The next day at noon.
Spring is approaching, and the long-lost warm sunshine shines on Pei Zhiyu through the glass window.
Under the long-term stimulation of light, she slowly opened her eyelids.
The first thing I did when I woke up was to look around for Qin Hezhou, but he was obviously not there.
I guess he has already gone to work.
Real estate agents are really busy...
She sighed as she got up to wash up. When she got to the sink, she found a note on the mirror:
[I left breakfast on the table. Qiao Yue came to see you this morning, so I asked for leave for you. So, just stay home and have a good rest today.]
Ask for leave?
Pei Zhiyu forced a smile, feeling touched but helpless.
Where do entrepreneurs get their vacations?
What's more, she not only has to start a business, but also has to race against time to prepare how to defeat certain people.
After washing up, she called Qiao Yue and told her that everything would be arranged as usual for today and that she didn't need to worry about Qin Hezhou's request for leave in the future.
The plan must proceed as normal.
When Qiao Yue arrived, Pei Zhiyu had already been busy alone for a while.
There were several empty bowls at hand, and she devoured all the breakfast left by Qin Hezhou. After eating, she started to organize the data and forgot to wash the dishes.
Qiao Yue was already used to being an assistant, so she helped her bring the bowls into the kitchen.
When he came out, he saw Pei Zhiyu holding his forehead with both hands, his face full of pain and worry.
"Sister Zhiyu, have you seen the trending topics?" she asked tentatively.
Pei Zhiyu came back to her senses from the data. When she heard the trending searches, she subconsciously thought they were the ones she had seen last night.
So he replied, “Yes, I saw it last night.”
But Qiao Yue was a little surprised when she heard this, "Last night?! But wasn't this matter just exposed this morning?"
Pei Zhiyu's eyes narrowed.
Sensing something was wrong, she immediately opened her phone and clicked on the trending search list. She hadn't had time to exit yesterday and it was still showing the previous version.
But after refreshing, the entire list is completely different from last night.
"What is this? Pei Yuanyuan bullies her teammates..." She was stunned.
It was clearly all related to that variety show before, how did it become Pei Yuanyuan overnight?
Pei Zhiyu knew that she was a bully.
Because she was the first victim of Pei Yuanyuan's bullying.
But how could these things suddenly be exposed? Didn’t Pei Guangyuan and Wang Chunrou care?
Qiao Yue seemed to have the same question: "I find that artist who was bullied quite strange. They said that it hadn't been exposed before because Pei... uh, Pei Yuanyuan's parents would pay hush money all year round and put pressure on her."
"Then why are you talking about it now? Do you want to fight to the death?"
"Maybe." Pei Zhiyu clicked on the entry.
The content is basically about how many teammates Pei Yuanyuan has bullied in recent years, and there is nothing else to it.
This is what she deserves, I guess.
Pei Zhiyu didn't look at it any more and called Qiao Yue over, and the two continued to work.
After finishing organizing her own data, she took out a stack of information about Ward from the innermost part of the drawer.
To be precise, it is evidence that Fu Yan and others are counterfeiting and selling counterfeit goods.
"These things I..."
She was halfway through her speech when Qiao Yue's phone rang.
Pei Zhiyu immediately fell silent.
But Qiao Yue did not answer the phone. She looked panicked. She said perfunctorily that it was a harassing call, but the phone did not cooperate and rang again.
Every time Qiao Yue hung up, it rang again, and this went on for at least six or seven times.
Pei Zhiyu's doubts were piling up. She could see the evasion in Qiao Yue's eyes, as if she was afraid that she would discover something.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
This time when the phone rang, Pei Zhiyu was the first to get Qiao Yue's phone.
She handed it to Qiao Yue, her voice slowly cooling down: "Answer it, put it on speakerphone."
Qiao Yue bit her lip and almost broke the pen in her hand. She looked very resistant.
But this only made Pei Zhiyu more suspicious.
"How about I help you answer it?"
Qiao Yue loosened her bitten lower lip, and as if mustering up great courage, she took her cell phone from her hand, pressed the answer button and then the speakerphone button.
Almost the moment the call was connected, a familiar voice came from the receiver -
"Qiao Yue! How dare you not answer my call! You gave Pei Zhiyu that data, didn't you?!"
"When you were bullied in the company, I was so kind as to help you, and now this is how you repay me!?"
Qiao Yue looked unhappy.
Pei Zhiyu knew the moment he opened his mouth that this person was Fu Yan.
She misunderstood Qiao Yue.
In addition to feeling guilty, she also deeply despised Fu Yan's harassment.
She couldn't stand it any longer and was ready to snatch the phone away and confront this rubbish herself.
But unexpectedly, Qiao Yue dodged her hand and gave her a firm look.
Then, she said calmly to the phone: "The person who has helped me has always been Sister Zhiyu, not you Fu Yan. When it comes to repaying kindness with resentment, who can compare to you..." Reading La
Before she could finish the rest of her words, Fu Yan exploded.
He seemed to have guessed that Pei Zhiyu was there too, and immediately turned his attention to Qiao Yue, scolding Pei Zhiyu three times.
"Pei Zhiyu! I know you're listening! As a human being, you should have some bottom line. It's ok for you to target me, but why did you also target Yuanyuan?! Are you happy that you pushed her to a dead end? She's your sister!"
The more heart-wrenchingly he roared, the more Pei Zhiyu was unwilling to respond to him.
Pei Zhiyu took the phone only when he was almost exhausted from cursing and was obviously mad with the feeling of punching cotton.
Her tone was calm, yet with a hint of arrogance that could crush someone, she said lightly, "Seeing you two living like this, I'm really happy."
When Fu Yan heard this, he couldn't hold it in any longer and started swearing into his phone again.
Pei Zhiyu looked at the mad dog with a smile.
After he finished cursing, he sneered and continued, "Keep it up, Fu Yan. Never let this evil spirit of yours disappear. Never ask for mercy, even if you go to hell."
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