Chapter 49 09.18/It is more about myself.
After dinner, she simply picked up the garbage and started cleaning the house.
I haven't been back for two months, and everything is a little dirty, and there is no smell of home in the room.
I cleaned up until the evening and finally finished washing all the clothes that needed to be washed, changed the sheets and quilt covers, and even cleaned away the cobwebs in every corner with a broom. Then I went back to bed and lay down again.
The opposite side is still moving.
There was a lot of noise, as if all the furniture had to be moved out in the next two days. I don't know why the landlord is so anxious, as he can rent the house forever.
But after listening for a while, Chu Song stopped paying attention. Although she felt sorry that the landlord across the street had moved out, it was none of her business after all.
She sighed, got up from the bed, squatted on the carpet at the head of the bed, took out her bank card, and checked her deposit information.
When she was still with Fan Tingnian, her salary was credited to her account every two weeks, but after she went to Italy, it was delayed. Later, she was locked up by Fan Tingnian. In short, various things piled up together, and the money for the last month was not credited to her account. Now she only has the first month's salary in her card - 600,000 yuan.
She sat cross-legged on the carpet. Even though she had only received the first month's salary, it was already a lot of money.
According to the contract she signed with Fan Tingnian, she did not complete all the work, and the entire studio's home design process was only 80% completed.
And maybe because she ran away without Fan Tingnian's knowledge, she always felt that the money was a bit hot to hold in her hands.
Just as she was about to put away her bank cards, deposit slips and the like, the doorbell rang again. She threw the things in her hand into the drawer and got up to open the door.
It was the landlord who said he had a semi-new display screen at home and asked her if she wanted it.
"My son bought this. He wanted to play games before and kept pestering me and his mom to buy it for him. Now he's stressed out about school and we don't want him to play."
"Do you need it? If you do, I'll give it to you. My mom and I aren't very good at using those mobile apps, and we're too lazy to find someone to sell them to."
The two chatted for a few minutes, and the landlord was so enthusiastic that he even helped her carry the monitor and the box to the door.
She glanced at the workers still carrying things to the elevator: "Is everything taken away?"
The uncle helped her put the monitor box against the wall. "Yes, they asked for nothing to be left. This is the first time I've encountered such a demanding buyer... Even though they paid a lot, they said they wanted me to unplug the wall sockets and faucets and clear them out. Nothing can be left."
"Even the faucet is not allowed to be left on?" Chu Song was shocked. It turned out that Fan Tingnian was not the only one in the world who was so picky.
The old man was old and a little balding. He touched his sparse hair and said, "Well, I was told that I had to finish the move by tomorrow, so I hired a lot of workers. They kept me busy all day. But the man was nice too. He even reimbursed me for all the workers' wages."
The uncle smiled kindly as he spoke, praising the other party for being a straightforward person in business.
"Okay, then I'll be leaving. Girl, you can use this monitor." The uncle's family was nice. When they came to collect the rent, they saw that she was home alone, so they gave her dumplings.
Chu Song quickly bowed to thank him and said goodbye to him.
It wasn't until noon the next day that the sounds of moving across the street finally stopped.
Chu Song regrouped and first read through the news about his own competition team in recent times, sorted out the cases that his two junior sisters had sent in the group, and stayed up for two consecutive nights to plan the design directions for the three teams to participate in the competition.
After that, she spent another week collecting various recruitment information from the Internet. The economic environment was bad and jobs were hard to find. It was even more difficult for her major to find a good job.
It was at this time that a message popped up in the group that Song Huinan had created, in order to allow them to represent the art museum in the competition.
[【List of approved applicants】]
A colleague forwarded the link to the official AMND announcement in the group.
Then there were several soulless, almost zombie-like replies that followed, which clearly didn’t even click on the link.
Flowers
Flowers
[【Flowers】【Come on】]
......
Chu Song took a quick glance, then slid up the message interface and clicked on the link to the list.
She felt that the people in the group might not have clicked on the link, otherwise they would have seen that the first page of the list listed several teams recommended by industry leaders, and her team was on the second row. Because she was the team leader, her name was listed first.
The AMND competition is extremely prestigious. She had wanted to participate in it when she was still studying, but because of her undergraduate status, she never had the opportunity to join the team on campus.
Maybe I have been looking forward to it for too long. Looking at this list, my heart is pounding, my breathing is tightening, and I feel a little nervous.
After calming down for a few seconds, she scrolled down and looked at the nearly twenty-page list of participants. Finally, she found the name of the art museum on the ninth page. Because it was all officially reported, although she participated in two teams, both teams retained their qualifications.
After checking all the participating teams, she turned to the last page to check the competition schedule and the order in which to submit the designs.
The deadline for submission is the end of this year. The second round of competition will start in February next year, with submission deadline in March and the final results will be announced in April.
It took twenty minutes to read all the information and exit from the link.
Apart from the row of flower replies just now, the group was still silent. However, the red number in the upper left corner of the dialog box continued to grow. There were already more than seventy unread messages, and her WeChat account exploded.
She was stunned for a moment and exited to check the message.
The competition group with Wang Ran and her friends had more than 30 unread messages on the top row. It was obvious that they had also seen the latest list of participating teams. In addition, scrolling down, she saw that Wang Ran was privately messaging her, and many colleagues from the art museum were also sending her private messages.
There were too many messages for her to read at once, so she was in a panic and just clicked on a few at random.
Wang Ran: [Senior sister? ??? ??? ]
Wang Ran: [【Approved List】]
Wang Ran: [Did I see it wrong? ?]
Wang Ran: [[Struck by lightning and turned into a black egg. Emoji]]
Wang Ran: [Is that the C. I know?? How could he have recommended us?]
Next is the information of various colleagues.
[First Song? Did you see that list? Oh my god, I saw you on the first page?]
[Is that you? But the address is exactly the same as yours, so it can't be someone with the same name.]
[Song Song???]
[【screenshot】]
[I'd like to ask [Starry Eyes]]
[Is the team in the second row recommended by the boss yours?]
[How did you get to know him? I've been a fan of him since high school and even copied his paintings during my art exam!]
[How did you get to know him? Can I get his autograph?]
......
Chu Song used to be very popular when she worked at the art museum. Colleagues kept sending her messages, and even some of her former college classmates were also interested in this competition.
I replied to all the messages I could, and when I exited, an email popped up in my mailbox.
She clicked on it and took a look. It was sent by AMND officials. The other party first welcomed her participation with official words, and then said that due to the rules of the competition, although the two teams she participated in passed the review, the official still hoped that she could withdraw from one of the groups and only participate in the competition as one group. Of course, if she insisted on participating in two groups, the official would also reserve her identity.
Two weeks later, when the judges of the competition are announced, the final list of contestants will be announced again. Regardless of whether she intends to withdraw or not, she can inform the official by email within these two weeks, and the official will also make minor adjustments when the list is announced again.
Chu Song replied to the email and said he would think about it.
Song Huinan was indeed a good-for-nothing. After she finished all this and returned to the WeChat interface, she saw the message he had sent to the group two minutes ago.
He first quoted the link to the list at the top, sent a question mark, and then tagged her twice in the group.
Song Huinan: [@初咏]
Song Huinan: [@Chu Song, why do you have two participating teams? Why didn't you inform me in advance?]
Song Huinan: [Contact me privately to report the situation clearly!]
Chu Song stared at it for a while, but instead of sending a private message to Song Huinan's chat box, he replied directly in the group.
Chu Song: [What to report?]
She has already resigned. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. She doesn't want to "serve" her former leader at all now.
Her obviously "disrespectful" reply immediately pissed off Song Huinan.
Song Huinan: [I asked you to report to me privately. Do you understand what privately means?]
Song Huinan: [So unruly? ?]
Song Huinan: [Who taught you?]
Maybe it was because he sent three sentences in a row. Song Huinan also felt that there were many subordinates in the group, which was embarrassing for him, so he directly called Chu Song.
Chu Song curled up on the sofa and saw the voice call pop up on the screen, but he didn't answer it and let it ring until the other party hung up.
Two minutes later, Song Huinan posted again in the group, and his anger could be felt through the screen.
Song Huinan: [Who told you to sign up for a new team without permission?]
Song Huinan: [I don't care what connections you had, whether it was your former school leader or your instructor, you have to withdraw from the other team and can only join the team in the museum.]
In Song Huinan's opinion, Chu Song definitely didn't know Fan Tingnian, but he didn't know how many layers of connections he had to rely on to get the other party to give him this face.
If two teams participate in the competition at the same time and the other team is of a higher level, the team representing the art museum will definitely be scored lower.
The reason why Chu Song did not directly say that she would quit the museum in her reply to the official email was because she wanted to collect evidence to report Song Huinan and return to work at the museum, so she was thinking about how to better handle this matter.
Without replying to Song Huinan's message in the group, she got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water and took out the last few pieces of dried clothes from the dryer.
Unexpectedly, half an hour later, a new situation arose.
Two new people joined the library group, and her colleague Zhang Xinran sent her several private messages.
Zhang Xinran: [I'm still working overtime and just heard Song Huinan talking on the phone in the hallway.]
Zhang Xinran: [He seemed extremely angry with you. He contacted his friends and asked his former teacher to contact someone abroad.]
Zhang Xinran: [I don’t know if it was because of his connections or what, but when C.’s studio in Italy heard about the competition, they responded quickly.]
Chu Song returned to the group and looked at the two new people who had joined. She didn't recognize them, but judging by their WeChat names and addresses, they seemed to be staff members of Fan Tingnian's design team.
Two employees from top international studios suddenly joined the group. Except for the angry Song Huinan and a few subordinates who were flattering him, the rest were even quieter than before.
Song Huinan had just been arguing with Chu Song in the group with great vigour, and now when facing the people from C. Studio, his tone couldn't help but be a little "servile".
Song Huinan: [Hello.]
Song Huinan: [【Welcome】【Handshake】]
Song Huinan: [Excuse me, are you C.'s subordinate?]
Song Huinan: [I would like to verify some information with you on behalf of our museum.]
Song Huinan: [Our staff member Chu Song was recommended by your studio to participate in this AMND competition, but she was originally going to represent our studio. I would like to ask if you can give the recommendation to our team?]
Zhang Xinran obviously also saw what Song Huinan said, and immediately sent it in the dialog box with Chu Song.
Zhang Xinran: [Am I seeing this right? How shameless...]
Zhang Xinran: [I just scolded you, how dare you now have the nerve to recommend me.]
Chu Song was also surprised by Song Huinan's shamelessness. He frowned and looked at the message on the screen. Just as he was about to find Xiao Ai's contact information to ask her if she knew who the two people in the group were, Song Huinan sent another message in the group.
Maybe the people who joined the group hadn't replied, so he confirmed again.
Song Huinan: [Hello, are you from Studio C?]
A message popped up from the dark gray avatar of the person who first joined the group.
C.: [No.]
Song Huinan: [So you are...?]
C.: [It’s me.]
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