Chapter 147 [Xie Siyan, is it fun to take revenge on personal grudges? ]
Ye Zhen and others were downstairs.
The sycamore tree in front of the building is lush and leafy.
The afternoon sun shines through the leaves, casting mottled shadows on passers-by.
Seeing someone coming, Ye Zhen quickly walked over with her skirt in hand.
Her outfit today was rather simple, a long silk skirt with a lilac cardigan, giving it a strong Chinese feel.
The foreigners around were stunned.
"Director Mu."
The assistant came out of the business building and trotted to catch up with Mu Jia, holding a stack of documents in his hands. "Party A proposed new revisions and just discussed the details with me..."
Mu Jia didn't respond, his eyes looked across the square and fell on the two figures not far away.
Xie Siyan walked out of the revolving door of the office building. The afternoon sun cast shadows of varying shades on his well-defined profile.
He put one hand in his trouser pocket and loosened his dark gray tie with the other hand. His brows still showed fatigue after the meeting. He let Ye Zhen follow him without refusing.
"Director Mu, is Party A being too strict with us?"
The assistant behind her grumbled softly, followed her gaze, and said in English, "This Mr. Xie is quite handsome, and his girlfriend is so cute!"
This kind of Chinese-style beauty appearing on the streets of Los Angeles will indeed attract people's attention and make a foreigner use the word "cute".
Mugado took a look.
Xie Siyan raised his eyes, and the two of them looked at each other unexpectedly across the musical fountain.
Mu Jia's heart skipped a beat.
His eyes were as cold as if they were frozen.
There was no warmth in his dark eyes, as if he was looking at a stranger.
Mu Jia pinched his palm.
The car belonging to the driver of China Construction Company was already waiting in front of Party A's group.
Xie Siyan walked straight to the nearest car, and Ye Zhen followed closely behind.
In front of Mu Jia and his group, the car window slowly rose up, and his profile quickly disappeared.
The engine emits a low roar.
The tires rolled over the wet ground beside the musical fountain, sending up tiny splashes of water. But in an instant, the vehicle disappeared around the corner, leaving the Party B staff standing there, staring at each other in bewilderment.
Mu Jia stood there, the document bag in his hand was wrinkled.
The assistant hesitantly reminded, "Director Mu, let's go back too."
Mu Jia realized it later, raised his hand to tuck his hair behind his ear, and pulled a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Let's go."
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Mu Jia returned to the office and locked the frosted glass door.
She threw the documents on the desk and sank into the leather swivel chair.
Thin slivers of light filter through the gaps in the blinds.
She closed her eyes, and the scene just now became clearer.
Xie Siyan's indifferent glance seemed to penetrate the corridor of time and drag her back to three years ago or one or two years ago.
In the past, he also treated her with such eyes and a condescending attitude.
At that time, he was a male god.
She actually didn't find this attitude hurtful at all, because in her heart, he was always high and mighty, that was just how he was, but now...
Mu Jia felt that he could no longer accept this attitude.
There was a dull pain in my heart, accompanied by a great sense of grievance.
The cell phone on the table vibrated twice.
The screen lights up.
Mu Jia glanced over and saw Cheng Yuan's dinner invitation.
[Jia Jia, are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together.]
At the same time, the assistant pushed the door open and walked in, holding a tablet computer in his hand. The screen was filled with red-marked revision suggestions.
"Director Mu, I just received an email from Party A," the assistant said in a tense voice, obviously anticipating overtime that night. "They require a new plan and cost estimate to be submitted before 9 a.m. tomorrow. Otherwise, they may consider a new partner..."
Mu Jia looked over and sighed.
That night, we stayed up all night.
Mu Jia read all the opinions carefully to make sure nothing was missed, and sent the revised plan via email before nine o'clock in the morning.
In less than half a day, the second revised plan was returned intact.
The email only contained the formulaic reply from Xie Siyan’s assistant: “Not meeting expectations.”
Mu Jia clutched the documents tightly as she listened to her assistant informing her to go to her boss's office.
Outside the window, the lights of CBD are as bright as the galaxy.
"Director Mu," the boss slammed his pen down on the solid wood desk. "For the second time, the group has invested so much resources, and you can't even agree on the most basic framework for cooperation?"
The old white man pushed up his frameless glasses, his gaze behind the lenses sharp as a blade. "I'm beginning to question whether we should find a more suitable candidate to take over this project."
…
Mu Jia didn't know how to explain it, or maybe she was just overthinking it.
She forced a smile and said, "Please allow me to defend myself."
The white man opened his collar and made a "please speak" gesture.
Mu Jia took a deep breath and expressed his thoughts.
"...So, you're saying that Mr. Xie, who works for a Chinese company, is your predecessor?"
Mu Jia nodded.
Just when she thought she could be understood, her boss walked over and patted her on the shoulder, "Ms. Mu, many times, you have to be good at using your personal connections. Breaking up doesn't necessarily mean becoming enemies."
Mu Jia stood there blankly.
After coming out of his boss's office, Mu Jia stayed in his own office for a while. Outside the window, the night of Los Angeles began to fade, and a hint of fish belly white appeared in the sky.
Soon it was morning.
The coffee cup is already empty.
The brown marks left at the bottom of the cup indicated another sleepless night.
Mu Jia hesitated and dialed the internal number that Party A left for them.
The long wait sound.
About a minute or two later, a female voice with a thick accent sounded, "Sorry, Mr. Xie is out of..."
Mu Jia interrupted, his voice eerily calm, "Please tell him that the plan has been revised... the third version."
"Okay, Director Mu."
"Could you please transfer the call to Mr. Xie? I'd like to discuss the details of the plan with him one-on-one."
The other party suddenly switched to stiff Chinese.
"Excuse me, Miss Mu, Mr. Xie has a business meeting today."
Mu Jia's fingers curled up unconsciously, and his nails dug into his palms. "Okay, thank you."
When the proposal was rejected again, Mu Jia was no longer surprised. He tried to call the internal number again and was told, "Mr. Xie has already left for China due to personal matters. If you want to discuss the cooperation project further, you can wait until Mr. Xie comes to Los Angeles next time..."
Mu Jia was so angry that he raised his hand and hung up the phone.
That night, she directly released the number that she had blocked a long time ago from her WeChat contacts, and then sent a message questioning:
[Xie Siyan, is it fun to take revenge on personal grudges? ]
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