Chapter 34 Personal Connection
When people are unlucky, bad luck will always follow.
Jiang Jibai went to the hospital to check on her hand. The doctor said that her hand had injured the tendons and would not heal easily. It would take at least ten days to half a month.
During this period, you should not do heavy work, lift heavy objects, or over-move the wound area.
Now her fingers hurt even clicking the mouse. According to the doctor, how can she continue designing and drawing?
Jiang Jibai had no choice but to put a pain-relieving plaster on the wound and continue drawing in pain.
After being scolded by Zheng Qianqian, Ma Lin and Zhu Zihan had been quiet for a day, but then they started to complain to her again.
The two people were like two disgusting flies flying around her ears.
If Jiang Jibai hadn't been able to use the company's computer easily, he would have wanted to apply to work from home.
Tomorrow is the day to review the first draft with Guang. Jiang Jibai stayed up all night to sort out all the ideas and plans again.
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As you walk out of the subway entrance, what comes into view are rows of tall buildings.
The curtain wall glass reflects the gray-blue sky. It rained yesterday, so it is cloudy today.
The office building of Heguang Group is located in the most prosperous area of the city center, surrounded by several major business districts, among which the most core China World Trade Center Central Business District is only a hundred meters away from Heguang.
Jiang Jibai didn't feel that this place was prosperous. Instead, he felt depressed walking under these high-rise buildings that looked like a dense forest.
It was her first time going to Gu Moyang's company.
There were only a few hundred meters left after passing the intersection ahead. Jiang Jibai's palms, which were holding the shoulder straps of his backpack, began to sweat slightly, and his heart beat faster.
Walking in front of a magnificent building, Jiang Jibai looked up at the four large, design-conscious characters embedded on the top of the building.
Wako Group.
The white font is simple and elegant. Although it is a bit simple in form, it is enough to catch people's eyes.
She didn't understand why all the good designs had to be replaced.
Those four words suddenly popped up in her mind.
Walking with the light——
Soon she smiled at herself again. The light around him had already been replaced by someone else.
After explaining her purpose to the beautiful receptionist, she asked her to sit in the lobby for a while.
Jiang Jibai sat in a leisure area, observing the people coming and going.
The people who appear in this building should all be working at Wako.
She noticed that their faces were calm and composed, unlike the lifeless expressions on the faces of most office workers.
Some young employees have smiling faces, which makes people feel happy.
The working atmosphere here seems to be much better than that of the company she works for.
Jiang Jibai had heard that Heguang had good treatment, but was not inward-looking and did not engage in the competitive corporate culture of working 996 hours a day.
Their corporate culture is: walk with the light, and be one with the dust. It seems that what they say is true.
It was just a word from Gu Moyang at first, but she didn't expect that seven years later, Heguang Group would really stand in front of her, and it looked even better than she had imagined.
Jiang Jibai suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.
"Miss Jiang, right? Please follow me."
Jiang Jibai looked up when he heard the voice. Standing in front of him was a man in his thirties wearing gold-rimmed glasses, dressed in a suit and tie, with a respectful attitude.
It seems that he is of an unusual identity.
Jiang Jibai hesitated for a moment, then stood up and followed him.
Logically speaking, the person in charge of this matter should be someone from the group's publicity department, so Jiang Jibai didn't ask any more questions and naturally thought that this person should take her to the publicity department for contact.
The elevator rose slowly, and the slight feeling of weightlessness made Jiang Jibai's breathing tighten.
She noticed that they had come up in a special elevator.
When the elevator door opened at the top floor, Jiang Jibai vaguely sensed something was wrong. This place didn't look like the Propaganda Department, but more like the President's Office.
“Aren’t we going to your company’s publicity department?”
The man smiled from behind her side and said, "Ms. Jiang, this project is personally supervised by our CEO Gu, so of course we have to liaise with him personally."
Jiang Jibai's breathing stagnated. This project was actually supervised by Gu Moyang himself?
She originally thought that Gu Moyang added her WeChat just to look at the design draft from the boss's perspective and give some suggestions, but she didn't expect that he would even have to discuss the docking with her.
Not to mention that he is not a professional, a project of this level should not be overseen personally by a busy president like him, right?
Seeing Jiang Jibai's frightened expression, the man smiled and said, "Ms. Jiang, please come this way. Our President Gu is waiting for you in the office."
Jiang Jibai clenched the bag in his hand, and his heartbeat suddenly became fast and strong like a drum.
"Mr. Gu, Miss Jiang is here." The well-mannered man opened the door for her and said respectfully to Gu Moyang.
Judging from his clothes and attitude, Jiang Jibai guessed that he should be Gu Moyang's secretary.
Gu Moyang raised his eyes, his gaze sliding across Jiang Jibai and then onto the secretary, "Well, you go get busy first."
"Okay, Mr. Gu."
Once the door was closed, they were the only two people left in this private space.
Gu Moyang's office is very large, almost larger than her house. On the right side is a panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the entire Beijing-Huaihe area. Standing here, one feels like reaching the summit of a mountain.
Gu Moyang followed her steps with his eyes.
I haven't seen her for more than half a month, and her slender figure looks even smaller in this empty space.
The off-white suit hung on her slender shoulders, and the clothes seemed like they would slip off at any moment.
She tilted her head slightly toward the window, revealing one side of her fair neck, with a few strands of hair hanging down by her ear.
Every time we met, the outline seemed to be a little thinner.
Doesn't she know how to take good care of herself?
He tapped the table unconsciously with his fingertips, then looked away, and a low voice cut through the air.
"Does it look good?"
Jiang Jibai's shoulders tensed imperceptibly for a moment.
I don't know if he was simply asking her if the scenery was nice, or if he was showing off his achievement of overlooking the entire Beijing-Huaihe area.
But now none of them has anything to do with her.
She gave a smile that she thought was quite polite, and said politely, "It's beautiful. The view from Mr. Gu's office is truly unique."
Gu Moyang seemed to be accustomed to her polite distance and did not respond.
He stood up from his boss chair expressionlessly, walked to the bar, and asked with a gust of wind, "What would you like to drink?" He turned his back to her.
Jiang Jibai sat down on the sofa and swiftly took out the project plan from his bag. "No need to bother, just boiled water will do."
Behind the bar, Gu Moyang paused as he reached for the coffee beans, his hand hanging in the air for a while. Then, he tapped the cold metal can with his index finger, took the glass kettle on the side and poured her a glass of warm water.
The sound of clear flowing water rang out monotonously in the huge space.
When the cup was handed to him, the wall of the cup carried the residual warmth from his fingertips. Jiang Jibai avoided that area and said, "Thank you."
Gu Moyang seemed to sense her retreat, and his eyes unconsciously darkened.
He sat down on the sofa opposite her.
A dark brown vest wrapped around a crisp white shirt, a dark red tie tied meticulously, and even the cuffs were engraved with dark gold patterns.
The large leather sofa wrapped around him, quiet and with a strong presence, like a frozen frame from an old movie.
"Mr. Gu, please take a look." Jiang Jibai pushed the documents to him across the coffee table. The paper shone with a cold and hard light under the refraction of the light from the edge.
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