Chapter 17 Chapter 17
An Jiyue rarely cries since she can remember.
Children often cry, but most of them just use it as a way to get what they want. An Jiyue discovered early on that if she wanted something, she could get it by simply smiling sweetly at her parents.
Crying becomes more complicated when you grow up. Whether it's to vent your emotions or to express your grievances and helplessness, An Jiyue honestly thinks that there are only a few that leave a deep impression on her.
There was one time when she broke up with Lu Ye. After hanging up the overseas call, she went home with red and swollen eyes. In order to hide it from her roommate, she didn't dare to say a word when she entered the room and went back to her room. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she bit the corner of the quilt and sobbed, forcing herself to digest her emotions.
There was a family tragedy. Yue Hui was already with her at the time, and she was about to faint when Yue Hui quickly pulled her up. Her ears were filled with Yue Hui's anxious voice, calling out her name. She held on, but couldn't help but hug Yue Hui and sob. Liang Sinan, who had pushed the door open, saw the whole scene.
So, her life has actually been pretty smooth? She consoled herself bitterly.
This time actually didn't mean much at the moment. Perhaps it was just because there were familiar and kind people around her, and the real pain made concrete compensation for the tangled thoughts just now, which made her unconsciously relax and find an outlet for her emotions.
An Jiuyue told everything that happened today, except for the last news she heard about Lu Ye and Guan Haifu.
To her, this should have been a matter of insignificance, just a gust of wind passing by her ears, which would be forgotten after it passed.
What's more, she couldn't say it to Liang Sinan, who was the one who least wanted to be entangled in the love between men and women. She even felt a little ashamed of her groundless worries.
Liang Sinan remained calm after hearing this, but didn't speak directly. Frankly speaking, this was completely different from the messes he had dealt with in the past. Even from the perspective of the heir to Anshi Capital, this should only take a few minutes to deal with.
But this is of great significance to the new director An Jiyue.
After a while, he removed his hand from his chin, patted An Jiyue's drooping head, and stood up and walked to the wine cabinet. He picked out a bottle of Louis Roederer champagne, the narrow-necked goblet dangling between his fingers, and sat back down beside her.
"It's not like anything good happened." An Jiuyue's face was wooden. The fragrant golden liquid had no appeal to her at the moment.
"You should drink champagne even more when you're sad. You need to be happy."
He pressed the slender cup into her hand, clinked it gently, and took a sip amidst the crisp tinkling sound. An Jiyue brought the cup to her lips and took a sip. The intoxicating aroma of grape wine mingled with a rich, heavy aroma of roasted nuts, and the sweet floral and fruity fragrance in the aftertaste lingered in her nose.
Just one sip, and her mood actually improved. An Jiyue's brows relaxed, and her breathing stopped being short and sobbing, and gradually became long and even.
Liang Sinan smiled with satisfaction, then leaned back on the sofa with confidence and analyzed it for her.
"In my opinion, there's nothing you can do about male guest number 3. It's up to the leadership to decide whether to believe or not. You just need to have a clear conscience. When they realize that your absence will affect the progress of the entire program, they'll naturally recall you."
"You could help the guest whose brand is having problems. It's just a brand that's just starting out, so you can just start over with a new look..."
An Jiyue quickly stopped him, saying, "Brother Nan, this isn't an Anshi Investment project. We can't let them do this. Besides, that male guest... is a very down-to-earth and enthusiastic person. I don't think he would agree."
This kind of shell-swapping stunt is common in the primary market. It's easy to attract new investment by reposting the same product through a new narrative and layering it with trendy marketing concepts.
There is nothing new under the sun. Anshi Capital has also advised the entrepreneurial teams it has invested in to use this method to avoid risks when necessary.
But when she thought of Zhan Nianqing, she couldn't bear to teach him this method. Such a calm and sincere person, who always smiled at her seriously and gently when they looked at each other, had devoted himself to creating a brand that he was quite proud of. Asking him to give it all up and package a new brand that was not much different was simply making a joke of his hard work.
"Then, spend money on public relations and silence them one by one." Liang Sinan put aside the investor's thinking and put himself in the role of a marketer.
An Jiyue pondered for a moment and shook her head again. "In comparison, he would even be willing to pay the fine for all products in that batch and refund three times the amount paid to the complaining customers."
Liang Sinan sighed for this stubborn old man who couldn't adapt. With so many paths to choose from, why did some people choose to take the most difficult one?
"With all due respect, your guest is too conservative and will inevitably struggle. A financier like him needs to have a strong mentality to succeed."
Both of his proposals were rejected, and a look of discouragement appeared on his usually energetic face. An Jiyue smiled for the first time, but did not quite agree with Liang Sinan's conclusion.
"Really? I think that with a partner like this, every step will be very solid."
Zhan Nianqing is indeed conservative, but he resolutely gave up his stable iron rice bowl and chose to venture out into the world at a prime age. Isn't this a kind of courage?
He was a modest man, yet he subtly displayed a sense of uncompromising principles. It might be difficult for others to understand, but An Jiyue held him in deep respect.
This was Lu Ye's signature trait, and it was also a value she wholeheartedly identified with.
Once, when they were doing a group assignment together, someone in the same group wanted to cite some beautiful data whose source could not be found. Everyone else agreed to use it, thinking that making up a source would not be verified. Only Lu Ye and An Jiuyue said "no" in unison.
An Jiyue very student-likely brought out the three characteristics of news and earnestly advised everyone not to falsify information.
Lu Ye only said: "This is the principle."
The four simple and dull words didn't seem to convince anyone. When An Jiyue was secretly curling her lips, Lu Ye continued:
"I'm the team leader."
An Jiyue was so shocked that she almost vomited blood. Yes, yes, yes, without your team leader's approval, this group project cannot be finalized.
His words were far more effective than his own long speech. The other students fell silent and tried to find other supporting data.
We were all classmates, so it wasn't that they were truly afraid of his words. It was just that everyone knew the workload each person was responsible for, and Lu Ye had completed the lion's share. He wasn't willing to cheat, so no matter how much the others wanted to slack off, they felt somewhat embarrassed.
In the next class after the report, in which every number was well-documented, was submitted, the professor invited a guest speaker to share his experience and grade the work. The guest speaker, a renowned industry expert, flipped through most of the work and set it aside. Only after seeing Lu Ye's report did he nod with a hint of satisfaction.
"So many groups are adopting this obviously fake YoY data..." The expert, somewhat helplessly, spoke earnestly to the roomful of immature students. "Fake data may look good, but the conclusions it draws are also false. What's the point of such a research report? Put yourself in their shoes. If you were given this report, wouldn't your investment decisions based on it also be biased?"
An Jiyue glanced at her teammates. They exchanged glances with a hint of guilt, and were already convinced.
The expert closed the thin report in his hand and asked the signature on the first page, "Student Lu Ye, why didn't your group use this data?"
Lu Ye stood up calmly, his previously relaxed figure suddenly appearing as tall and straight as a cedar. He raised his eyes slightly, his dark gaze fixed on the expert who had come up to the stage to ask the question, and answered with neither servility nor arrogance, neither hurried nor slow.
“They say bad money drives out good money, but I don’t believe it.”
"We want to maintain order for ourselves in this chaotic market. We want to be the gold that remains after the sand is washed away by the waves."
After he said that, he lowered his eyes and glanced at An Jiuyue who looked back from the front row without saying a word.
His words and sentences are not "I" but "we".
An Jiyue's heart tightened. Was Lu Ye talking about herself, who had been on the same front with him from the beginning, or their entire group?
It is still unknown to this day.
But when she recalled those words, her chest seemed to be occupied by some kind of hot breath again.
An Jiyue no longer sat there dejectedly. She drank the champagne in one gulp, took out her laptop from the bag she had thrown on the ground, and placed it on her lap.
Liang Sinan raised his eyebrows, looked at the inexplicably spirited woman, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? You suddenly look like a female warrior."
An Jiyue stared at the screen intently, typing away on the keyboard without raising her head. "Ask Zhan Nianqing for the company's annual report."
For startups, it's not necessary to publish an annual report that's not publicly available, but she thinks Zhan Nianqing will definitely do it, even if it's just for herself. She wants the annual report now to identify all the weak points in the entire chain.
During her internship in Pingjiang, she worked for a clothing company planning to go public, so she was well aware of the uneven quality of the textile and apparel industry. But if substandard materials were still detected after the pattern was stable, it must be a problem on the production side.
The selling point of new material underwear is comfort and resilience, which places extremely high demands on both fabric and surface, and the cost is even higher. The supplier that Zhan Nianqing worked with may have tampered with the materials.
As this relationship became clearer, An Jiyue's expression gradually brightened. Liang Sinan propped up his head, leaned on the sofa, and squinted at her.
It was the first time he saw An Jiyue working truly efficiently. The pages kept switching, and her mind must be thinking and judging quickly. Even her expression revealed determination and decisiveness.
The little girl who used to ask him about everything now has her own ideas. Liang Sinan smiled with relief. It was not in vain that she had boasted so unconvincedly in the past, saying that her parents and professors had praised her for her extraordinary talent and ability to shoulder great responsibilities.
Now he believed it, but compared to these, there were other fascinating things.
Take her profile, for example. Her lips were pursed, her nose perfectly straight, her jawline graceful, and her white earlobes adorned with milky white mother-of-pearl. A faint red tinge lingered at the corners of her eyes, sparkling in them. Her eyelashes occasionally crisscrossed, like the dance of butterflies. A strand of black hair hung by her face, and An Jiyue, so absorbed in her attention, didn't even bother to fiddle with it.
Liang Sinan quietly reached out a hand and put it behind her ear.
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