Over the next few days, Zhong Tingyue attended exhibitions, compiled excellent materials to make new clients, and hoped to bring projects to the studio. It must be said that this kind of exhibition method has its advantages; as long as you have the ability, you can indeed meet new clients.
She also met several new clients and made a considerable profit.
Chu Fang has been busy these past few days 'battling' with Zhong Rou, with the two exchanging blows in a lively and exciting manner.
After a tense standoff, Chu Fang and Zhong Rou finally made peace, and both considered each other confidants.
As the sun sets, the sky is ablaze with crimson clouds.
The design exhibition came to an end, and Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue followed the crowd out of the exhibition. They happened to run into Ma Junjie, who looked exhausted. When he saw them, he forced a smile and asked, "The exhibition is over. Did you find any clients?"
"I'm fine." Zhong Tingyue nodded. "How about you guys?"
Ma Junjie shook his head: "Not a single one."
The three of them left the conference together. Chu Fang looked around and asked, "Where's President Ming?"
"Back to the hotel to meet with clients."
Just then, Ma Junjie heard a soft ringtone in his pocket. He took out his phone and saw a message: "Junjie, I'm leaving. There's no hope."
Upon seeing the message, Ma Junjie's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly ran towards the hotel, with Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue following behind.
Unfortunately... it's too late.
When we arrived at the hotel, Mr. Ming had already passed away.
... ...
Under the gray sky, raindrops fell gently, carrying a bone-chilling cold that seemed to seep into one's heart and lungs.
The cemetery in Shanghai was quiet, save for the occasional bird song, which sounded particularly distant and empty. The world seemed to stand still at that moment, with the clear sounds echoing all around.
"One bow, two bows, three bows..."
Friends, relatives, employees, and subordinates related to Mr. Ming all came. Gazing at the photo on the tombstone, their faces were solemn. Mr. Ming's wife, daughter, father, and mother stared blankly, their eyes already dry of tears, lost in a world of sorrow.
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue stepped forward, bowed deeply three times, and then slowly retreated.
The back of the worship ceremony became a bit noisy, mostly with colleagues from YATeng Yige Company:
"Why would Mr. Ming commit suicide out of the blue? I just can't understand it."
"The weather is unpredictable, and fortune can change in an instant."
"Mr. Ming is gone. What should our company do now?"
"Mr. Ming's departure is definitely related to the company's situation. Only when the company faces a huge crisis would Mr. Ming be unable to support it and commit suicide. Without a doubt, the company is about to be gone."
"That makes sense. Let's prepare our resumes and apply for jobs."
"Sigh! It's almost the end of December, and the New Year is just around the corner. Where am I supposed to find a job? I'm so worried."
“... ..."
The company's employees' anxieties about their positions and future prospects overshadowed their grief over Mr. Ming's passing.
It was obvious that Yateng Yige was no longer viable and had to find another job. A colleague looked at Zhong Tingyue and asked, "Sister Zhong, is your studio still hiring?"
Zhong Tingyue shook her head: "There are no recruitment plans at the moment, I'm sorry."
After the funeral, everyone quietly dispersed, except for Mr. Ming's family, who remained in the same spot, seemingly stunned.
Ma Junjie stayed where he was and said softly to President Ming's wife, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of President Ming."
These words seemed to pull the group out of the virtual world and back into reality, their mournful and tragic cries echoing throughout the cemetery.
... ...
To be honest, Jiang Wenzhen didn't like President Ming, and even hated him. He had fired so many employees and caused so many families to suffer because of money. But President Ming was gone after all, and she couldn't help but feel sad: "Why did he commit suicide? He gave up being a good boss and chose to become a ghost."
The chubby Cai Guan, holding an umbrella, said slowly, "Everyone dies eventually, whether sooner or later, there are no exceptions. As long as death is a choice made by the individual, we have nothing to say about it."
"What about his wife and daughters? What about his parents? He abandoned them all. He's not even human."
“Hmm… …” The chubby boy pondered for a moment, “Maybe he thinks death is the best solution.”
Jiang Wenzhen glanced at the chubby boy: "How can you be so heartless? A human life has been taken from this world, and you're here spouting some grand philosophy as if you've seen through the world. Chubby boy, do you believe I'll beat you up?"
Cai Guan said, "I'm trying to comfort you."
"Is that how you comfort someone?"
"How can we comfort them?"
"Treat me to a meal."
"good."
“... ..."
Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue walked home. The journey was quiet, with only the sound of raindrops falling on their umbrellas.
The two remained silent.
She didn't know how long they had walked or how much time had passed, but Zhong Tingyue spoke softly, "Chu Fang."
"Um."
Let's live together.
"Is it because of President Ming?" Chu Fang said. "If so, I hope you will reconsider."
"Half and half."
"What is the other half?"
"Ten thousand years is too long, I only seize the day." Zhong Tingyue's voice was clear and bright. "We don't know what tomorrow will bring. Perhaps it will be the same as always, ordinary and uneventful; perhaps an earthquake, wildfire, or meteorite will strike the earth, and the whole world will undergo earth-shattering changes; perhaps... a small accident will send us to different places..."
Zhong Tingyue held Chu Fang's arm, speaking her true feelings. When she mentioned "separated by vast distances," she couldn't help but tighten her grip on his arm, as if she were completely immersed in that world.
After Zhong Tingyue finished speaking, Chu Fang said softly, "Okay."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue's lips curved into a slight smile.
In the following days, Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue, and even all the colleagues in the studio were in a bad mood, speaking listlessly and working sluggishly.
Chu Fang lay face down on the table, one eye 'on guard' and the other 'on watch'.
Suddenly his phone screen lit up. It was a message from Ma Junjie inviting him to dinner that night. He replied with an OK gesture.
After get off work, everyone tidied up the files and left. Chu Fang said to Zhong Tingyue, "Ma Junjie invited me to dinner, do you want to go?"
Zhong Tingyue shook her head: "Go ahead, I'll go home and tidy up my room, and move to your place in a few days."
Chu Fang nodded and left.
Zhong Tingyue let out a deep breath: "Hoo..."
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