After working for two days in a row, and staying up all night for takeout, Zhao Yuan finally finished the basic drawing. The continuous overdraft of mental and physical strength made her a little dizzy. When I walked into the elevator of the design institute on Monday, I heard a thick and strong voice ask, "Xiao Zhao, I heard that Wei Min fell from the building?"

The speaker was Zhu Gong of the construction engineering office, a middle-aged man who was almost forty years old, who looked like an aerated concrete brick on a construction site, with a rough appearance, but he liked to inquire about gossip the most, and he did not cover up his words.

Zhao Yuanyuan nodded coyly, not wanting to talk about this topic in front of people at all.

But in the modern era of developed network communication, news is like germs, spreading very quickly.

At this time, the colleagues who were full of elevators, who were originally silent, listened to Zhu Gong's words, and suddenly burst like fried beans in a hot pot:

"Zhu Gong, why did Wei Min fall from the building?"

"She jumped on her own?"

"Wei Min is smiling all day, his life is so good, I'm afraid he will be pushed down, right?"

"Hey, didn't Xiao Zhao live in the same neighborhood with her? Xiao Zhao, how did Wei Min fall from the building?"

Before the elevator reached the sixteenth floor where the civil engineering room was located, Zhao Yuan got off the elevator in advance.

She would rather go up the stairs alone than listen to a group of people in the elevator babbling and using strange looks to satisfy their curiosity.

Xiao Yi went to the hospital yesterday, and Wei Min is still in the intensive care unit, and his life and death are uncertain.

She just wanted to pray for her, she didn't want to say it, she didn't want to hear it, even if it was just a gossip about her.

As soon as he sat down in the office, Director Gan walked in, pulled his throat in his characteristic smoky voice and said, "Everyone, go to the third floor on time at nine o'clock to hold a general meeting of the whole hospital, there is something important to announce, and no one should be late." ”

Zhu Gong said: "What's the important thing? Lao Tzu hasn't finished drawing yet, so don't go." ”

Director Gan glared at him, and said with a smile: "It's about everyone in the design institute, and if you don't go, you will bear the consequences!"

The conference room on the third floor is the largest conference room in the hospital, which can accommodate more than 200 employees of the hospital.

When Zhao Yuan walked into the conference room, the conference room was basically full.

She sat down at the back of the room, muted her phone, and closed her eyes, intending to take a nap.

I was so tired in the past two days, and as soon as I closed my eyes, tiredness swept over me. When the speech of the leader of the hospital came intermittently from the rostrum, Zhao Yuan had already fallen asleep dimly.

I don't know how long it took, but a burst of warm applause woke Zhao Yuan up from his dream.

She barely opened her eyes, pulled the arm of her colleague Ding Huazhi, who was clapping and cheering, and asked, "Sister Ding, do you want to give everyone money in the courtyard? Why is everyone applauding desperately?"

Ding Huazhi waved his fat hand: "You went fishing last night? Why do you sleep as soon as you have a meeting? Just now, the dean announced that our design institute has been acquired by a listed company, and everyone will be able to hold shares in the future, isn't this a great thing? Only you can still sleep!"

Zhao Yuan rubbed his eyes, and he couldn't react for a while: "What? We were acquired? Do we make money by holding shares? How much money can we make?"

Ding Huazhi pursed his mouth and said disdainfully: "The specific distribution plan has not come out yet." Our ordinary employees certainly don't get as much as the leaders, but it's better to take less than not to take at all. Don't sleep, listen to the leader!"

Zhao Yuan's face flushed, he sat up straight, pricked up his ears, and prepared to listen carefully to what the dean had said.

I listened to the dean speak in Mandarin with a strong local accent: "Next, I would like to invite Qin Yiyu, vice chairman of Yangfan Group, to speak for everyone!"

The applause from the audience thundered again.

Ding Huazhi leaned into Zhao Yuan's ear and said: "Our design institute was acquired by Yangfan Group. The chairman of Yangfan Group is the well-known real estate boss Jin Ziqiang, but I didn't expect their vice president to come to our design institute in person today......"

Ding Huazhi said something, but Zhao Yuan didn't listen to a word.

All she saw was the man, the familiar man, walking towards the podium and standing in front of the pulpit.

That's right, it's him—a tall figure, long flying eyebrows, a high nose, an unpredictable gaze, and skin as white as jade in the light......

She saw him open his thin lips and speak in his own soul-haunting voice: "Today, I am honored to stand here on behalf of Yangfan Group to introduce to you the glorious history and bright future of our Yangfan Group......

Zhao Yuan sat in his seat in a daze, his ears seemed to be playing in unison, joy, resentment, sadness, excitement, anger, and he couldn't tell what it tasted like in his heart.

For many years, she had fantasized countless times about the two meeting again.

Or on some unfamiliar street, or in a restaurant, or at an alumni reunion...... She met him, and he was still the young man who had loved and doted on him.

It's just that he never thought that now he would stand on the rostrum and become the vice chairman of a listed company that acquired his own design institute.

For Zhao Yuanyuan, the dean of the design institute is already high.

What's more, Zhao Yuanyuan, the vice chairman of the listed company that acquired the design institute, didn't dare to imagine how far there would be between himself and such a person.

After the meeting, employees crowded in the elevator hall and waited to squeeze the elevator.

Zhao Yuan stood quietly in the corner of the elevator room, feeling like he had an unattainable dream, and the whole person was a little distracted.

Suddenly, she felt that everyone in front of her was backing away. A tall male colleague standing in front of her slammed his foot back, and a pair of large feet slammed right on her instep.

Zhao Yuan was caught off guard, and screamed in pain.

Only a few people looked back at her, and most were still smiling sweetly and looking respectfully ahead.

Even the male colleague who had just stepped on Zhao Yuan only hurriedly said "I'm sorry", and immediately stretched out his head to look ahead with a smile on his face.

Is there a pile of gold ahead?

Or is it under the renminbi?

Zhao Yuan rubbed his feet with one hand, broke the male colleague who was blocking him in front of him with the other hand, and stretched out his head to look out from the gap in the crowd.