Chapter 14: Let's resign.

Although Jing Ge had been promoted, she was still a novice, so Zhang Hong arranged for another mentor to guide her.

My mentor's name is Amanda. She is one of the founding members of Womei and oversees the entire business department. Anna is also one of her subordinates.

But Amanda stopped leading teams a long time ago. She was very busy, responsible for the entire business unit, monitoring the achievement of this year's goals, developing strategic plans for next year, and cleaning up messes that the three business units couldn't resolve.

So when Zhang Hong announced this news at the morning meeting, everyone stared in astonishment.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Hong announced that the company would provide afternoon tea for everyone and handed the matter over to the administration.

After the meeting, none of the business department employees left; they all looked at each other in bewilderment.

Amanda, always serious, stood up and said, "Jingge, let's go."

Jing Ge pursed his lips, picked up the documents, and followed.

She was also surprised by the news and hasn't been able to process it yet.

As soon as they left, the others quickly started gossiping: "Who is Xiao Jing? Amanda was actually willing to take her along?"

"It's fine if she gets a permanent position, she's almost ready to get one anyway, but Amanda is actually willing to take her on?"

“Why wouldn’t we accept her? Xiao Jing works hard, loves to learn, and knows more languages ​​than we do. If she hadn’t been assigned to Anna, I would have wanted to come over myself.”

Anna's face was extremely pale.

“Ahem… This morning I saw Mr. Zhang talking to Xiao Jing downstairs,” a salesperson said in a low voice, “They seemed very intimate, and Mr. Zhang even gave her breakfast.”

"Is Xiao Jing related to General Manager Zhang?"

"No, it wasn't like this before; it was obvious we didn't know each other."

What are you trying to say?

"...I didn't say anything."

Anna sneered: "Xiao Jing has hooked up with President Zhang?"

"Sister Anna! I didn't say that! It's none of my business, I didn't say anything!"

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Anna said sarcastically. “This kind of thing happens all the time. No wonder Mr. Zhang always speaks up for her.”

"......"

The group didn't respond, making excuses that they had things to do, and dispersed in twos and threes.

Jingle was seated opposite Amanda at a small desk.

Although Amanda is serious and speaks in a single word rather than two, Jingge feels completely at ease.

This feeling feels familiar.

Just like... Li Mushi.

That kind of quiet strength, the calmness that makes everything seem easy as long as he's around.

Amanda sent her a website and told her to add a few links to it after she finished her work.

There was no explanation as to why.

Jingge is very smart; he understood it after just one glance.

This is an opportunity for Amanda to develop her own clientele.

Jingge wouldn't waste this opportunity; he didn't even go out for lunch and ate the leftover sandwich from breakfast.

After posting a few links, Jing Ge received a call from Li Zhan.

The word "fierce battle" has become a thorn embedded in her skin, reminding her whenever it appears that the thorn is still in her flesh.

He was clearly furious when he left in the morning, and Jingge thought he wouldn't talk to her again, at least not for a while.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Jing Ge answered the call.

Li Zhan's voice was lazy, as if he had no memory of what happened that morning: "Come out and have some fun, I'll introduce you to some friends."

“…” Jing Ge paused for a moment, “I’m at work.”

"Resign," Li Zhan said nonchalantly. "I'll make up the difference."

Jing Ge took a deep breath and tried to remain calm: "You're still in school."

Where did he get the money to make it up to her?

Li Zhan: "My friend and I are planning to start a company. We've talked to our parents, and they're willing to sponsor us. You can quit that lousy job. Everything I have will be yours from now on."

Jingge did not refute him.

Actually, she had a lot of swear words she wanted to use.

I endured it.

She simply repeated, "I'm at work, I don't have time to go out."

Li Zhan: "What about tonight?"

Jing Ge: "I might have to work overtime."

I just got a permanent position, and there's a ton of work to do.

Li Zhan: "These friends are helpful to you..."

Several foreign students, whose families are all in business, plan to buy goods from the domestic market and resell them, aiming to pursue a foreign trade strategy.

Li Zhan wanted Jing Ge to get to know them.

But he didn't finish his sentence.

Jingge reflexively resisted: "It's really impossible, I'm extremely busy, and this period of time will pass."

"What did you say last night?" Li Zhan's voice turned cold, seemingly because of her repeated rejections, "You said you would listen to me..."

The string in Jingge's mind snapped with a "ding".

"Come on, come on, stab me to death!" she said, her voice barely audible. "Then go stab my dad to death, stab my mom to death, stab my grandma to death, stab Prince Jing to death! I want your money, you give it to me one second, and I can take it back the next! Li Zhan, I'm warning you, work is my bottom line. Everything is negotiable, but if you dare touch my work, I don't care about your damn engagement or favors, I'll die with you!!"

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

The surroundings instantly became quiet.

After hurling all sorts of profanities, Jingge stood there for a few seconds, then a wave of bitterness washed over him.

She buried her face in her arms, tears falling silently in the quiet, deserted office.

When Amanda returned, Jingge had already made the necessary adjustments and handed her the completed materials.

“Very well done,” Amanda said, flipping through the pages. “Didn’t you have lunch?”

Jing Ge: "I ate, a sandwich."

Amanda looked up at her: "It's cold."

Jing Ge: "Delicious."

"......"

After a brief silence, Amanda called the administration: "Order two servings of wontons for afternoon tea..."

At this point, she asked, "Are there any dietary restrictions?"

Jingge shook his head.

Amanda nodded.

After she hung up the phone, Jing Ge asked hesitantly, "You can still order food?"

“Others can’t do it,” Amanda said calmly. “I can.”

"......"

A true master is a true master.

On a cold day, a bowl of hot wontons swept away Jing Ge's gloom and made him feel refreshed.

As it was nearing the end of the workday, Jing Ge received a call from Li Mushi.

Jingge exclaimed in surprise, "Uncle?"

"Hmm," Li Mushi replied calmly, "Do we have to work overtime?"

Jing Ge: "There are still some things I haven't finished."

Li Mushi: "Can it be moved?"

Jing Ge looked at it and said, "Okay."

There must be something important, otherwise Li Mushi wouldn't have contacted her.

“Okay,” Li Mushi said, “Let’s go downstairs.”

"......"

Once inside the car, Li Mushi explained what had happened.

The police want to see her.

They said they couldn't find any information about the criminal, and the surveillance footage didn't show his face either. The female shop owner's acquaintances checked the area, but found nothing suspicious.

The only one who saw the killer's face was Jing Ge.

They wanted Jingge to go to the police station so that, based on her description, the artist could draw the murderer's face.

Jingge was very nervous.

Because she simply couldn't remember.

Everything was foggy, and the murderer was blurred into a mosaic.

Li Mushi sat next to her, glancing down at her. Unconsciously, Jing Ge's hand gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, wringing the fabric into thick folds.