Chapter 569: Scholar's Backbone

"Zhang You!" Zhang Xuan really couldn't listen anymore, "Can you leave some face for yourself?"

"Face?" Zhang You asked suspiciously: "What is that thing? Do I have it?"

Zhang Xuan's face turned black instantly, and she raised her foot to kick.

Zhang You seemed to have eyes on the back of his head and dodged a step in advance.

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Good skills."

Zhang You laughed dryly: "Habit becomes nature."

Zhou Andong said: "Tang Lin and Zhang Zuo are staying at the city guesthouse, Room 311. You go find them. I'm very busy during this period, and when I'm busy, I'll arrange things for you."

"No problem!" Zhang You turned around and winked at Zhang Xuan, "Little sister, work hard, I'm optimistic about you."

"Get lost!" Zhang Xuan roared, raising her foot to kick.

Zhang You predicted in advance again, rushed out in one step, and then ran away laughing loudly.

Zhang Xuan took a deep breath, looked at Zhou Andong and said: "What position do you plan to arrange for me?"

Zhou Andong said: "Be my assistant, it won't wrong you, right?"

Zhang Xuan smiled: "Yugong Group chairman's assistant, sounds not bad."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "These two days, you can stroll around Jiangzhou and get familiar with the environment. When the administrative CEO takes office, I will hold another meeting."

"No need!" Zhang Xuan refused: "I want to know, what do you plan to do next?"

Zhou Andong asked: "What do you mean what do you plan to do?"

Zhang Xuan said: "Didn't you declare war on the two colas? What are you going to do next?"

"Since you don't want to go out and play, then experience it slowly and ponder it slowly."

After speaking, Zhou Andong picked up the phone and called the administrative center, which was the former factory office.

Soon, a girl in her twenties knocked on the door and came in.

Zhou Andong said: "This is Zhang Xuan, my assistant. I asked you to clean up an office and a dormitory before, how is it?"

The girl looked at Zhang Xuan, who was not a year or two older than herself, in surprise, feeling that she was so beautiful and young, yet she was the chairman's assistant.

"It's already cleaned up."

Zhou Andong nodded: "You take her to see the office first, and then go to the dormitory."

"Alright!" The woman agreed and said very respectfully: "Assistant Zhang, follow me."

She had to be respectful. Although she looked only a year or two older than herself, this was a real high-level leader of the group.

At night, Zhou Andong invited Zhang Xuan and Zhang You to dinner, and Tang Lin and Zhang Zuo naturally ran over to freeload.

In the suburbs of Beijing, in an ordinary tube building, a middle-aged man with messy hair and nearsighted glasses sat in front of a desk with severely worn paint, writing quickly on a draft with a fountain pen.

More than ten minutes later, the middle-aged man put down the fountain pen, picked up the written draft, read it over and over again, and then put it down silently, with hesitation in his eyes.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a woman with a big wave perm, wearing silk pajamas, and quite attractive, walked in.

It's just that this person had a pair of thin lips and a pair of slender eyes, looking very mean.

"Old Fang, have you finished writing? People are urging again."

Fang Sheng was a high school teacher. He had published quite a few articles and was somewhat famous in the cultural circle. He couldn't make big money, but he didn't make less pocket money.

His life was relatively comfortable, but ever since his wife passed away from illness and he married his current wife two years ago after being introduced by someone, his life had become worse and worse.

Originally he had some family assets, but in less than a year, they were all lost. The salary and royalties he earned as a teacher, added together, were not enough for his current wife to spend.

Fortunately, his daughter was older and moved out on her own, not coming back often. But even so, every time the two women met, they quarreled endlessly.

And his status in the family was getting lower and lower. His daughter was getting more and more distant from him, and his wife was even more sarcastic to him, because his speed of making money was not as fast as this woman's spending.

Just the day before yesterday, an old friend found him and asked him to write an article refuting Zhou Andong's 'The Sorrow of National Brands', the sharper the better, and don't be afraid to make things big.

At first he didn't agree, because Zhou Andong's article didn't analyze anything wrong at all. But he couldn't stand the other party's price getting higher and higher, from two hundred to three thousand.

His wife found out and scolded him severely, secretly took this job, and the price rose from three thousand to thirty-eight hundred, and it had already been given, so he didn't want to write but had to.

"Sigh!" Fang Sheng sighed, "Finished writing."

The woman snatched it away and walked out twisting her waist: "There is no man as stupid as you, not earning more than three thousand in royalties, it's really brain-flooded. Fortunately, I am shrewd and took the job, otherwise I would have missed this opportunity."

"Sigh!" Fang Sheng sighed again, stood up and opened the window, and lit a cigarette.

He also knew in his heart that it must be the two colas who asked them to write it. They all say that scholars have backbone, but in fact, that is a minority, and most of them will be defeated by money and wives and children.

In the early morning university campus, thin morning mist shrouded the earth. In the tranquility, the morning sun rose slowly, and the orange-yellow light was looming.

Jiang Yuyue ran two laps and slowly exhaled a breath. She hadn't run in the morning for a long time and felt a bit tired. She grabbed the towel draped over her neck and wiped the sweat off her face.

"Jiang Yuyue!"

A tall male student wearing sportswear and looking very handsome ran over from behind.

"What a coincidence, I just came over from that side and saw you. Shall we run two laps together?"

Jiang Yuyue just glanced at the tall male student indifferently and said neither warmly nor coldly: "Sorry, I've already finished running, and I have something to do, so I'll go first."

After speaking, she walked toward the dormitory.

The tall male student was stunned, looking at Jiang Yuyue's receding background, his eyes narrowed.

At this time, three male students ran over from somewhere, and a sloppy guy said with a smile.

"Qi Wei, I said, you can't do it, you still have to look at me."

Another fat guy curled his lips: "Just you? Old Qi can't handle it, you have even less chance."

"That's really not necessarily."

This last guy had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, but the clothes on his body looked expensive, especially the gold watch on his wrist, which was very dazzling under the morning light.

"Do you know what it means that men are not bad, women don't love? Maybe this Jiang Yuyue likes this kind of Old Wen?"

"That's right!" Wen Bingchuan, the sloppy guy, shook his hair and said very narcissistically: "In a while, she will definitely go to the cafeteria to eat, watch how I handle her."

Qi Wei looked at the three people coldly: "I warn you, Jiang Yuyue is mine. You bastards, whoever dares to have ideas, don't blame me for turning against you."

The three were stunned, Wen Bingchuan raised his eyebrows: "Old Qi, are you serious?" ===== CHAPTER 570 =====