three
Sundays at the design institute were just like any other.
Chunhua made a cup of American coffee in the tea room. The bitter and burnt smell of coffee filled the air. She sniffed and felt much refreshed.
Last night, Jinrong steamed the hairy crabs and forced us to wait for two hours before we could eat them. We were not willing to leave until we had finished eating.
She rubbed her temples helplessly, sighing that successful people have endless energy.
"Working overtime again, working overtime every day, I don't even have time for a date!"
"No matter what kind of date you have, there's no one for you."
"Who said that? Just because there's nothing now doesn't mean there won't be anything in the future. I already have a target. As long as I take action, won't it be easy to catch it?"
Chunhua heard Xu Qing's voice, frowned, and walked out with his coffee.
Unfortunately, they met each other. Seeing Chunhua was particularly enthusiastic, Xu Qing suddenly reached out and held her. The wet and sticky feeling immediately gave her goose bumps.
"Sister, the coffee you make smells so good, give me a cup too!"
The girl was very good at acting coquettishly, and the ending of her words had to be inflected several times. Chunhua retracted her hand and pulled it out forcefully.
"Work is hard, and coffee is not suitable for a sweet girl like you."
Xu Qing giggled, and it was not known whether she really didn't understand or was just pretending. Chunhua was too lazy to delve into it anyway, and just wanted to have some peace and quiet.
She entered the design institute two years later than Chunhua. They were undergraduate alumni. Logically, they should be closer because of this relationship. However, Xiao Niangyu was sweet-mouthed and cunning, and she was unscrupulous and didn't know how to hide it. She acted very close to Chunhua in front of others, but gossiped about her behind her back, calling her an "old woman", "hypocritical", and "no man wants her".
Chunhua heard every word she said, but was unwilling to get angry in person, so he just kept his distance from her silently.
She thought that staying away from trouble would help her avoid getting into trouble.
Rao thinks it's too simple.
Huarong Group's project was a headache. There were two stubborn residents in the area originally planned for demolition. They asked for exorbitant prices, which alarmed the group's top management. Even their personal intervention failed to resolve the problem.
Now we can only ask the design institute to redesign and find a way to bypass these two households.
Chunhua had no idea what to do. In her annoyance, she listened to the bustling noise outside. Through the glass, she saw Xu Qing holding seven or eight cups of coffee and serving them to everyone with a smile. She was a little impressed by her social skills.
"Brother Song, how is your project going? I heard from Xiaodong that it's not going well." She handed the coffee to Ding Song, as if she was unintentionally concerned about her colleague.
Ding Song's beard was scruffy today, and his hair was a mess. He took the drink and gulped down half a cup. "Don't mention it," he said. "I'm really impressed by those two stubborn people. Look," he pointed his chin in the direction of Chunhua's office. "Our boss has done a lot of hard work here."
Xu Qing curled her lips and stood up for them: "Those country bumpkins are just trying to take advantage of the situation! Brother Song, you guys are in such a plight! I heard that old woman at Huarong is very difficult to deal with. My senior sister is a practical person, and terror won't coax her."
Ding Song was a straightforward person. He couldn't tell whether she was praising him or criticizing him. He just nodded silently in agreement with the "pragmatist"'s words and sighed distressedly, "Sister Qing, I won't just pack up and leave, will I? I wish I could have an uncle who is a high-ranking official like you."
"Nonsense," Xu Qing rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, and pinched his arm through her sleeve with her water chestnut-like hand.
"Brother Song always makes fun of me. How can I have an uncle who is a high-ranking official?"
Ding Song was hit by her neither too hard nor too lightly, and he immediately felt more energetic, and his dry and flaky face turned rosy.
"But, Senior Sister, will you be okay this time? After all, she and I are classmates, and I really don't want to see her being harassed by that old woman."
"Well, it's hard to say..." Ding Song looked at Chunhua through the glass. She was half his master, and everyone could see how hard she worked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the vice president came in personally with a man in a neat suit. The sharp-eyed Xu Qing immediately recognized that this was Gong Qi, the general secretary of Huarong Group.
“It’s broken, it’s broken!”
Ding Song was so anxious that he was spinning around in place. Xu Qing showed a little contempt. This man was just that kind of person. But in just a moment, she managed her expression and looked at Chunhua with worry.
God knows how much she hopes Huarong will kick Liang Chunhua out. As long as she acts coquettishly with her uncle, the project will fall into her hands.
"Ms. Liang, our wife wants you to come over." Secretary Gong spoke politely and gentlemanly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Chunhua flipped through the drawings and apologized politely: "Sorry, today I..."
"Well, I'll let Ding Song take care of your matter first. Go quickly!" the vice president urged.
"But this blueprint..."
"Oh, Chunhua," he slapped his thigh anxiously, "Why are you still worrying about the blueprints? We can get around here without you. Go!"
Chunhua sat in the comfortable back seat of the car. She had just moved several times, but ultimately couldn't find a suitable position for her. She clenched her hands, a sticky sweat oozing out. Although she tried to suppress her sighs as slowly as possible, Secretary Gong still listened to them.
"Miss Liang, do you have something to ask me?"
His face was expressionless yet revealed an inappropriate concern.
"Madam, what do you want to talk to me about? About design? Or..."
"Don't worry about the design. With President Jin here, no one at Huarong will make things difficult for you, and Madam won't make things difficult for you either.
I don't know if Mr. Jin has told you that his wife's health is getting worse day by day, and he hopes that Miss Liang will try not to conflict with her."
conflict?
Chunhua frowned and looked out the window. Was there a conflict with the chairman of Huarong Group?
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