Chapter 115 Idea

  Gao Yuan didn't turn his head and said in a bad tone: "What's it to you? Hurry up and drive your Land Rover away."

  Song Jian smiled and moved closer to Gao Yuan, saying: "Tell me, how many people do you have? Maybe I can help you."

  "Who are you?" Gao Yuan turned his head and sized up Song Jian, "There are over a hundred people in total, how can you help?"

  Song Jian thought for a moment and said, "You say you formed the group to help them, fearing they would have no place to go, right? Alright, I'll take them in. I'll give them a salary, but there's one condition: everyone must work hard. If there are people who like to eat and sleep all day, or fight and quarrel, I don't want them, and I won't help them either. How about it?"

  Gao Yuan's eyes lit up, "Really? You have so many positions to offer me? You should know that they are all from ** backgrounds or sons of **, without any skills or abilities. What do you want them to do?"

  "As long as you're willing to work hard, it's fine," Song Jian said, "Now are you at ease?"

  Gao rounded his head, "Alright, alright, actually not many, more than 80, because there are records of squatting numbers, so no company is willing to take them in. Not even as a security guard or sanitation worker. Song Jian, you're really righteous."

  As he spoke, Gao Yuan swung his fist and hit Song Jian's shoulder.

  Song Jian smiled and said: "You must manage them well, whoever causes trouble I will fire, absolutely no mercy."

  "Yes sir!" Gao Yuan burst out laughing.

  Soon, his wife had cooked a meal, apart from a large pot of rice, there was also a large pot of braised pork ribs with potatoes and red-braised pork belly stewed mushrooms.

  Gao Yuan blamed his grandmother for being muddle-headed, saying that they were three people eating, not thirteen. However, after finishing the meal and looking at the empty pot, Gao Yuan was thoroughly stunned.

  After dinner, Song Jian asked Gao Yuan to count the number of people who need to work and told her that the temporary salary is 1,500 yuan per month, which will be increased according to performance later. This salary is only a little higher than the minimum standard wage in Suzhou City, but Gao Yuan didn't mind, and immediately agreed. After counting the number of people, she would contact Song Jian.

  After exchanging contact information, Song Jian got into the van and left from the back door of the garage.

  The rain outside is still drizzling down, and the sunshine remains bright.

  The car soon arrived near the Hongyan Shopping Mall.

  Song Jian stopped the car by the roadside and walked towards the entrance of Hongyan Mall.

  "Huh?" Song Jian saw a familiar figure, "It's Zhou Tong."

  At this time, Zhou Tong was wearing a black one-step skirt suit, half of her body was soaked, she was holding a microphone, with a smile on her face, asking passersby questions, behind Zhou Tong was a young man carrying a camera.

  Song Jian walked over.

  "Excuse me, do you have a dream?" Zhou Tong asked, ignoring his own wet hair, and pointed the microphone at an old lady carrying a vegetable basket.

  The old lady, impatiently speaking in Suzhou dialect, said: "What? You reporters are really idle. Can't you first get the weather forecast right? It clearly said it would rain, but now... My only wish is to go home, let me through, let me through."

  The old lady pushed Zhou Tong away and hastily left.

  Zhou Tong helplessly flicked the water droplets on his hair, holding the microphone again towards a young man carrying a briefcase, "Do you have any dreams?"

  That young man stared at Zhou Tong, swallowed his saliva and said: "To tell the truth?"

  Zhou Tong's face showed a professional smile, "Of course, sir."

  "My greatest dream is to find a wife as beautiful as you. Excuse me, miss, are you married?" the man said with a half-joking tone.

  Zhou Tong hastily said "thank you" and turned around to leave.

  Song Jian stood at the door, feeling amused, and a bold idea suddenly emerged in his heart. The troubles of the past few days now saw a glimmer of hope.

  Zhou Tong held the microphone, with a look of loss on his face.

  Song Jian walked slowly past.

  Zhou Tong habitually handed over the microphone, "Sir, may I ask if you have... Song Jian?"

  It turned out to be Song Jian, Zhou Tong was stunned at first, then quickly hung up the phone, and the lost feeling on his face disappeared in an instant. "Song Jian, what are you doing here?"

  "Let's go in and have a chat," said Song Jian, pointing to the commercial building.

  Zhou Tong handed the microphone to a young man behind him and said, "Little Yezi, you go back first, today's interview is cancelled."

  The young man carrying the camera was taken aback and said, "Sister Zhou, this won't do. We have to get the program ready by tomorrow night."

  "Cut the crap! I'm not doing it anymore! Let that stupid leader ask that stupid question himself!" Zhou Tong walked over to Song Jian's side, grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the mall.

  Ye Chen, like Zhou Tong, is an intern at Suzhou TV Station this year. At the moment, seeing Zhou Tong having a tantrum, Ye Chen also dare not stop her and shrinks back in fear.

  Song Jian waved his hand at Ye Chen, indicating that he should follow him upstairs. The three of them headed towards the cosmetics specialty floor on the second floor.

  "How's work?" Song Jian asked.

  Zhou Tong walked beside Song Jian, her black professional attire was half wet, she said irritably: "Don't mention it, there's no chance to show my face at all. Oh, this time I finally got assigned a task, but still asked such stupid questions, it's really annoying."

  "It's always like this when I first started working," said Song Jian, "and by the way, your grandfather used to work at the Provincial Propaganda Department, didn't he?"

  Zhou Tong glared at Song Jian with one eye, "I don't want to rely on my grandfather's connections, I want that dead bald head to see my true strength, humph!"

  Song Jian just smiled and said: "I have a piece of explosive news, do you want it?"

  "Really?" Zhou Tong grasped Song Jian's arm with his left hand, "Quickly tell me, what news?"

  "It's extremely explosive, enough to make you famous overnight, but it depends on whether you have the courage to take it on. And once you fail, your downfall will be miserable." said Song Jian.

  "I'll do it!" Zhou Tong said directly without saying another word.

  "You're really bold," Song Jian said helplessly, "You didn't even ask what news it was."

  "Hehe, as long as you provide it, I'll believe you, Song Jian, without any reservations," said Zhou Tong with sparkling eyes.

  Song Jian had no choice but to remain silent.

  Ye Chen walked behind two people, one hand holding a camera and the other hand holding a microphone, listlessly.

  Soon, the three of them arrived at Qin Huayu's cosmetics counter. Beside the counter, Qin Huayu and Zhai Hao were tidying up the shelves, which must have been messed up by Pi Hai and others earlier.

  Half of the cosmetics on the counter are products from Siyuan Company's new "One Stroke of White" series.

  Song Jian greeted with a smile, "Qin Jie, how's it going? Is this batch of white powder selling well?"

  Qin Hua Yu and Zhai Hao turned around, saw that it was Song Jian, and both of them walked up to greet him.

  Song Jian pointed to a distant place and said: "Let's go have a cup of coffee together, Qin sister, do you have any dry clothes? Let Zhou Tong change into this set of clothes."

  "Alright, I've got it, let's go, Zhou Tong. I'll take you to change your clothes." Qin Huayu called out to Zhou Tong as the five of them headed towards the coffee shop inside the mall.