Chapter 50 09.18/It’s the second update to meet an investor. …
C.: [Other teams are not recommended to participate.]
C.: [Only recommend the individual team of Chu Song.]
After these two sentences, I could feel the quietness in the group even more.
Song Huinan seems to still want to fight for it.
Song Huinan: [It's like this. Chu Song is our employee. If two teams participate in the competition, it will affect the performance of one team.]
Song Huinan: [So it’s actually more appropriate for her to represent our pavilion.]
The reason why Song Huinan kept talking in the group was because the people in C. Studio didn't add his personal contact information at all.
Chu Song was also very surprised. It had been nearly ten days since she returned from Italy, and she had no contact with Fan Tingnian during this period... This caused her to instinctively feel very timid when she saw the few words that popped up from Fan Tingnian's avatar on the screen.
Fortunately, Fan Tingnian didn't want to communicate any further, so his assistant took over and answered Song Huinan's questions.
Assistant: [Sorry, our studio is not collaborating with any art museums at this time.]
Assistant: [Uncooperative.]
Assistant: [We don’t accept commissioned articles.]
Assistant: [We will not withdraw the competition recommendations that have already been applied for.]
......
C. The team members publicly stated in the museum's competition group of nearly 20 people that they did not recognize the name of the museum, had no intention of discussing any cooperative projects with Song Huinan, and were only supporting Chu Song himself.
After a few words, Chu Song could feel everyone's shock and speechlessness.
Not long after, the two accounts left the group one after another, and Fan Tingnian did not speak again after the first two sentences.
Chu Song’s phone interface was still stuck on Fan Tingnian’s account.
The name and profile picture of the WeChat account are different from the one she blocked when she escaped from Italy. This may be another account Fan Tingnian used for work.
But after he joined the group, he didn't look for her, which is actually very abnormal.
He should have been very angry, but he seemed to have done nothing until now, and even helped her again just now.
Chu Song took a deep breath, pulled up the blanket on his body, and snuggled into the sofa again.
Because she was worried about safety, she deliberately chose a pricier house when she rented one after graduation. Now the environment of this community is not bad, but the sound insulation is a bit poor.
Her sofa was near the entrance. The room was quiet. She could hear the elevator outside beep and then open.
There are four households on this floor. There are two more households farther west from her house, but one house is empty. The other family only comes back to stay for two days on weekends when the children are not in school. Now the family opposite has moved out, so there has been no one on her floor for some time.
The elevator door closed, and then she heard faint footsteps outside, as if walking towards the opposite door, possibly the new tenants who moved in opposite.
However, the person who bought the house was also a bit strange. She didn't know why she was so anxious. In the past few days, she saw decoration workers coming out from the opposite side.
Construction goes on from morning to night every day, but I don’t know what noise-blocking materials they used, the decoration noise is very small, so other residents have no complaints.
She put down her phone, picked up the cup on the table and drank water, no longer paying attention to it.
Outside the door, Fan Tingnian stood two steps away from Chu Song's door.
A few days ago, the temperature in the north city dropped even lower. It has been raining these two days and the air is filled with humidity.
The man was wearing a black windbreaker that reached his calf, a white shirt underneath, an exquisite and restrained black thin tie, and one glove on his right hand.
Because there had been no sound for a long time, the voice-controlled lights in the corridor dimmed, and the black coat and the dim light blended together. At first glance, no one could be seen in the corridor, but in fact he was standing there.
He bought the other three households on this floor, but he did not let the family of three move out for the time being because it was inconvenient.
He stood in the corridor for a long time, about half an hour. He took another half step forward, and then seemed to think of the frightened looks on the girls' faces every time he approached them in the past month. He thought for half a second, stepped back, and kept the same safe distance of two meters as before, and did not move closer.
After a few minutes, he withdrew his gaze from the door and turned to walk towards the house opposite.
Things in Italy have not been completely dealt with, so he has to go back frequently recently.
He didn't want to alarm her at this time.
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Song Huinan had been withholding her resignation procedures, refusing to follow the process, which now made things convenient for Chu Song.
Because she has not completed the resignation procedures, she is still an employee of the art museum. She collected all the evidence and returned to the art museum to continue working. On the third day after returning to work, she reported various factual evidence, including Song Huinan misappropriating other people's designs, withholding employee wages, violating labor laws and forcing former employees to continue working, to her superiors, the agency affiliated with the art museum, and the relevant departments handling related matters, in triplicate.
Song Huinan's behavior seriously violated discipline and laws. Chusong had complete evidence, and there was even an eyewitness recording in the case of design theft.
She had been planning this for a full month and a half before she went to Italy, ensuring that every step was flawless.
He also thought of a very appropriate way to deal with the matter, which would not only allow Song Huinan to avoid what he had done, but would not affect the interests of the art museum.
On the third day after submitting the report, Song Huinan was suspended by his superiors.
A week later, the investigation confirmed the facts. Because the museum had recently been cooperating with the government to organize cultural activities and discipline was being strictly enforced, Song Huinan's situation was too serious and the museum leaders were afraid of getting into trouble, so they asked him to resign and dismissed him.
Chu Song decided to have the final results of the AMND competition, which he and his team recommended by C. participate in, counted in the name of the museum.
She has been working for two years and has outstanding abilities. She has independently completed three large projects this year alone.
As soon as Song Huinan left, the museum was short of a group leader, so the museum finally decided to promote her to deputy group leader and temporarily take over the position of group leader.
On the night that the appointment email was sent, she had dinner with Wen Yao.
The weather was cold, and we were eating mutton hotpot. The steam coming out of the copper pot created a white haze.
Chu Song used the chopsticks in his right hand to pick up some mutton and dip it in sesame sauce. Eating mutton hotpot in this weather, the moment the meat entered his mouth, his whole body warmed up.
Wen Yao also took a bite of the meat, her tone still full of surprise: "So you really made 600,000 from him???"
When she said the last few words, Wen Yao looked around and lowered her voice like a thief.
Hearing Wen Yao say this, Chu Song's meat got stuck in his throat, and the smile that had just appeared because of eating something delicious disappeared halfway.
"Yes, it's indeed that much money..." She actually felt a little sorry for Fan Tingnian.
Because lying to him is really lying to him.
"Then he didn't contact you again later?" Wen Yao handed Chu Song an opened bottle of soda.
Chu Song took it and shook his head: "No."
She frowned and recalled: "When I left, I was so scared that I blocked his WeChat, but he never added me again and never called me."
Although Wen Yao had never met Fan Tingnian, she still felt uneasy when she heard him say, "Based on your description of his personality, I thought he would come to China to find you."
Chu Song frowned even deeper when she heard this. In fact, she thought so at first.
"What about his brother?" Wen Yao asked again.
Chu Song shook his head again: "He sent me a voice message last week, but it was only one sentence. It ended after two words. He hasn't sent it since."
She actually felt that Nan Ling's cell phone seemed to have been taken away by someone, but he seemed to have been confined by Fan Ting during the New Year, so this situation seemed normal.
Moreover, she was afraid that her contact with Nan Ling would be discovered, so she simply did not reply to the message.
"Okay," Wen Yao thought for a moment, "maybe he was too busy in Italy and didn't have time to come see you, so he let you go. Didn't you say he had a lot of things to do at home in Italy?"
Chu Song felt uneasy, but nodded anyway. This was the only possibility.
Wen Yao put the remaining mutton into the pot and asked, "Have you been sleeping well recently?"
"It's okay," Chu Song helped to stir the meat. She wasn't used to the fast-paced office life when she first came back and had some insomnia. "But the upstairs is still being renovated."
Wen Yao looked at her: "Your house upstairs?"
Chu Song nodded. "Yes, they say the upper floor has been sold. Maybe a small company is going to use it as a studio."
What Chu Song didn't know was that the floor downstairs had actually been sold as well.
But she couldn't hear the noise of the renovation downstairs, and she didn't meet any neighbors to tell her, so she never knew about it.
"When will the renovation be completed?" Wen Yao asked casually.
Chu Song shrugged lightly, his voice softened by the heat: "I don't know."
Wen Yao lived not far from Chu Song. They had originally planned to go back to their respective homes after dinner, but in the end, Wen Yao decided to go to Chu Song's house and live with her.
Because Chu Song resigned and went on vacation, and then she came back, Wen Yao was busy with work, and the two hadn't seen each other for a long time. When they finally met, they wanted to stay together and watch some TV series.
After taking a taxi downstairs, Chu Song said he wanted to go to the supermarket at the door to buy some snacks. Wen Yao was in a hurry to go to the bathroom and wanted to go home first. Chu Song told her his home password, asked her to go up first, and went to the supermarket by himself.
When Wen Yao walked into the unit door, the elevator door was about to close. She ran forward quickly and pressed the elevator button to stop the door from closing.
There were other people in the elevator, and she bowed her head and apologized as she walked in: "I'm sorry."
When she looked up again, the elevator door closed and she found a very tall man standing next to her.
He was wearing a textured dark grey coat, and even from his silhouette alone one could tell he had a good figure and a cool demeanor. However, he seemed to be someone with a strong sense of social distance, standing diagonally in front of her, more than a meter away from her.
Wen Yao felt that her action of stopping the elevator might have offended him, so she whispered sorry again and stood aside.
Then the elevator door opened. Wen Yao was eager to go home, so she rushed out and ran quickly towards Chu Song's house. She didn't notice that the man had just gotten off the elevator on the same floor as her.
Wen Yao went to the bathroom first after entering the door, then came out to take off her coat, and then received a call from Chu Song.
She went to Chu Song's kitchen, got a cup of water, and heard Chu Song asking her on the other end of the phone what snacks she wanted.
"It's all fine. You can buy whatever you like. You know my taste," Wen Yao said, then thought, "You're just arriving at the supermarket now?"
Chu Song pushed the cart past the shelves, his phone tucked under his shoulder, picking out snacks from the shelves: "I just got a call at the door."
"At work?"
"Yes," Chu Song nodded slowly, looking at the date on the back of the potato chip bag. "My boss told me to meet an investor tomorrow. Isn't our museum having a big exhibition in the second half of the year? That project has been assigned to our group."
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