The driver, Xiao Liu, was invited inside by the housekeeper for tea. While eating sunflower seeds, he watched He Qinqin, who had already arrived at the company, on the TV screen.
"Mr. Si, shall we take Miss He to the civil affairs department again today?"
Si Jiuyin picked up her teacup, glanced at Xiao Hu who was arranging flowers in the restaurant, and said indifferently, "Forget it, I won't go. Anyway, I already have a written agreement in my hands."
The teacup in her hand was warm, but Si Jiuyin's palms were still icy cold.
With so many cars in the Si family, if one tire blows out, they can just switch to another car.
However, Si Jiuyin had a feeling that things weren't that simple.
How could it be that the tire blew out right when we were taking He Qinqin to register?
If there are too many coincidences, then it's no longer a coincidence.
I'm afraid that if I get another car, I'll still encounter a new accident, which might be much more serious than a tire blowout.
Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult.
In addition to the issue of the surveillance footage, the living room surveillance footage was repaired by an expert, but the surveillance footage in the monitoring room was completely burned out, which is very strange.
Si Jiuyin became increasingly suspicious that someone was manipulating everything behind the scenes. If the person behind this was not brought to justice, there would be endless troubles to come.
Driver Xiao Liu was happy to be off work: "Yeah, I saw that the tire blew out today, which is a reminder that it's not a good time to go out."
However, he thought again and was still uneasy: "I would only feel at ease if He Qinqin was completely removed from the list."
After saying that, Xiao Liu suddenly realized that he had gone a bit too far and looked at Si Jiuyin's expression.
Si Jiuyin said casually, "I just talked to Cheng Man. When the station is less busy at the end of the month, we can pick up He Qinqin and get things done."
Si Jiuyin kept an eye on the florist, Xiao Hu, out of the corner of her eye.
Aunt Ling rested in the guest room yesterday. This morning, while having breakfast, she smelled the fragrance of flowers on the table and suddenly whispered to Si Jiuyin that she remembered smelling the fragrance of white lychee roses near the monitoring room on December 19th.
So today, Si Jiuyin invited Xiao Hu to give her a flower arranging lesson to test her skills.
At this moment, florist Xiao Hu said to Si Jiuyin, "President Si, the flower materials are ready. Would you like to start the flower arranging class now?"
Si Jiuyin nodded: "That's fine. It's not a good day to go out, so I'll just stay home and cultivate my mind."
Si Jiuyin didn't have time to take this kind of class in her previous life, and even with the original owner's memories in this life, her skills have become rusty.
She frowned slightly and said to Xiao Hu, "Well, ever since that attack half a month ago, my skills have become quite rusty."
"I was wondering about that at first."
Florist Xiao Hu's face showed a hint of understanding. She said worriedly, "Why don't you go to the hospital for another check-up?"
Si Jiuyin fiddled with the pink lychee rose in her hand: "Okay, thank you for reminding me."
Pink lychees and white lychees have the same aroma.
"Xiao Hu, as you just heard, I didn't have a smooth day going out. I plan to take He Qinqin to the civil affairs department to register at the end of the month."
Si Jiuyin said casually, "I heard you say before that you usually do tarot card readings. Could you tell me which day at the end of the month is auspicious for me to go out?"
Upon hearing this, the florist paused for a moment before replying, "Alright, I'll go back and do a divination for you, then tell you the date."
Si Jiuyin nodded and lowered her voice, saying, "We can't tell a third person the date."
Xiao Hu said firmly, "Don't worry."
Si Jiuyin smiled with satisfaction. Since someone was hiding behind the scenes trying to obstruct her, and all three of them were suspects, she would play her cards open and see what the other party wanted to do.
*
11:15 AM.
New Star TV reporter office area.
He Qinqin stepped out of the elevator and went to her workstation.
She actually wanted to go straight to the cafeteria for lunch as soon as she arrived, but it wouldn't be good if there were cameras filming, making it seem like she had chosen this time to come to the company just to eat.
And after lunch comes the lunch break, so if you lie down and sleep at your desk, it's easy for viewers to think you're lazy.
So He Qinqin came to her workstation, ready to find something to do, pretending that she was very busy and working very hard.
Just as she sat down to take out her notebook to write and draw, a colleague came over with a document and placed it on her desk.
"This financial news analysis report should be sent to the team leader's email address before 6 p.m.
He Qinqin was just about to go eat when she was given this task. She looked up, puzzled, and asked, "Is this my job?"
"This is something our group takes turns doing, and now it's your turn."
Her colleague slammed the file onto her desk in a huff.
Previously, when tasks that required rotation or division of labor were assigned to He Qinqin, she would simply ignore them.
If He Qinqin doesn't do it, it will slow down the progress of the whole group.
So everyone had no choice but to take on her part of the work, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Now that there are cameras filming, He Qinqin and Si Jiuyin have terminated their adoption relationship in front of the cameras, so she can finally vent her anger.
He Qinqin frowned as she looked at the requirements on the document: "But I've never done this kind of multi-dimensional analysis before."
My colleague sneered: "You've been a full-time reporter for almost a year, and you're telling me you can't do this?"
He Qinqin choked immediately, and said stiffly, "Yes, of course I will. It's just that I disdain doing such formalistic things; they're boring and tedious."
"I believe journalists should shine on meaningful topics."
What her colleagues disliked most about He Qinqin was her selfish, lazy, and superficial attitude.
"If you're not satisfied, go talk to your supervisor!"
"Don't pass on the work you don't want to do to your colleagues."
After saying that, she turned and left, not wanting to waste any more words with He Qinqin.
He Qinqin angrily gripped the documents: "You—"
Just then, a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses walked over and said, "Everyone does this kind of thing, so why do you always make excuses to avoid it? What are you doing getting paid?"
He Qinqin frowned: "My usual job is to interview business tycoons I know and report on them."
“They all welcome me and recognize my abilities. I can also interview entrepreneurs and financial experts that you people can’t.”
"It's a waste of my talents to make me do these odd jobs."
Seeing He Qinqin's aggrieved and indignant expression, the boy felt it was a waste of her talent and really wanted to squeeze the water out of her brain.
He showed the email on his phone screen: "I'm here to let you know that Editor Yi, who does the interview column, thinks your previous interviews with various business tycoons were terrible."
"From now on, the Rising Star Finance column will be managed by someone else."
"So stop using being busy as an excuse."
"New Star TV doesn't keep idle people. If you feel you can't stand it here, then leave."
He Qinqin stared wide-eyed: "Me? Terrible skills?"
"Every time I go to do an interview, those uncles and aunties are always so kind and friendly to me, aren't they?"
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