Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 89 Shen Qingxue is rejected again and again

"Look at you, you're not saying anything again. Let me tell you, I'm worried about you out there. You're so beautiful, there must be a lot of men who have designs on you—"

Shen Qingxue could no longer bear it.

Her voice rose several octaves, echoing down the corridor.

"Dong Xiaocheng! I'm working! Can you stop thinking about all that nonsense all day long?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Dong Xiaocheng's voice softened, carrying a hint of grievance.

"I just care about you—"

I'll call you later.

Shen Qingxue hung up the phone before he could finish speaking.

She stood in the corridor, her chest heaving.

I took three deep breaths to suppress my anger.

Then she fixed her hair, went back into the coffee shop, and sat down opposite Lu Mingyuan.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lu, let's continue."

Lu Mingyuan looked at her and suddenly asked a question.

"Your boyfriend?"

Shen Qingxue was stunned for a moment.

She hadn't expected Lu Mingyuan to ask that.

"Yes," she said.

Lu Mingyuan smiled.

"He cares about you a lot."

Upon hearing these words, Shen Qingxue felt as if she had been pricked by a needle.

It's that same sentence again.

A client once said that.

And the tone was exactly the same.

This statement appears to be a compliment, but it is actually sarcastic.

It's ironic that she's being stared at by a man and doesn't even have the freedom to talk about work.

Shen Qingxue still had a smile on her face, but that smile was starting to falter.

She wanted to steer the conversation back on track.

"Mr. Lu, about that matter you were talking about earlier—"

"Director Shen," Lu Mingyuan interrupted her.

His tone was much more serious than before.

"Thank you for the coffee. But I won't consider changing jobs."

Shen Qingxue's smile froze completely.

"Why? Is it because of the salary? We can discuss it further—"

"It's not about salary." Lu Mingyuan picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and put it down. "Director Shen, you've done your research, so you should know that I was poached from Hangzhou by General Manager Wang."

Shen Qingxue nodded.

"Then you should also know what conditions Mr. Wang offered me before I came to Jiangcheng."

Shen Qingxue did not speak.

she knows.

Double the salary, plus stock options.

"But I came to Jiangcheng not because of money," Lu Mingyuan said.

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts.

"General Manager Wang said something to me. He said, 'You come, the factory is yours. How it's run is up to you. I'll just provide the money.'"

Lu Mingyuan looked into Shen Qingxue's eyes and said, word by word.

"Director Shen, I've worked in Hangzhou for five years and met many bosses. There are all kinds: those who make empty promises, those who give bad orders, and those who steal credit. But I've only ever met one person like Director Wang."

Shen Qingxue opened her mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.

Lu Mingyuan stood up and pushed the chair back to its original position.

"Director Shen, thank you for the coffee. I'll be going now."

He turned and left.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, and his silhouette was steady.

Shen Qingxue sat there, watching Lu Mingyuan's figure disappear at the entrance of the coffee shop.

She glanced down at the three documents on the table.

Meiwei Annual Report, Chongxi Competitive Analysis, Blank Labor Contract.

Before coming to Jiangcheng, she had stayed up several nights preparing.

The scripts, data, and materials are all complete.

She was initially very confident.

Lu Mingyuan was also poached by Wang Guanxi with a high salary, which shows that he values ​​money.

Then she used even more money to dig.

It's very simple logic.

But the result?

They didn't even haggle over the price.

Shen Qingxue leaned back in her chair, her mind a jumbled mess.

She was unwilling to admit that it was her problem.

She made ample preparations; her script was perfect, her materials were perfect, and her salary was perfect.

So where is the problem?

Shen Qingxue stared at her phone.

If it weren't for Dong Xiaocheng's phone call, her lines wouldn't have been interrupted, her rhythm wouldn't have been disrupted, and Lu Mingyuan wouldn't have had the chance to ask, "Is that your boyfriend?"

They'll never have the chance to say, "He cares about you."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire atmosphere changed.

She went from being an industry leader poaching talent to a woman being checked up on by her boyfriend and begging for help.

Shen Qingxue gripped her phone tightly.

She suddenly felt extremely wronged.

All that preparation and effort was ruined by a single phone call.

She took a deep breath, forcing back the tears welling up in her eyes.

Can't cry.

This is a coffee shop, not home.

She put the materials into her bag, stood up, and went to the restroom.

I turned on the tap, and cold water splashed on my face, feeling cool and refreshing.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

My makeup was fine, but my eyes were a little red.

She took out a powder compact from her bag, applied another layer, and then put on lipstick.

Looking at the exquisite woman in the mirror, Shen Qingxue said to herself.

There's another tough battle this afternoon.

Jiang Yinan, Design Director of Chongxi.

A young woman should be easier to talk to than Lu Mingyuan.

Shen Qingxue smiled at herself in the mirror, making sure she looked fine, before turning and leaving the bathroom.

She took out her phone and found Jiang Yinan's number.

Take a deep breath.

Then I dialed the number.

It rang three times, then I answered.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, Mr. Jiang, I am Shen Qingxue, Marketing Director of Meiwei."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"Meiwei? What do you want?"

Shen Qingxue smiled, trying to keep her tone relaxed.

"Mr. Jiang, I'd like to invite you out for coffee so we can have a chat."

"What are you going to talk about?"

"Some thoughts on your career development. We have a great opportunity here that I think would be perfect for you—"

"You want to poach me?"

Jiang Yinan interrupted her, his tone very direct.

Shen Qingxue was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Mr. Jiang is indeed very straightforward. Yes, we at Meiwei greatly admire your design skills and would like to invite you to join us—"

"I'm not going."

Two words: crisp and clean.

Shen Qingxue's words caught in her throat.

"President Jiang, you haven't let me finish explaining the benefits—"

"No need to say anything more." Jiang Yinan's tone was indifferent. "I've seen your Meiwei clothes before. The styles are outdated, the colors are conservative, and the design style is incredibly tacky."

Shen Qingxue's lips twitched.

"What could I do there? Make the dirt even dirtier?"

"President Jiang, you can't say that—"

"Director Shen, I don't have time to beat around the bush. I'm doing just fine at Chongxi. President Wang gives me the absolute authority: I choose the fabrics, I decide the patterns, and I call the shots. Can your company, Meiwei, do that?"

Shen Qingxue opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"You can't do it, huh? Then what's the point of talking?"

"President Jiang————"

"That's it. Don't fight anymore."

Beep~~Beep~~Beep~~

The phone hangs up.

Shen Qingxue stood there, holding her phone, stunned.

From the moment the call was made to the moment it was disconnected, it took less than three minutes.

She didn't even have time to use her sales pitch or bring up the materials.

They refused outright.