"Mr. Qiao, the news of the suspension of the project has spread, and Tong Jingsheng has to believe it." After getting in the car, Ancheng reported to Qiao Zhanbei.

"The next thing is to fight a psychological war with the surnamed Tong." Qiao Zhanbei explained in a deep voice.

"Mr. Qiao, according to the investigation, the Tong family's investment has failed repeatedly in the past three years, owing hundreds of millions of loans to the bank, Tong Jingsheng has been addicted to gambling in the past two years, and owes tens of millions of gambling debts, and now is the time for lack of money."

Qiao Zhanbei sneered, knowing that the Tong family had not been able to do it in the past few years, but he didn't expect that the foundation had become like this.

"Banks, casinos, you can take care of them, let them urge the surname Tong, and Tong Jingsheng will be in a hurry, he can only sell the land."

"Understood."

"How's the disc preparation?" Qiao Zhanbei reminded again.

This project has been publicized in the news before, a few days ago Qiao's stock price has risen sharply, and now the project is canceled, shareholders and shareholders are panicking, which will inevitably cause the stock price to plummet, and they need to take out some funds to maintain the stock price, prevent the spread of panic, and enhance market confidence.

Anseong: "Everything is in order. ”

Qiao Zhanbei held a cigarette in his mouth, the lighter flickered on and off, he hesitated for a long time, but he didn't light it after all.

He listens to her and doesn't smoke.

I don't know if that little conscienceless person has ever thought about him these days.

*

It took two weeks for Ye Mian to successfully restore a Qing Dynasty Kangxi dragon robe for the Sioux City Museum, and on the day of completion, local leaders of Sioux City, leaders of the museum, experts from the Suzhou Embroidery Association, and a number of media reporters gathered in the exhibition hall.

Let's appreciate the Suzhou embroidery skills together, promote and publicize the quintessence of traditional culture.

Ye Mian's craftsmanship has been highly appreciated by experts, and now there are very few embroidery masters as young as her, with first-class craftsmanship and aura.

She also gave an interview to reporters, temporarily embroidering two lifelike goldfish on transparent embroidered cloth.

After this video was edited, it was uploaded to the short video platform, attracting countless netizens.

Seeing that many people are interested in embroidery, Ye Mian opened an account for the display of works and the popularization of embroidery techniques, so that more people can understand the quintessence of the country.

On this day, Xu Mobai accompanied her back to her hometown Xun Town, the hometown of Suzhou embroidery, and now there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to learn embroidery.

"There are many people in my grandmother's generation who learn embroidery, because life is hard, and they can use it as an iron rice bowl. Nowadays, people live well, the environment is better, embroidery work, tired and not earning, no one wants to learn, which is very in line with the market economy. Ye Mian analyzed.

"So, if you want more people to learn embroidery, the premise is to increase your income. But the consumption of embroidery products in modern society is only niche, and it is difficult. Xu Mobai added.

"Yes, there's a long way to go." Ye Mian sighed.

Walking and walking, I came to the bluestone road.

The weather is sunny, the breeze is carrying the autumn mood, the river is rippling, and the end of the bluestone road is empty and lonely.

She looked at the end, where she and Qiao Zhanbei first met, paused, her nose was slightly sore, and her thoughts about him began to flood.

"Shall we go home and have a look?" Xu Mobai broke the silence and asked.

"No, my grandmother sold the old house before she died, saying that it was left for me as a dowry." Ye Mian breathed a sigh of relief and said.

That money later became the principal of her investment.

"I heard about you last time I came back to inquire about your whereabouts." Xu Mobai smiled and said, "You will go back to the capital tomorrow?" ”

"Hmm." Ye Mian nodded.

She returned to the capital the next day.

As soon as the market opened in the morning, Qiao's stock fell sharply, and she also knew that the project of Qingzhou New Town had really stopped.

When she returned to her apartment, she heard Gu Sasa say that Tong Yaoyao's face was disfigured by someone pouring sulfuric acid, and her own face was instructed by Tong Yaoyao's nanny.

Gu Sasa: "Little beauty, do you believe it?" ”

"I don't believe it, it must have been instigated by Tong Yaoyao." Ye Mian touched the faint bump on his cheek, and replied without thinking.

"Whoever believes is stupid!" Gu Sasa took a sip of his drink and said.

"Sasa, Tong Yaoyao's face, it won't be your ......"

"If it were me, I would have opened the bow left and right, and half of my face would be disfigured and she would be cheap! If it were me, I wouldn't hide! I heard that the person hasn't been caught yet, Qiao Zhanbei didn't care about this matter, even if he still has a little conscience! ”

Gu Sasa remembered that Ye Mian's face was done by Tong Yaoyao, and she regretted it in her heart, regretting that time, she just slapped her twice!

Ye Mian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the Qiao's Mansion not far away, thoughtful.

He didn't care about Tong Yaoyao...... really made the second uncle give up the project in Qingzhou...... Take the risk that Joe's stock may fall to the limit...... Who harmed Tong Yaoyao?

Qiao's stock price fell for a day and was stabilized by the protective disk, and on the third day, it fell sharply again.

Ye Mian's mood fluctuated with Qiao's stock price, she went back to the villa in the morning to get things and didn't meet Qiao Zhanbei, Aunt Wu said that he was very busy these days and didn't return home.

She felt sorry for him again.

Qiao, Anseong knocked on the door of the president's office and brought good news.

"Mr. Qiao, Tong Jingsheng really can't sit still, he has already contacted our people and wants to sell the land."

"Keep the price as low as possible." Qiao Zhanbei understood and explained in a deep voice.

He pinched his eyebrows, unable to hide his fatigue.

"Yes." Anseong was ordered out of the office, and as soon as he opened the door, he was met by a woman wearing a mask.

"Hasuke!" Anseong recognized her.

This sound of "Ye Zhu" lifted Qiao Zhanbei's spirit in the chair, and he looked at the door of the office with a hanging heart.

It's really her who hasn't seen her for many days.

Wearing a khaki thin British trench coat, wearing a black mask and a ponytail, he looks mature and intellectual.

These days, don't say no, she hasn't even made a phone call, which is very ruthless. When he called her, it was often turned off and no one answered.

Qiao Zhanbei restrained his emotions and returned to his usual coldness and seriousness, with an expressionless face.

"Why are you here?" He asked lightly.

Sensing his coldness, Ye Mian tugged at his heart, "Mr. Qiao, I'll go through the resignation procedures that I haven't completed before." The HR side said, "My resignation request is with you." ”

He was cold, so she was polite to him.

Thankfully, she had already figured out the perfect excuse.

She didn't come to him on purpose.

Qiao Zhanbei's thin lips pursed into a straight line, his Adam's apple rolled, he nodded, opened the drawer, and took out the "Resignation Application" that had not been signed for a long time.

Ye Mian's eyes looked at him for a moment, watching him pull out the fountain pen from the pen holder, which was a gift she gave him when she paid his first salary three years ago.

With a thumb of his thumb, he pulled out the cap of his pen, signed it, closed the paper, and put it down a little hard towards the side of his desk.

She took a step forward, looked at him through the desk, and smiled slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Qiao." ”

Picking up the papers, she walked lonely to the office door.

The person who insisted on the divorce was her, and seeing that he was cold to him, his heart was sour and astringent.

She ruthlessly suppressed the discomfort and quickened her pace.

The man's deep dark eyes stared at her prey as if he were staring at her fleeing in a hurry, his long fingers hooking the tie knot, pulling it loose as he got up.

When she opened the door, Qiao Zhanbei pressed the door panel back hard.