Chapter 52: Love
After Junlan left, the three single guys sat together.
Nangong: "Yang Ning, are you mentally ill? As a shareholder of the company, with so many positions to choose from, you chose to work as a receptionist? If the news gets out, how will others view our hotel?"
Yang Ning: "What's the problem with that? I just arrived at the company, and I have to start from the bottom so that I can learn more and get started faster. Besides, the front desk receives the most messages. Isn't it true that I have become one with them?"
Situ: "We don't care how you want to play, but just don't be like Xu Tuohai. After all, we are all in the same boat. And don't go crazy with Lin Junlan anymore. We are from different worlds. If we force ourselves to be together, everyone will get hurt in the end."
Yang Ning: "I understand."
Junlan sat alone in the small garden, staring blankly.
After a while, Yang Ning also came over.
Jun Lan: "Did you finish your discussion so quickly?"
"Well, there's nothing much to talk about with those old-fashioned people."
Jun Lan covered her mouth and asked, "What secrets did you talk about? Can you tell me?"
Yang Ning smiled and said, "You women are such gossipers. It was Situ who came up to talk to me and told me to stop pestering you."
Jun Lan: "Who is he to me? He's becoming more and more overbearing and authoritarian."
"He's just worried that you'd get hurt, that's all."
"I know he's actually a pretty good guy, tough on the outside but kind on the inside, but I just can't stand his rudeness."
"No way, a big, rough guy doesn't really know how to express his feelings."
"Is he married?"
"It's done."
"Then why isn't he wearing his wedding ring?"
Yang Ning paused and continued, "His wife is dead."
Jun Lan was very surprised when she heard this: "I can't tell. I haven't heard anything about him before. He looks so young, so his wife should be young too. So how did Mrs. Situ pass away?"
Yang Ning: "It's better not to know too much about other people's family affairs, especially not to be overly curious about your superiors' private affairs. Just knowing that this one thing exists is enough. If you want to make a living in a big company, you must first learn to be a talent before you can do the work."
Junlan: "Now I'm curious about how you knew this."
Yang Ning: "We are old friends. Otherwise, how do you think Lu Yang got in? Don't tell anyone that I told you."
Jun Lan: "So that's how it is. Don't worry, my mouth is tighter than a zipper."
Yang Ning checked his phone and said, "Okay, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. There's no one in your office now, so you can go back now."
Jun Lan looked at Yang Ning's receding back and fell into deep thought.
After sorting out her thoughts, Junlan went to the public relations department to see what they were up to.
As soon as she arrived at the public relations department, Jun Lan was stunned.
Even if their leader came back, they were still like a group of headless flies flying around, with no idea about how to arrange the party.
When Tom, the public relations manager, saw Junlan coming, he welcomed her as if she were an immortal. They first gave her a polite hug and then kissed each other on the cheek.
Tom: "Nice to meet you, my dear beauty. I have been waiting for you so hard. Your arrival is like a fire in winter that ignites my source of inspiration..." He kept blabbering on and on.
Jun Lan knocked his orchid finger down and asked bluntly, "What's the manager's name?"
"Just call me Tom."
"What kind of problem are you guys facing right now? New Year's Day is almost here, isn't it? Why are you still dragging your feet? I'm already under a lot of pressure from the higher-ups!"
"I know, I know. I'm in a state of panic too! If you don't believe me, just look for yourself!"
He pointed at a group of listless people lying on the stage and said, "I was really blind to hire so many people to work for me. Every one of them is someone I can't afford to offend."
Jun Lan: "Why? Did they all come from backstage?"
"No, I chose them because they understand fashion and art, which are very relevant to the work of our public relations department."
Jun Lan thought to herself, "What's the right way? Is it your mouth?"
"Since you said it was right, why did it become like this now?"
"Oh, it's a long story. Not only have they inherited the artist's great achievements, but they've also inherited the artist's usual bad tempers. If inspiration strikes, they'll fight to the death. Without a muse, it's like a stagnant pool of water, lifeless. They treat me, their manager, as a dead body, and won't listen to anything I say. The party is almost here, Miss Lin, please save me! Otherwise, I'll be embarrassed!"
Lin Junlan looked at the manager in front of her, who was dressed strangely and spoke in a effeminate voice, and thought to herself, "It's a wonder they'll listen to you."
Junlan knocked the table hard, waking them all up.
"Look at what you look like now? Do you still have any youthful energy? You all look like old patients in their seventies or eighties. Cheer up!"
At this time, a young man wearing glasses stood up and said, "Ms. Lin, we don't want this to happen. We've been rehearsing for weeks, and there's clearly no major problem. It's just that Manager Tom is nitpicking. We're working and rehearsing overtime at the same time. Can we not be like this?"
Junlan turned and glanced at Tom.
Tom: "Don't listen to him, it's a false accusation, a blatant false accusation.
Jun Lan: "Alright, I don't care what unpleasantness you had with Tom before. Now you are under my command, so all of you put away your bad tempers and make this party a good one for me. Do you understand? If you have any dissatisfaction with me during the work, you can raise it, or if you are tired, you can ask for leave to rest. Everyone can speak up, but you can't be perfunctory and slack off like you are now. Do you understand?"
No one dared to speak, but they all stood up.
"Well said, very well said." Tom couldn't help but applaud, but no one present bought his account, no one agreed with him, and slowly he felt embarrassed and stopped.
Jun Lan: "What's your name, the guy with glasses who just spoke?"
"My name is Fang Yunhui, and I'm the choreography lead for this evening party. You can call me Xiao Fang."
"Xiao Fang, what program have you arranged for this evening party?"
"Our gala will last two hours. First, there's a 15-minute singing performance by the Finance Department, followed by a 20-minute folk dance performance by the Resources Department. There's also a 20-minute magic show by your Customer Service Department, a 20-minute skit by the Food and Beverage Department, and the grand finale is our Public Relations Department's performance of Hamlet."
Junlan: "You guys really have great taste. Of all Shakespeare's works, The Revenge of the Prince is my favorite."
Xiao Fang: "Since we are soulmates, let's put on a show for you. My friend, "The Prince's Revenge" is about to begin."
When the public relations department, who had just been struggling to hold on, heard that a drama was about to be performed, they all perked up and went backstage to change into their costumes.
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