Chapter Eighty-Three: Taking the Student Union as an Improper Cadre
Zhao Zejun left the table with a straight face, and Song Yun followed out without saying a word. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Zhao Zejun did not go back to school after leaving the small hotel, but walked in the direction of the company, and came out justifiably, just to go to the company's office.
Song Yun strode up from behind, walking side by side with him, not talking much along the way.
When he arrived downstairs in the company, Zhao Zejun stopped and asked, "Do you have something to say, I see that you want to stop talking along the way." ”
"Hey, hey." Song Yun was seen through his thoughts, smiled sneeringly, and said, "Xuanwei, we definitely won't use it again, but can we be polite to Chang Jie just now?" After all, he is a cadre of the student union, and he may become the next president, and his power is big or small, and he can't help us, but there are many ways to disgust us. This kind of person, there is more than enough success and more failure, it is better not to offend too much, we still have to study at the University of Science and Technology, and it is not a good thing to stiffen the relationship. ”
"Do you think I shook my face to show Xuanwei?" Zhao Zejun asked.
"Isn't it? We have no contradiction with Chang Jie. Song Yun was puzzled.
"I'll tell you, if any other classmate asks me to drink today, I'll drink some eight CDs, but he Changjie can't." Zhao Zejun sneered and said: "As soon as I entered the door, I heard the first sentence he said, this kid was the one who asked Xuanwei to read the coins in the restaurant that day!" ”
"Huh? Did Chang Jie ask Xuanwei to do it? ”
"No wonder you can become a student union cadre, you can think of such a way to make money at a young age, young people, you have a great future." Zhao Zejun said sarcastically.
Song Yun understood now, no wonder Zhao Zejun was angry, he was angry when he heard it.
What kind of person is this?! At the beginning, for the sake of the classmates' face, they kindly agreed to Xuanwei to come in to work, and everyone is an alumnus or a cadre of the student union, not to mention supporting Ze Yue's work, but behind his back, what did Ze Yue offend him?
"Of course Ze Yue didn't offend him, he was not guilty, he was guilty, if you want to blame Ze Yue, you can make money." Zhao Zejun said.
"Ze Yue's money is his business!" Song Yun said indignantly.
"yes, it's all about the!" Zhao Zejun waved his hand: "This kind of person doesn't have to be pretentious with him, the leader of a student union really regards himself as a leading cadre?" You look at his virtue during the meal, as if he was the president of the University of Science and Technology, and his brain was burned out. We don't have people like this kind of people to come and go, and the province is pulled down in IQ and grade. ”
Back to the company, Zhao Zejun looked at the background data statistics records, and the traffic of Zeyue during the SARS period really began to skyrocket, and the number of registered users increased by 20% in less than a month, of which nearly one-third had paid records.
The average frequency of visits and page dwell time have increased by more than 87% compared with before SARS, that is, on average, if a user visited a website once a day and read for an hour, now it may visit twice and spend nearly two hours reading a book.
These data curves are still growing, which means they will be higher in the future.
This shows that during SARS, ordinary people did spend more time on the Internet.
In the comment area of the novel, the number of readers' comments and discussion posts has also generally increased, and it is very lively to open a book at random, and it is a thriving scene.
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In the hotel box, the remaining three people looked at each other.
Xuanwei was the first to break the silence and said cautiously: "Chang Jie...... Look at him......"
"Fuck, something, I started a broken company, and I thought I was amazing!"
Chang Jie slapped the table heavily, furious, and his expression distorted.
Since he joined the student union, he has never been so disgraced. There are more students in the school who start their own businesses, and they have always been polite to him, the vice president of the student union.
Not to mention the students, even the teachers and leaders of the school, when they have a meeting to discuss things, they still don't 'listen carefully to his opinions' and give them full attention.
This made Chang Jie always have the illusion that he could be on an equal footing with the school teachers and leaders, at least one level higher than ordinary students.
Today, from the moment he entered the box and lowered his face to give Zhao Zejun the first glass of wine was refused, Chang Jie began to be unhappy. In addition to eating with the teacher, how can he usually toast his classmates first?
As a result, Zhao Zejun hasn't drunk it yet!
In order to allow Xuanwei to return to Ze to read, Chang Jie endured.
But the result? Zhao Zejun didn't give Xuanwei a chance at all, didn't even say a word of explanation, slammed the door and left!
From the other party's attitude, Chang Jie suddenly realized that no matter how polite Zhao Zejun was before, in fact, from the very beginning, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't take him, the 'vice president of the student union', as a garlic.
A sense of humiliation of being ignored wells up in my heart!
Not only did he feel humiliated, but Zhao Zejun's attitude today was tantamount to completely cutting off his 'way of making money', and it was completely impossible to get a penny from Zeyue.
In order to make money, Chang Jie could bear it, Zhao Zejun cut off his way to make money, and Chang Jie finally broke out.
"Shame on the face! What is it! ”
He slapped the table hard, and his eyes fell on Ma Kaizhi: "Ma Kaizhi, you go and tell him, let him think about it clearly, if he toasts and doesn't eat, Lao Tzu will naturally have a penalty for waiting for him." Don't think that if you open a company, the student union can't do anything about him......"
Ma Kaizhi frowned slightly, interrupted Chang Jie, and said in a cold tone: "Chang Jie, you have to figure out two things. First, your position in the student union is higher than mine, but I am not your errand, and I don't ask you for anything, helping you to spread the word is based on the feelings of your classmates. Second, you said it clearly with your own empty mouth and white teeth, there is no one else to eat today, let me ask you, why did Xuanwei come? You are not only lying to Zhao Zejun, but also to me. That's it, don't ask me to mix these things in the future. Let's go. ”
After speaking, he carried the small satchel on his back, followed in the footsteps of Zhao Zejun, walked out of the box with the same expressionless face, and walked away.
"Fuck?!" Chang Jie's eyes widened and he was stunned.
What's wrong today, he's the usual vice president of the student union, and suddenly he has become a garbage that no one cares about? Even the student union itself doesn't give face?
"Chang Jie, Chang Jie?" Xuanwei tugged at him, "What the hell is going to do about this?" ”
Chang Jie came back to his senses and glanced at him annoyedly: "What should I do!" Cold! ”
"Didn't you just say that there is still a penalty for drinking?" Xuanwei closed the door and asked in a low voice: "Is there a way to rectify Zhao Zejun?" ”
So far, rectifying Zhao Zejun and Zeyue will not do Chang Jie any benefit, and it is impossible to save the situation.
But precisely because he no longer asked Yu Zeyue to read, Chang Jie was able to let go of his hands and feet and not give Zhao Zejun some color to see, he couldn't hang his face, and he couldn't get out of his heart.
"Of course I have a way! Leave this alone. Damn, really take the student union as an inappropriate cadre?! ”