Ye Qing and Dalson were both sitting in the back. After exchanging a few polite greetings, Dalson said, "I thought you were going to come with your friend."
Ye Qing smiled and turned to look at Dalson: "You and I are friends too."
“Of course,” Dalson said. “So I welcome it.”
Although Dilson's behavior was impeccable, Ye Qing didn't get into Dilson's car simply because they were friends; she had her own agenda.
After all, Xi Quan was quite concerned about Dalson, so Ye Qing wouldn't ride in the same car with Dalson unless it was something important.
Ye Qing brought up the topic of friendship first, and naturally, she wanted to take the initiative. She said, "I consider you, Dalson, a friend, but it seems like you're using me?"
Ye Qing wasn't actually sure if Dilson was using her; his words were just a test. If she was wrong, then apologizing to Dilson wouldn't be a problem.
But after he said those words, Dalson appeared calm on the surface, though he was also a little confused as to why he had said them. However, his hands inadvertently betrayed his nervousness.
Dalson's hand, which had been casually resting on his knee, clenched instantly upon hearing Ye Qing's words. Noticing this small movement, Ye Qing knew that he had indeed guessed correctly by sheer luck.
Dilson really took advantage of him!
Without making a sound, Ye Qing withdrew his gaze from the tightly clenched hands and stared at Dalson.
"Are you kidding me, Ye? You know I've always considered you a friend, I..." Dalson realized his voice was very nervous and tried to salvage the situation: "You also know I've always liked you."
Ye Qing remained noncommittal about Dalson's last sentence, only reiterating her earlier statement about friendship: "To be honest, I was happy to run into you in a place I know so well, since you've come to Nancheng to become the magazine's general manager. Even when you suggested I be on the cover of your magazine's inaugural issue, although I felt I wasn't qualified, I was ultimately grateful to you. Because regardless of my qualifications, being on the cover of your magazine would be more beneficial than harmful to me, but..."
Dalson became extremely nervous listening to Ye Qing's words. After Ye Qing said "but," he quickly interrupted Ye Qing: "As a friend, of course I will do what is in your best interest."
Ye Qing chuckled and asked, "Judging by the time, your inaugural issue of the magazine is due for finalization and delivery to the printing press tomorrow, right?"
Dalson nodded, "Indeed."
"So, will the content after tomorrow's final draft, or the final version delivered to the printing plant, especially the questions Jiang Xinya asked me, be published according to my answers?" Ye Qing asked calmly.
These words made Dalson even more nervous: "Of course."
"Is that so?" Ye Qing smiled and said, "I hope you keep your word. I don't want to get involved in your magazine's workplace infighting. Jiang Xinya may not be very suitable for the position of editor-in-chief, but I think you, as Jiang Xinya's direct superior, should have plenty of ways to make Jiang Xinya leave. I don't like being used."
Ye Qing appeared to be smiling, but his tone was very serious.
Dalson looked at Ye Qing somewhat helplessly. Ye Qing probably didn't understand Dalson very well, because Ye Qing had never thought about trying to understand him.
However, Dalson understood Ye Qing well. Back when Ye Qing was abroad, Dalson's affection for her was genuine, and he knew how resolute Ye Qing could be when she was determined.
So Ye Qing's serious demeanor made him feel quite uneasy.
Sensing Dalson's nervousness, Ye Qing realized that his attitude might have been too serious. Although Ye Qing didn't think there was anything wrong with being serious, it wasn't good to speak so subtly now that they had already talked things out. After all, Dalson was a foreigner, and what if he didn't understand his subtle but pointed remarks?
Moreover, Ye Qing also wanted to know what was going on with Jiang Xinya, so after thinking for a while, Ye Qing spoke again: "Back then, you asked me to shoot the cover of your magazine because you knew about the past animosity between me and Jiang Xinya. You also know my personality and that I won't compromise when facing Jiang Xinya, right? You wanted to use me to force Jiang Xinya away?"
Dalson remained silent for a long time before speaking softly, "Having you shoot the cover is beneficial for your studio and your brand."
Although it didn't directly answer Ye Qing's question, these words were tantamount to an answer.
Ye Qing asked, "If you felt that Jiang Xinya was not qualified for the position of editor-in-chief, why did you choose to appoint her as the editor-in-chief?"
This is a world-renowned fashion magazine group, so such a thing shouldn't happen. Just look at the resumes of the editors-in-chief of their other regional editions to see why.
In comparison, Jiang Xinya's resume is the least noteworthy.
Dalson said, "I'm not entirely sure of the specific reasons, but it seems that headquarters had no choice but to make her the editor-in-chief. However, when I came here to serve as the general manager, headquarters subtly told me that they hoped I could find a reason to fire Jiang Xinya."
"Huh?" Ye Qing was quite surprised, thinking that their magazine headquarters was being too frivolous.
"I'll say it again, if it's not suitable, then don't make Jiang Xinya the editor-in-chief," Ye Qing said, extremely puzzled. "Isn't what you're doing a bit redundant? Since you know she can't be the editor-in-chief, why insist on making her?"
“My boss seems to have some unspeakable difficulties, but I don’t know the specifics,” Dalson shrugged, looking troubled.
Ye Qing initially thought that Dalson simply disliked Jiang Xinya and wanted to use her to fire her, but now it seems that it's not that simple.
But whether it's simple or complicated, Ye Qing doesn't want to be taken advantage of. If she hadn't taken the cover photo before, she wouldn't have said anything, but since she did, she doesn't want anything to go wrong. Ye Qing said, "No matter what your magazine is thinking, I still don't want any problems with my cover."
"Now that you know, there won't be any problems, you can rest assured."
Even though Dalson said that, Ye Qing was still a little uneasy: "Dalson, as a friend, can I trust you?"
When Ye Qing said this, they had already arrived at the place where Dalson was treating everyone to dinner, and the car had already stopped.
Just after Ye Qing finished asking Dalson, he stared at him intently, waiting for his answer, when someone knocked on the window of the car they were in from the outside.
Ye Qing temporarily withdrew his gaze and looked out the car window to see who was knocking on it.
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