Xi Yun contacted the director of the company's design department. Although she served as chief designer for a long time after Xu Yan left, due to her qualifications and ability issues, she had never been able to become a director, and was even a certain distance away from being a deputy director.
"Hello? Sister Li! You finally answered the phone, please save me! It was the company that asked me to do this! Why doesn't the company say a word now? It's just Xu Yan, and Alice's company is so big!" The call was finally connected after three tries, and Xi Yun's tense spirit found an outlet.
"Xi Yun? The company hasn't come to you to question you yet, but you're the first to complain?" The hoarse female voice on the other end of the phone was obviously impatient.
"Me? The bad guy complains first?"
"Yeah, didn't you tell the company yourself? Did you find a way to get Xu Yan's manuscript? And then you stole it on your own initiative?"
"Isn't that the company's tacit agreement?" Xi Yun's eyes widened in shock at the company's rogue behavior. "And wasn't it you, Sister Li, who said in the beginning that as long as I got the manuscript, you'd let me take the vacant Chief Designer position?"
"I just said it casually. Who knew you would be so shameless as to do it? He's your friend. Even if you didn't take it, the company would have given you the designer position based on your contributions. How can you say the company is wrong?"
"..." Xi Yun was speechless after the rebuttal. Even though she knew that she was completely confusing right and wrong and putting the blame on her, she had no choice because the company's attitude towards this matter was quite vague from the beginning to the end, and she had not left any evidence. She had never regretted it as much as she did today.
"You're such an ungrateful idiot. Don't say anything. We're lucky we won't sue a designer like you who damages the company's reputation. You'll receive a notice of dismissal tomorrow. Hurry and come to the company to pack up your things today."
"...Oh, by the way, you'd better watch your mouth. Otherwise, no one will be willing to hire a bad designer like you." The hoarse female voice said in a low voice and hung up the phone.
Xi Yun stood there in a daze. The company's threat was very clear. If she took the blame and endured it, she could still find a job, but if she told this matter publicly, she would be banned from the industry.
It's not like Xi Yun hasn't seen such people before. At that time, she and Xu Yan had just joined Alice. Their enthusiasm was dampened by the designer who insisted on suing the company, but in the end only received a meager compensation and was banned from the industry. Later, Xu Yan couldn't stand it anymore and chose to resign. As for herself, since she fully understood her own abilities, she could only choose to endure the oppression of her senior boss and make a living in the company.
Until one day, she saw Xu Yan's Yanyun brand on the hot search. She saw the dazzling and excellent design, exuding an innate aura, which made her forever beyond her reach.
Why did she have to bow and scrape and endure humiliation? Why could she receive tons of praise for just a casual sketch? Why were her designs born with a nagging perfection? Why was talent so cruel, so unfair?
Xi Yun's distracted eyes began to recall the past when her teachers and classmates compared her to Xu Yan. She sneered, stood up and started to put on her clothes.
She never regretted stealing Xu Yan's manuscript, nor did she regret helping the company to accuse her of plagiarism. She was just envious, she was just jealous, she just thought this was fair...that's all.
Since God couldn't give her fairness, she could only give herself fairness in her own way.
Putting on the hat, Xi Yun searched on her phone, took a screenshot after confirming, put the phone back in her pocket, and went out.
On this side, after Zhao Mei forwarded the message in the morning, although she had clearly won in terms of public opinion, she still couldn't feel at ease. She also thought that her afternoon class didn't start until three o'clock, so she took Qiu Jiahe to the company after dinner.
As soon as Zhao Mei and Qiu Jiahe got off the elevator, they saw Xu Yan sitting alone at the clean table from afar, with four or five different takeout boxes next to her. When they got closer, they could see that she was wearing glasses and typing something on the computer. The small keyboard made a heavy wail as she typed.
"Sister Xu Yan, I'm here. What are you doing?" Seeing that Xu Yan didn't respond, Zhao Mei could only take the initiative to say hello.
Xu Yan was suddenly called and turned her head in fright. She saw Zhao Mei wearing a windbreaker with her hands in her pockets and breathed a sigh of relief: "Ah, you're here! I thought you had a busy class and wouldn't be able to come today."
"It's true that there are many classes, but today is considered the least. Classes don't start until three in the afternoon, but they only last until eight." Zhao Mei showed a tired smile and pulled Qiu Jiahe to sit down.
"Didn't we find a PR company? I asked them for a few small accounts to satisfy my talking addiction. It feels so good to wear a vest. Tsk, I wonder if their company still wants part-time jobs." Xu Yan, who continued to answer Zhao Mei's questions, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, which were already visibly red.
Zhao Mei felt like there were at least six points on her head right now: "...Although I know you felt really aggrieved when you were scolded back then, you still have to stop in moderation, and..."
He glanced at the takeout box on the table and said, "Have you been staring at the computer non-stop since this morning? Take care of your eyes. You still need to make clothes for me with your eyes. You can't make your already bad eyesight worse."
Xu Yan waved her hand indifferently, lowered her head and continued to chat: "Don't worry, I will definitely know my limits and I promise I won't make the wrong call!"
Looking at Xu Yan wearing glasses and rubbing the keyboard until sparks appeared, Zhao Mei could only shake her head helplessly and let her go.
Qiu Jiahe, who was playing on his phone nearby, suddenly heard the loud keyboard typing and became curious: "What's wrong with Sister Xu Yan? Is she crazy? Can a laptop keyboard type so loudly?"
Zhao Mei sighed, "Your sister Xu Yan was severely scolded at that time. Think about it, her account was even cancelled. Now isn't this a chance for her to vent her anger? Listen to the sound of angry typing on the keyboard."
Qiu Jiahe looked at Xu Yan. At this time, there was some excitement and anger in Xu Yan's eyes. She pursed her lips tightly, frowned slightly, and her fingers flew up and down. This look really shocked Qiu Jiahe: "I can almost feel Sister Xu Yan's anger. What does it feel like to be scolded? Ugh." After saying this in a low voice, he even trembled as if he had goosebumps.
Just as the two were observing Xu Yan carefully, the sound of an elevator dinged at the entrance, and the three of them looked towards the elevator.
A person slowly descended from the elevator, a graceful figure. She looked at Xu Yan and said, "Long time no see, Xu Yan."
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