The next day, some photos appeared in the company's internal group, and there were photos in every group.
Song Xijiao was surprised for a second, then regained her composure.
"Who is so wicked as to post other people's privacy online?"
Who dares to slander Mr. Song!
Yang Peifeng's glasses shone coldly, "Boss Song, do you need me to find out who spread the rumors?"
"Need not."
"OK."
The victim didn’t blur the screen, but the perpetrator did. Are they so kind?
The newcomer was confused and saw the pictures in the group. He thought it was some gossip, so he clicked on it excitedly and found that the pictures were so explosive.
【Picture】【Picture】【Picture】
The old people were silent, waiting to see the show.
There are only two possibilities if the big boss doesn't take any action: one is acquiescence, the other is indifference.
Default is not possible.
That means I don't care.
Only newcomers who have not experienced the harshness of society would naively believe that people who have climbed to the top will care about the trivial things in the past.
The secretariat is made up of a group of veterans, and no matter what the newcomers say in the group, they can remain stable.
It was the boss's special assistant who took action first.
Yang Peifeng: "Everyone, have you had breakfast? If not, I'll treat you all."
Subtext: You have nothing to do, right? Why are you just watching the fun?
The group suddenly became as quiet as a chicken.
Zhao Ruobin frowned and looked at Song Xijiao who was dominating the meeting. What Lin Qingrou told him shouldn't be false.
Could it be that Lin Qingrou was lying to him?
Thinking of this, Zhao Ruobin could no longer sit still. He found an excuse to leave the meeting room, returned to the office, and called Lin Qingrou.
"What!"
Lin Qingrou screamed in shock, her voice sharp and piercing.
"How could she dare?"
Zhao Ruobin frowned, "Mom, is your information wrong?"
Lin Qingrou affirmed, "My information cannot be wrong. She was a slut when she was twelve years old. I don't know how many people have slept with her."
"mom!"
Zhao Ruobin couldn't bear to listen any longer and interrupted, "You're going too far. Who would sell themselves at the age of twelve?"
"Who would sell themselves at the age of twelve?" Lin Qingrou sneered, "Song Xijiao would. If she wasn't such a slut, how could she have married Pei Zhiting?"
"Okay, stop talking, I'm hanging up."
Zhao Ruobin rubbed his temples irritably and put his phone upside down on the table, not wanting to hear Lin Qingrou's voice.
Every time she talked about Song Xijiao, she acted like a crazy woman.
He didn't understand before and just thought Lin Qingrou had a bad temper. Now he vaguely understood that Lin Qingrou was jealous of Song Xijiao.
Zhao Ruobin returned to the meeting room and said, "Sorry, Sister, I just had something to do."
Song Xijiao tapped the table with her finger, "Continue."
"OK."
Zhao Ruobin was fidgeting, glancing at Song Xijiao from time to time. Just now, he had scolded Song Xijiao.
Although Song Xijiao didn't hear it, he still felt guilty.
He has been a good boy since he was young and has never called a girl such harsh words.
Song Xijiao's eyes were sharp and she saw through his thoughts at a glance.
"Just say whatever you want to say, don't waste everyone's time."
"Mr. Song, those photos are fake, right?"
"Which photos?"
"Just, just those in the group."
Song Xijiao turned on the computer, called up the monitoring software, found the surveillance video from the morning, and pointed with her slender jade hand.
"Are these the photos you mentioned?"
"Yes, yes."
"If the customer is satisfied with what we present to them, then even if it's fake, it's real. If the customer is not satisfied, then even if it's real, it's fake. Do you understand?"
Song Xijiao tapped her index finger on the keyboard and pulled up several documents.
"Look, this is the company's financial report for this month. Compared to last month, it's up 15 percentage points. And look at this, it's the sales department's performance report. The lowest performance has reached 500,000."
"The public has sharp eyes and their own judgment. They believe what they want to believe. If they don't believe what we present, we can just replace it until they do."
"Can……"
Zhao Ruobin stared at Song Xijiao's eyes, trying to see some emotions in them.
Failed.
There was only indifference in her eyes, indifference towards everything.
Including those abusive insults.
"Bang..."
When there was no one in the office, she lay down on the table. These photos were not in the police station's files. Who kept them?
The thought of such photos being circulated and even posted online made Song Xijiao feel nauseous.
So disgusting.
Ten minutes later, Yang Peifeng came in to report on his work. Seeing that Song Xijiao only had work in her eyes, he swallowed the comfort that was about to come out of his mouth.
"Mr. Song, you have to inspect the construction site today. It's time to leave."
"good."
Song Xijiao stood up and took the safety helmet on the table.
The way to the construction site passed through several alleys of the old city, which was very similar to where she lived as a child. However, that place was demolished five years ago. Everything should be buried under the dilapidated ruins, covered with thick dust, and never see the light of day again.
She will survive.
Those decadent days could not destroy her, but only made her stronger.
Like the branches of an old tree, it bends in the cold wind, lies dormant in the cold winter, and sprouts new buds in the warm spring sun.
"Lao Yang, have you heard of the broken window effect?"
"I've heard that if a building has a few broken windows and they don't repair them, people will break more windows, or even break into the building and settle there or set it on fire."
"Yes, if a building cannot be repaired, then destroy it and rebuild it."
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