Kang Mucheng knew that Jian Jing didn't like to socialize, so he comforted her and said, "My mother won't mind. She gave you a chance. If you don't like it, she won't look for you next time."
Jian Jing thought about it and said, "It's actually quite fun."
"Um?"
"Didn't President Qin say that his wife's collection was opening and that he was inviting everyone to participate this weekend?"
"What's wrong, you want to go?"
"No, I just think it's funny that he's cheating on his wife while selling his loving wife persona."
Kang Mucheng was surprised: "Cheating?"
"He had a dyed brown hair clipped on his shirt collar and a black and white silk thread hooked on his cufflinks. Among the people who came today, the women were all wearing dresses, which were obviously out of place, except for..." Jian Jing's gaze passed through the crowd and fell on the generous and capable Editor-in-Chief Guo.
She was wearing a houndstooth suit with the jacket draped over her shoulders and a hip-hugging skirt. A few black roots were visible in her golden brown hair.
It is obvious that the person Mr. Qin is having an extramarital affair with is Editor-in-Chief Guo.
"Don't learn from her." Kang Mucheng had seen this many times, so he didn't think it was strange. He taught her, "If a married man hints at you, slap him."
"It has nothing to do with me." Jian Jing didn't take it to heart at all.
But she forgot that although the man was heartless, she was interested.
Jian Jing came out of the bathroom and happened to run into Editor-in-Chief Guo.
She said warmly, "Hey, let me tell you something. You know Mr. Qin, right? The one who runs an art collection company. His new exhibition hall is opening this weekend. You should go and take a look."
Jian Jing didn't want to get too close to her, so she wanted to refuse politely right from the start.
Who would have thought that Chief Editor Guo would speak up sooner, whispering, "Boss Qin has invited... Mrs. Minister, and Boss Kang will definitely have to make this trip. You can come with him and meet him."
There are two Mr. Kangs in Jinwu, but Kang's mother is usually called President Kang and Kang Mucheng is called the Mr., which clearly indicates the latter.
Jian Jingyuan had little interest in this, but after hearing her say this, she did not immediately refuse: "Come when you are free."
"It's settled then." Editor-in-Chief Guo said earnestly.
Jian Jing responded vaguely and finally got away. As she turned into the corridor, she ran into Writer Wu again.
He was next to the rockery in the atrium of the hotel, hugging a little girl and making some gestures.
The little girl tried to get rid of him and politely refused: "I'm sorry, Teacher Wu, I have something else to do. Teacher Wu, please don't do this."
"Aren't you going to ask me about the symposium? I haven't thought about it yet." Writer Wu said nonchalantly, "I'm very busy and can't spare time for every activity..."
Jian Jing raised her eyebrows, turned on her phone, and clicked.
The camera was not muted and made a loud sound, which startled writer Wu.
"What are you doing?" He stared at her phone, "Take some random photos, delete them."
Jian Jing scrolled the screen and said nonchalantly: "This is a public place. Am I bothering you by taking a selfie?"
Writer Wu scolded, "Stop talking nonsense and delete it." As he spoke, he tried to snatch it away.
Jian Jing did not dodge or evade: "Teacher Wu, if you continue like this, I will scream for molest."
"Are you threatening me, little girl?" Writer Wu sneered, "You can't even protect yourself, and you still want to stand up for others?"
Jian Jing was very calm: "If you don't believe me, try it."
Writer Wu looked uncertain. After a while, he didn't try to grab it. He said, "If you are planning to post it online, I advise you to give up as soon as possible. What use can a photo be? If you end up losing more than you gain, don't blame me for not reminding you."
"Don't bother." Jian Jing had no intention of really sending it out. The dirty information in hand was the most intimidating. If it was sent out, it would be like playing your cards, and the opponent would have to deal with it afterwards.
A photo is not a big deal. At most, it will cause writer Wu to get criticized, but it cannot shake his foundation.
"Haha." Writer Wu sneered twice, lost interest in "guiding" the little girl, and turned away.
At this time, the young girl who was being harassed hesitated for a moment, then walked over and said, "Teacher Jian."
"Is there something?" Jian Jing looked at her, and the details she saw came to her mind one by one: the dress was slightly too big, the creases were still there, the trademark of the fast-moving consumer goods brand was visible on the back of the neck, the shoes did not fit her feet, and there was a Band-Aid on the heel. It was obvious that she did not often come to such occasions.
Considering her young and immature face, she was most likely a recent graduate who was sent by the company to run errands.
"I'm Xiao He from the event company." The girl scratched her fingers unconsciously, "Thank you so much for what you did just now, but could you please delete the photos you took just now?"
Jian Jing asked: "Why?"
Xiao He said bitterly: "I am the person in charge of connecting with Mr. Wu in the company. If the photos are not deleted, he will definitely not agree to cooperate."
"So what?" Jian Jing asked.
Xiao He was stunned, looked up at her, and said, "I thought you were helping me out."
"That's right, but what's the point of deleting the photos?" Jian Jing asked back, "If you are being harassed, you should tell your supervisor. If he refuses to help you, then tell your boss. If your boss also asks you to be patient, you might as well just quit."
Xiao He pursed his lips and said, "Teacher Jian, please be kind. It's not easy for me to find a job."
Jian Jing frowned: "I didn't take a picture of your face."
"Our leaders and Party B promised to invite Teacher Wu to participate in the event. If I mess up..." Xiao He shook his head and didn't say anything else. "Please."
Jian Jing looked at her for a while and said, "No."
"Why?" Xiao He looked up in confusion, and the person in front of him was reflected in his dry contact lenses.
She was a few years younger than herself, with snow-white skin, long flax-gray curly hair that fell softly on her shoulders, and a light gray dress decorated with crystals, like a princess dress in a Disney animation.
I clearly helped her, why are you making things difficult for her
"No reason." Jian Jing said, "You have already offended Teacher Wu. Think carefully about whether you should offend me as well."
Xiao He was speechless.
"I can send you a copy of the photo, and you can use it to threaten him, or tell your boss." Jian Jing shook her phone, "Delete it? Impossible."
After saying that, she walked straight to the rockery in the atrium and stood where writer Wu had just stood. She raised her cell phone at a 45-degree angle and made a heart shape with her hand.
Click, n continuous shots.
I picked a photo with the best angle, opened Weibo, and uploaded it.
Simple v:
Happy Birthday Jinwu Publishing House
I took a lot of photos and picked the best one [circle.jpg]
Soon, many comments popped up below.
Die-hard fan A: The missing people have returned. If they don’t come online, the rumors will be spread until the seventh day.
Big fan B: I just want to ask one question, when will there be a second part of Demon Doctor
Comment C: Was the previous visit to the hospital really an accident and not suicide
Fan D: Your mom upstairs is dead
Die-hard fan Bai Xiaohuo: Teacher Jingjing is so pretty, she has become prettier again. When I see her, my waist and legs don’t ache anymore and I can climb up to the fifth floor without feeling tired! If Teacher Jingjing replies to me, my cold will be cured right away! !
"Hiss", Jian Jing took a small breath. The flattery from this fan named Bai Xiaohuo was so exaggerated that it gave her goosebumps.
She rubbed her arms and replied silently, still cherishing her fans.
—“Drink more hot water.”
Then the other party immediately replied with an emoticon: [cat is well behaved.jpg]
The cat is cute, Jian Jing stole this emoticon package.
The second half of the celebration was boring. President Kang reviewed past achievements and looked forward to future plans, but these were all formalities. Then he presented awards to the publishing company employees and cut a three-layer cake with edible candles with the number 32 on it.
After eating the cake, everyone left one after another.
Kang Mucheng was very conscious. After bringing Jian Jing here, he also had to send her back properly.
On the way back, I asked her, "What do you mean by the photo? You never posted this before."
"I'm annoying someone." Jian Jing told him about her encounter with writer Wu. "He acts like a senior and bothers me all day long. I'm so annoyed."
Kang Mucheng shook his head: "Photos are useless."
Writer Wu became famous 20 years ago. He has fame, experience and status. These minor troubles are not serious and cannot affect him. On the contrary, he has a wide network of contacts and it is easy for him to cause trouble to Jian Jing.
"Don't send it out. If you get desperate, you'll get into trouble," he warned.
"He thinks he is a jade bottle and doesn't dare to confront me head-on." Jian Jing had her own ideas, "I'm just giving him a response, I won't post it."
Kang Mucheng was filled with emotion again.
In the past two years, when she encountered such things, she would just keep it to herself and might not tell anyone even if asked. But today, not only can she fight back, but she also got evidence against her.
He suddenly became curious: "Why didn't you delete the photos?"
"Do you think I will agree to her?"
Kang Mucheng nodded. This incident surprised him more than taking pictures: Although Jian Jing portrayed the good and evil of human nature in the story, she was just a naive person in real life.
Previously, a young writer came to her and asked if they could hold a book signing event together. It was her first time and she was afraid she could not do well, so she hoped that a senior writer could give her some guidance.
Then Jian Jing really came to ask him...
"This is physical evidence. Evidence is very important." Maybe it's the sequelae of the last mission, but Jian Jing has a strong desire to protect the evidence. "I will keep it confidential, but I won't destroy it."
Kang Mucheng: “Hmm.”
She: “Hmm?”
“Are you going to write about the police in your next film?” he said. “You’ve captured their mentality very well.”
Jian Jing was surprised: "Boss Kang, are you complaining?"
"Otherwise?" He raised his eyebrows.
Inexplicably, Jian Jing suddenly wanted to laugh, and indeed couldn't help laughing out loud: "It's a bit unexpected."
"Why, in your heart, I am just a serious old guy?" Kang Mucheng raised his hand and patted her head gently, "That's too much."
"No, no." Jian Jing suppressed her laughter. "Our CEO Kang is handsome, young and promising, with a net worth of over 100 million. He is undoubtedly a diamond bachelor - ah, this title is outdated, we should call him a domineering CEO."
Kang Mucheng sneered softly: "Boring."
"What's not boring?" she asked.
He said, "Let's free up the weekend and go to attend the opening of Mr. Qin's exhibition hall."
He didn't give a reason, but Jian Jing trusted him very much, so she agreed immediately: "Okay."
"Not disgusting?"
"It's none of my business."
Afterwards, Jian Jing recalled and found that she had said similar words twice.
They are all totally wrong.