did they say about you?"

"Talking about me..." Han pondered, glancing at the others next door who were also eavesdropping. He sighed and said, "What else can I say? It's just that if there are family matters, try to solve them at home, don't bring them to the company and affect work, and don't cause a bad impact on the company's reputation. He also said that if President Gu gets to know, the consequences will be even more unimaginable..."

She was talking nonsense.

Yu Xiaoli exclaimed, "Boss Gu, I'm afraid he already knew it. I just went to get Boss Li's signature, and I heard him calling Boss Gu..."

Han's expression froze for a moment: "Is Mr. Li also in the company today?"

She originally thought that Li Zhekai was on a business trip, but she didn't expect that he was also in the company.

Yu Xiaoli nodded. "Well, he has sharp ears even when he's not at the company. Xiao Mei went to complain, so he just came here for a while, probably wanting to find you. When he heard you were in President Jiang's office, he went back."

Han said nothing. She pulled the bag on her shoulder and said, "I'm going out to see a client. I don't want to stay here today."

Yu Xiaoli understood her: "Well, go quickly..."

Han nodded, put away the table and chairs, and prepared to leave the sales department office. As he was about to leave, he heard Jiang Jin's low voice: "Those who stay in the company will have a meeting in the conference room at 12:30 noon."

Han looked back, and Jiang Jin waved at her: "You go ahead, you don't have to participate."

Han quickened her pace and met unfamiliar colleagues from other departments along the way. They stopped and stared at her curiously, as if they were strange animals.

Han lowered her head and quickened her pace to go out. She didn't want to stay here for a minute today.

Standing downstairs of the company, looking up at the clear blue sky and the silver-gray glass curtain wall building, Han was a little dazed.

She didn't even know where she was going.

Without an appointment with a client, others might not have time to receive her, not to mention... She looked at her own shadow on the glass window, pale and haggard, like a lost ghost, not suitable to meet clients at all.

She slowly walked around to the back of the business district where the office building was located. There was a narrow alley with several stalls selling breakfast and snacks. Han smelled the fragrance and realized that she was already starving. She found a breakfast shop and went in, ordered a bowl of wontons and two taels of pot stickers, and sat there eating slowly, one bite at a time.

The wonton skin is as thin as crepe, with a little meat in the middle. The base soup is made from pork ribs, and is also added with pickled mustard greens and dried shrimps. It is very delicious. A sip slides directly into the throat, warm and delicious, and warms the hands and feet as well.

While eating, she looked at the narrow shop across the street. Outside the shop was a red, white and blue nylon awning, the walls were greasy and mottled, and there was a stainless steel sink next to the faucet, with piles of greasy dishes and bowls soaking in it. The drain was filled with detergent foam. People were squatting on the side of the road brushing shoes and washing clothes. Soapy water gurgled into the covered manhole, emitting a fishy and unpleasant odor.

She picked up the pot stickers from the plate woodenly, dipped them in vinegar, put them in her mouth, and ate them slowly, with tears in her eyes.

She only ate one pot sticker, and the rest was cold. The golden rapeseed oil had congealed on the plate, but Han pushed the plate away a little.

She took out her cell phone and called Han Youfang, but no one answered. She sent a WeChat message, but was told that she had been blocked.

Han sneered silently and threw the phone back into the bag.

She scanned the payment code on the wall and said to the boss, "I've paid." The boss was busy making wontons at the stove and didn't even look up. Only the external speaker of his mobile phone sounded, prompting that the money had arrived.

Han left the breakfast shop and circled back to the business district. Looking up at the towering, modern skyscrapers, he felt as if he were in another world. Who could have imagined that behind these tall, prosperous buildings lay dark, narrow, dilapidated streets and houses, and the people who lived in them?

She took the subway, avoiding rush hour. The subway was empty, but Han found a seat and sat down with her head resting on the stainless steel handrail beside her. She stared blankly at the long dark passage outside the window. Occasionally, a light flashed by, but it was an advertising sign.

She got off at the downtown station and was surrounded by shops and advertising booths. However, Han hadn't been there for a while, and for a moment she didn't know where she was.

Someone was handing out flyers, walked past her, and stuffed one into her hand with a smile. Han glanced at it and saw that it was the opening advertisement of Chengguang Group's new real estate project. She remembered that the Chengguang Group's real estate projects used to be known as the best, and people had to queue up to verify their capital and reach a certain level before they were eligible to view the properties. Not long ago, the real estate industry had become so desolate that they had to hand out promotional flyers at subway entrances.

Han threw the real estate advertisement into the trash can and strolled around with his hands behind his back.

On a weekday morning, not many people were around. The shop was deserted, with few people inside. She stopped by a manicure booth and took a few more glances. Then, an enthusiastic young girl pulled her hand and said, "Sister, your hands are so beautiful. Your fingers are plump and round, and your skin is white and tender. You can tell at a glance that you are destined for wealth and prosperity. Let me give you a manicure. I guarantee it will look even better."

Seeing Han was hesitant, she begged her pitifully, "Sister, please just make one. It's been several days and I haven't had a single customer. Please help us open a chapter and I'll give you a discount."

Han looked at her pitiful and childish face and was moved by what she said. He sat down on the stool, picked up a cherry in his eyes, and stretched out his fingers. The little girl finally opened her mouth and quickly took out the nail clippers to carefully cut her nails. While praising her beautiful fingers, Han smiled faintly and said, "I'm not as rich as you say. Look at the calluses on my fingertips, which shows that I have the hands of a working people."

As the girl applied nail polish to her, she said, "Sister, although you have a few calluses, your hands are beautiful and your skin is in good condition. With proper care, they will recover quickly. We also have hand masks here. I'll give them a try if you don't believe me."

Han was amused by her and smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a good salesman at such a young age. Forget it, I won't try it. If I try it, I'll feel embarrassed not to buy it."

"It's okay, you don't have to buy it." The little girl smiled and started chatting with her: "My family is poor, there's nothing I can do. I started learning business when I was a teenager. Others my age are still in school. But people have to eat first. I can go back to school after I make some money."

Han nodded. She thought that children nowadays were really amazing and could see things much more clearly than she did back then.

They chatted idly while the girl carefully applied base coat to her nails. The phone in her bag started ringing.

After Han Que finished his manicure, he took the sightseeing elevator out of the commercial area on the underground floor of the subway and saw the words "Chengguang Building" standing on the top of the gray-blue glass curtain wall building, shining brightly in the sunlight.

She stopped and looked up for a moment, then walked around the nearby shops for a long time.

The magnificent shopping mall has a marble exterior that exudes a sense of understated luxury. The first floor houses specialty stores of top luxury brands. Inside the glass windows, the merchandise is displayed with elegant taste, a dazzling array of goods, and sparkles brilliantly.

She casually walked into a store. The salesgirl stood not far away, staring at her from afar for a few seconds, with a professional smile on her face. She said, "Welcome," but her body did not move.

Han casually browsed around the counter and found that everything he saw was ridiculously expensive. An inconspicuous little silver necklace cost tens of thousands of yuan, which, open hear, symbolized romantic love.

Han pursed his lips and walked out of the store, saying "Welcome to visit next time" in a very perfunctory manner.