Chapter 173: Transfer Application Rejected

Chapter 173: Transfer Application Rejected

Xu Xiangbai's back stiffened instantly, as if he had been hit in the vital spot.

"There's nothing ambiguous between us, as you might imagine. After so many years of dating, I can tell at a glance whether she has romantic feelings for me or not."

Xu Xiangbai was also somewhat depressed.

Why does An Yu only seem to want to assassinate him whenever she looks at him?

"Besides, does An Yu seem like the type to cry for me? She treats me like a class enemy every day, and she's always the first to throw dirt on me. Once she's no longer in this industry, it would be a miracle if she didn't throw rotten eggs at me on the street, okay?"

It turns out that you get drunk in an instant.

Xu Xiangbai, weakened by the alcohol, suddenly felt drowsy.

She leaned against the glass wall of the corridor, half-closing her eyes. "Honestly, isn't it partly your fault that An Yu hates me so much?"

Half-drunk, yet still managing to deliver the final blow:

"To be honest, if you never liked Reporter Wen, then you can be sure you had a clear conscience for those three years. But once the word 'love' came into play, you really treated her terribly."

"No one wants to be placed in a position where they can be abandoned at any time. No matter how tender those three years were, she knew there was no future, so she couldn't enjoy the present moment. Only the fear of being abandoned at any time haunted her, and she was finally relieved when the relationship truly broke down."

But this liberation also requires immense suffering.

It was like escaping from a desperate situation.

Falling in love with someone you can't have is painful enough.

Xu Xiangbai had forgotten how Fu Yanjing responded afterward, only remembering that he kept drinking.

He didn't even know how he lost consciousness.

He got drunk without warning.

The entire corridor fell silent.

Fu Yanjing hid in the darkness of the night and cleaned up the unfinished wine on the ground.

His head was throbbing with pain; he was actually a little dizzy.

But as Xu Xiangbai said, he was too tense.

If you're too tense for too long, you'll always be weighing the pros and cons, and you won't even be able to act crazy when you're drunk.

They are just slow to react, and some of their actions and behaviors are done without conscious thought.

He opened WeChat and skillfully found that name.

Opening my WeChat Moments, as expected, it was completely blank.

This wasn't the first time Fu Yanjing had opened and looked at it.

Even knowing the result will be the same, I still can't help but repeat the same behavior.

The sky gradually turned white.

A new day has begun.

Fu Yanjing looked at the person sleeping soundly on the ground, oblivious to the world around them. They had agreed to go to the sunrise together, but now the person was sleeping more soundly than anyone else.

Fu Yanjing kicked his foot:

"Wake up, Xu Xiangbai."

He looked up. "The sun is out."

Xu Xiang was unsure if the effects of the liquor had worn off, but he was definitely drowsy.

I lay sprawled on the floor, feeling neither cold nor hard.

He grunted, saying something completely unintelligible, then turned over and went back to sleep.

The morning light shines on the school, bringing a new wave of vitality to the new day.

The warm sunlight streamed through the glass and bathed the entire corridor.

It gave Fu Yanjing a golden glow.

His face didn't show the signs of exhaustion from not having slept all night; only a very light stubble had appeared.

But his expression gave off a gloomy and unclear feeling.

The stinging in my eyes, I don't know if it's from staring at the light for too long in the dark and not being used to it, or if it's some kind of emotion at play.

Fu Yanjing stood in front of the glass, feeling the temperature gradually warm up, with the entire basketball court spread out before him.

Because of the increased distance and height, the basketball hoop appears quite small. It's easy to imagine how blurry and tiny the figures of people moving around during a game would look from this angle.

But perhaps Wen Jin stood right here back then, facing the afterglow of the setting sun, sketching his figure countless times.

In a corner he couldn't see.

Her unrequited love was as silent as a pool of clear water.

Years later, however, the floodwaters surged forth, engulfing Fu Yanjing like a tidal wave.

*

Wen Jinye's transfer application was rejected.

She made a special trip to the TV station for this matter.

"My professional qualifications are relevant, I have relevant work experience, and I am currently on a no-fault suspension. Everything is in compliance with regulations, so why was my transfer application rejected?"

The leader in charge of this matter was unhurried, and his tone of advice was quite earnest:

"You need to understand that if you're transferred to the social news department, you'll have to start from the bottom. Have you considered the possibility of going to the front lines in all kinds of weather?"

Wen Jin remained calm, saying, "I've already thought these things through."

The leader disagreed, saying, "How come I didn't realize you were such a blockhead?"

Wen Jin deserves much credit for Mingjing's transformation from an obscure program on the verge of cancellation to an industry benchmark.

Such a person is undoubtedly a pillar of Mingjing TV and also a pillar of the financial news department of Jiangbei TV.

"Now that the former director of Mingjing has been dismissed and the announcement has been made, bringing in another director is just a temporary measure. You finally made it to the position of team leader. If you work hard for a few more years, why worry about not being able to climb to that position? Financial news is where you can finally reach the top."

Wen Jin also rationally presented the latest job assignment notice.

"However, this indicates that I cannot return to Mingjing, but will instead be transferred to a new financial column, the plans of which are not yet fully developed."

The leader, who had been speaking eloquently, choked up for a moment.

Wen Jin also understands everything.

The planner of this program returned from abroad. He is young and has no successful planning cases. Obviously, he was parachuted in here because he has a strong background and is here to make money.

Wen Jinye's professional skills, work ability, and even the resources he has accumulated are nothing more than stepping stones for others.

The conversation ended unhappily.

The person in charge's final words were close to a warning.

"If you're not satisfied with the approval result, you can always resubmit it. See if you can get your job transfer application submitted to higher authorities."

He has the primary authority to reject applications.

However, Wen Jin is also very patient.

She was suspended without cause and given paid leave.

According to the normal procedure, even if one were to return, it would have to be to Mingjing.

Moreover, whether it's Mingjing or this new program team.

Neither of these are what Wen Jinye desires.

She was more certain than ever about what she wanted to do.

*

When I came out of the TV station, I realized that it had started to drizzle outside, and the ground was wet.

As dusk approached, the rain gradually turned dark, and the world turned a grayish-blue.

The air, shrouded in a damp drizzle, was permeated with a chill.

Autumn nights always fall quickly.

The TV station was far from Qinghuai Road, and it was difficult to get a taxi when it was raining. The roads were also congested, and the bus took more than an hour to get home after changing stops dozens of times.

The wind and rain subsided, and although it had been more than a month since autumn began, it was only with the arrival of this rain that the last warmth of summer was taken away.

Fortunately, Wen Jin also brought an umbrella when she went out.

The voltage in the old town area is unstable.

The streetlights flickered on and off.