Chapter 82: Solving the Problem at the Root

Just about two o'clock, the three of them arrived at Poly.

After exiting the elevator, the receptionist came up to greet them. Ye Anning waved her hand: "Wen Jie, you go ahead and get busy. I'll take them in myself!"

"Alright!" Assuming they were clients, the receptionist replied. Then she looked left and right, wanting to say something but holding back.

Ye Anning understood immediately: "Is Teacher Ma here again?"

The receptionist nodded.

"Playing my recording everywhere again?"

The receptionist nodded again.

Ye Anning smiled: "Thank you, Wen Jie!"

The receptionist didn't make a sound, just returned a smile.

Lin Sicheng and Wang Qi Zhi exchanged a glance.

Just looking at the receptionist was enough to know how terrible Ye Anning's interpersonal relationships were at the company: it wasn't anything shameful, yet this person acted like a thief?

Because the receptionist was afraid that other colleagues would see her getting too close to Ye Anning and then ostracize her as well.

But it wasn't strange.

As the saying goes, for every hole there is a peg; Ye Anning had jumped several levels right after arriving, blocking how many people's paths and making how many people jealous?

If they didn't dig a hole for you, who would they dig it for? Ostracism was considered light...

Wang Qi Zhi's face was gloomy: "Look at this, I've said it eight hundred times: don't let your mother interfere, don't let your mother interfere... are you happy now?"

"Little Uncle, that's my mother. Do you think I can just ignore her if I want to?"

"Is your mother just there to make you suffer grievances every day? If you ask me, you'd be better off quitting!"

"It's not that exaggerated. At most, they just gossip behind my back and cause a little trouble. Besides, if I change companies, I'll still have to start over and adapt all the same."

Ye Anning sighed, "Just like you at Xida, aren't you the same as me?"

Wang Qi Zhi was choked up.

Actually, his nature and situation were exactly the same as Ye Anning's, perhaps even worse.

Ye Anning had at most blocked someone else's path, but Wang Qi Zhi was something else: not only did he block paths, he snatched people's projects and snatched their laboratories too.

So, unsurprisingly, Wang Qi Zhi had also had a hole dug for him: the bronze furnace he had appraised just this morning.

If not for Lin Sicheng, he would have stepped right into it...

"If you're not quitting, then don't!" Wang Qi Zhi said with great spirit, "Let's go, Uncle will back you up!"

The three entered the company and saw several people gathered in the reception area from afar.

A woman in her thirties, heavily made up, sat in the middle. On the coffee table in front of her was a mobile phone, from which Ye Anning's voice was playing:

"Teacher Ma~ The paper is definitely correct, and the mounting isn't bad~"

"Although it is Sanskrit, the structure is orderly, and the calligraphy is Floating~"

"The scroll is also an old scroll~ It matches the characteristics of the era~"

At first listen, every sentence was an affirmation, every word a guarantee, but if you paid a little attention, you could hear that after every pause, the tone was different.

More importantly, it seemed like every sentence only said half, and then suddenly jumped to the next one?

With a little common sense, one could hear that the recording had been edited.

But Wang Qi Zhi still kept a straight face and intimidated Ye Anning: "Who taught you to speak like that when appraising?"

Ye Anning pursed her lips and didn't make a sound: there were many "buts" in the middle, but they had all been cut out by this woman.

She blamed her own lack of experience for not expecting that others had come prepared. So, caught off guard, she had spoken too bluntly under the woman's verbal traps.

This was a lesson learned.

The three walked inside. Perhaps someone saw Ye Anning and gave a warning, and the woman stood up abruptly.

She forced a fake smile onto her face, her cheekbones rising even higher: "Oh, Assistant Ye is here? Come quickly, come quickly, help me verify, is this your voice?"

Ye Anning nodded with a smile: "Yes, Auntie Ma!"

Hearing the word "Auntie," the flesh on the woman's face twitched. Then she turned her head, her voice raised by more than ten decibels:

"Did you all hear that? She said with her own mouth that this is an authentic work, on what grounds are you not letting me put it up for auction?"

Ye Anning was still smiling: "But Auntie Ma, when did I ever say whose handwriting this scripture is, or whose authentic work it is?"

"What's the difference?"

Ye Anning nodded: "There is a difference, Auntie Ma!"

Lin Sicheng almost laughed out loud: Ye Anning was usually quite lively, he hadn't expected her to have such a hidden-needle-in-silk nature?

Her tone was very calm, her face wore a smile, and she remained respectful. But the three "Aunties" made the veins on the woman's forehead jump uncontrollably.

Teacher Ma was so angry she was about to explode, but she couldn't lash out: Ye Anning was just over twenty, she was over thirty, what was wrong with calling her Auntie?

Just as she was fuming, she suddenly realized something and looked at Wang Qi Zhi and Lin Sicheng.

The older one was handsome and spirited, the younger one was even more handsome and fresh, but she had never seen them in the company; they definitely weren't Poly employees.

They were dressed well, they must be clients...

Suddenly, the woman clutched her chest, looking as if she had lingering fears: "Look at this: she won't even admit to what she said with her own mouth. Do you still dare to discuss business with such an Assistant?"

Wang Qi Zhi didn't respond and checked his watch: "Has your leader not arrived yet?"

"Should be here soon!"

As soon as the words fell, with a "creak," the door behind them was pushed open, and a man and a woman entered.

Ye Anning whispered a reminder: "The man's surname is He, he is our Deputy Director, the woman's surname is Yang, she is the Supervisor of our Calligraphy and Painting Department!"

While she was speaking, the two walked over. Seeing the woman surrounded in the middle, both of their brows furrowed in unison: this woman is here again?

"Teacher Ma, if you continue to obstruct our work like this, we will call the police!"

The woman reined it in a little, but remained sarcastic, "I didn't make a scene, and I didn't cause a ruckus! I just want you to make a decision for me: on what grounds did she accept it, only to go back on her word now and try to return it to me?"

How to make a decision—fire Ye Anning?

Don't get me wrong, this woman distinguishes between primary and secondary contradictions quite clearly.

But then again, these two leaders are also quite interesting: it's been half a month of causing a scene, and you're only now saying you want to call the police?

Furthermore, is such a large company so idle that it lets so many employees gather here to watch the show without saying a single word?

Ye Anning, what kind of job is this that you're working?

Wang Qi Zhi let out a cold laugh, stepped forward, and first greeted the two leaders.

The attitude of those two was fairly polite; I don't know what was said, but in the end, they both nodded in unison.

Then, Wang Qi Zhi walked back: "Teacher Ma, my surname is Wang, I am called Wang Qi Zhi, and I am Ye Anning's uncle; I happen to know a thing or two about Appraisal!"

The woman was taken aback, feeling slightly wary: "What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything, I've only come to solve the problem!" Wang Qi Zhi smiled, "State your demands!"

The woman was only wary of the Poly brand, not of anyone's relatives, so her momentum surged at once, and she waved her thin, bony arm forcefully:

"It's very simple, put it up for auction!"

So she wasn't prepared to listen to reason?

Of course, if she wanted to listen to reason, she wouldn't have come here to cause trouble for so many days.

To Wang Qi Zhi, the matter was actually not difficult to solve; in almost an instant, he thought of seven or eight ways to make the woman take her things and get lost with her tail between her legs.

But just as Ye Anning said, if there isn't a Teacher Ma, there will be a Teacher Donkey. Therefore, the problem must be solved at the root.