Chapter 82 Solving the Problem at Its Root
Just after 2 p.m., the three of them arrived at Baoli.
As they stepped out of the elevator, the receptionist greeted them. Ye Anning waved her hand, "Sister Wen, you're busy, I'll take them in!"
"Okay!" the receptionist replied, assuming he was a customer. Then she looked around, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
Ye Anning immediately understood: "Teacher Ma is here again?"
The receptionist nodded.
"Are they playing my recordings everywhere again?"
The receptionist nodded again.
Ye Anning smiled and said, "Thank you, Sister Wen!"
The receptionist didn't say anything, just returned a smile.
Lin Sicheng and Wang Qizhi exchanged a glance.
Just by looking at the receptionist, you can tell how bad Ye Anning's interpersonal relationships are in the company: it's not like it's anything shameful, but she acts like she's doing something wrong.
The receptionist was afraid that her colleagues would see her getting too close to Ye Anning and then isolate her.
But that's not surprising.
As the saying goes, "one radish, one hole," Ye Anning has risen several levels since he arrived, blocking the way for many people and making many people envious.
If they don't dig a pit for you, who else will they dig for? Isolation is the least of your worries...
Wang Qizhi said with a gloomy face: "See? I've said it eight hundred times: Don't let your mother interfere, don't let your mother interfere... Now look what happened?"
"Uncle, that's my mom. Do you think I can just ignore her?"
"Is your mother just there to make you suffer every day? If you ask me, you might as well quit your job!"
"It's not that exaggerated. At most, they'll whisper a few words behind my back and do something mischievous. Besides, when you change companies, you have to start adapting from scratch anyway."
Ye Anning sighed, "Just like you at Xida University, weren't you the same as me?"
Wang Qizhi choked for a moment.
In fact, his situation and circumstances were exactly the same as Ye Anning's, and perhaps even worse.
Ye Anning at most blocked other people's way, but Wang Qizhi was different: not only did he block the way, he also stole other people's projects and laboratories.
So, unsurprisingly, Wang Qizhi was also set in a trap: the bronze incense burner he had just appraised that morning.
Without Lin Sicheng, he would have definitely stepped on solid ground...
"Fine, I won't quit!" Wang Qizhi declared with boundless pride. "Come on, your uncle will back you up!"
...
The three entered the company and saw several people gathered around the reception area from afar.
A woman in her forties, heavily made up, sat in the middle. A cell phone sat on the coffee table in front of her, from which Ye Anning's voice could be heard:
"Teacher Ma~ The paper is definitely right, and the framing is pretty good too~"
"Although it's in Sanskrit, the structure is neat and the writing is elegant."
"The axle is also an old axle—it matches the characteristics of its era."
At first glance, every sentence sounds certain and every word a guarantee, but if you pay a little attention, you can hear that the tone of voice is different after each pause.
More importantly, it seems like each sentence is only half-said before suddenly jumping to the next sentence?
Anyone with a little common sense can tell that the recording has been edited.
But Wang Qizhi still kept a straight face and tried to scare Ye Anning: "Who taught you to say that when you're doing an appraisal?"
Ye Anning pursed her lips and remained silent: There were many "buts" in the middle, but this woman cut them all out.
It's her fault for not being well-informed and not expecting that the other person had come prepared. So she was caught off guard and, under the woman's persuasive words, said many things too bluntly.
This is the lesson learned.
The three people walked inside, and someone must have seen Ye Anning, because they reminded her. The woman suddenly stood up.
He forced a smile, fine wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes and cheeks, his cheekbones jutting out even higher: "Oh, Assistant Ye is here? Come quick, come quick, help me verify if this is your voice?"
Ye Anning nodded with a smile: "Yes, Aunt Ma!"
Upon hearing the word "Auntie," the woman's face twitched. She then turned her head, her voice rising several decibels:
"Did you hear that? She said it herself, it's an authentic piece, so why can't I bid on it?"
Ye Anning was still smiling: "But Aunt Ma, when did I ever say that this scroll of scripture was written by whose hand, or whose original work it was?"
What's the difference?
Ye Anning nodded: "There is a difference, Aunt Ma!"
Lin Sicheng almost burst out laughing: Ye Anning is usually quite lively, but I didn't expect her to be so cunning.
His tone was calm, and his face wore a smile, showing respect. But the three times he addressed her as "Auntie," the veins on the woman's forehead throbbed uncontrollably.
Teacher Ma was furious, but she couldn't bring herself to do it: Ye Anning was just over twenty, and she was in her forties. What was wrong with calling her aunt?
Just as she was ruthlessly threatening herself, she suddenly realized something and looked at Wang Qizhi and Lin Sicheng.
The older ones are handsome and energetic, while the younger ones are even more handsome and charming, but I've never seen them at the company, so they're definitely not employees of Baoli.
They're dressed well, so they must be guests...
Suddenly, the woman clutched her chest, looking shaken: "See? She won't even admit what she said herself. You still dare to talk business with a sales assistant like that?"
Wang Qizhi didn't reply, but glanced at his watch: "Your leader hasn't arrived yet?"
"We should be there soon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door behind him creaked open, and a man and a woman entered.
Ye Anning whispered a reminder: "The man's surname is He, and he is our deputy director; the woman's surname is Yang, and she is the head of our calligraphy and painting department!"
As they were talking, the two men walked over. Seeing the woman surrounded, they both frowned simultaneously: This woman is here again?
"Teacher Ma, if you continue to obstruct our work like this, we're calling the police!"
The woman toned it down a bit, but still spoke sarcastically, "I didn't argue or make a scene! I just want you to stand up for me: why should she accept it and then back out and want it back?"
How can we make the decision to expel Ye Anning?
I must say, this woman has a pretty clear sense of what's important and what's not.
But then again, these two leaders are quite interesting: they've been making a fuss for half a month, and now you're only saying you want to call the police?
Furthermore, how can such a large company be so idle, letting so many employees gather here to watch the show without making a sound?
Ye Anning, what kind of class are you in?
Wang Qizhi sneered, stepped forward, and greeted the two leaders first.
The two were quite polite, and somehow, they both nodded in the end.
Then, Wang Qizhi came back: "Teacher Ma, my surname is Wang, and my name is Wang Qizhi. I am Ye Anning's uncle, and I happen to know a little about appreciation!"
The woman paused, slightly wary: "What do you mean?"
"It's nothing, I'm just here to solve a problem!" Wang Qizhi smiled. "Tell me your demands!"
The woman was only concerned about Bao Li's reputation, not about being related to anyone, so her aura immediately flared up, and she forcefully swung her thin arm:
"It's simple, just start bidding!"
Is this a sign that they're not prepared to reason with me?
Of course, if she were reasonable, she wouldn't have caused such a commotion for so many days.
For Wang Qizhi, the matter was not difficult to solve. Almost instantly, he came up with seven or eight ways to make the woman take the things and slink away.
But as Ye Anning said, even if there's no Teacher Ma, there's still Teacher Donkey. Therefore, we need to solve the problem at its root.
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