The difference between cloud and mud

Although the conclusion was not pleasant, Jiang Tong and Xiao Fengtai finally had a bottom line after the phone call.Back at the company, he bit the bullet and called a meeting of department leaders.The subordinates entered the door with serious expressions on their faces, but when Jiang Tong closed the door and turned around, he noticed several people peeking at each other out of the corners of his eyes, excited that a good show was about to be staged.

"It's nothing else to ask everyone." He cleared his throat, pretending not to see the undercurrent in the meeting room: "I believe many people have seen the video that was circulated on the Internet today. Let me clarify here: you did not admit the wrong person, I did watch the show with Mr. Xiao from Hua Yu, if I had known that there was a video, I would have ironed my shirt carefully before going out."

He deliberately shook his burden, and was satisfied to hear a good-natured chuckle from the conference room.The atmosphere tended to be relaxed, and some subordinates boldly asked: "Mr. Jiang, did Mr. Xiao invite you or Mr. Xiao who you invited?"

"I invited Mr. Xiao, and the ticket was given by a friend." Jiang Tong said frankly: "After a lot of due diligence and communication between the two parties, Hua Yu led the round of voting and helped Huaqing when it was the most difficult time. Xiao and I Zong and their personal relationship with Mr. Fang are actually good. It happened that I didn’t meet Mr. Xiao for a while, so I made an appointment to have dinner together and watch a performance, and exchange views on the market and industry by the way.”

"I watched the video and made a phone call with Mr. Xiao. We both felt that it was nothing. It's just that Huaqing has just completed its C-round financing recently, and the outside world has attracted a lot of attention. Mr. Xiao and I agreed that it is necessary to at least explain it internally. In modern China in the 21st century, you girls should not be allowed to walk on the road together, and two men should not be allowed to go out to receive music education."

No matter how ups and downs Jiang Tong is in his heart, on the surface he is indeed talking and laughing freely, open and generous.The explanation is short, but the content is both logical and humorous, and has subtle persuasiveness.It's just that Fang Zhixing might scold his mother after hearing this: You dogs and men are entangled with each other, why use me as a shield!

The parties involved didn't take it seriously, and the enthusiasm of the crowd to watch the gossip also faded by three points.When they walked out of the meeting room, the focus of everyone's topic had shifted from the boss's scandal to whether or not to organize a group to eat fish head pancakes at the farmhouse on weekends.

Jiang Tong walked at the end, looking at the backs of his subordinates, showing a wry smile.

A storm seems to disappear invisible, but the damage has been done.The crumbling trust between the two has just been established. After this battle, although the two sides pretended nothing happened, cracks have begun to appear on the bearing beam of trust, secretive, subtle, difficult to detect, and difficult to repair.

Jiang Tong couldn't figure out what he did wrong, so he could only bite the bullet and make it up.Xiao Fengtai offered to meet less often, and he couldn't kidnap people, so he had to lower his posture, send more messages and make more phone calls, lowering his posture again and again.After persisting like this for a week, although Xiao Fengtai's attitude was still indifferent, he reluctantly agreed to Jiang Tong's coming out for dinner on weekends.

No matter how big the misunderstanding is, we can talk it over after we meet.In order to be safe, Jiang Tong carefully booked the restaurant, and also greeted him in advance at the company, and spared the whole weekend on the weekend, trying to rule out all force majeure factors.For example, when he was a student dealing with the big exam, he went to bed early the night before, but unexpectedly he had a strange dream.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the small room with no lights on, the sun shines through the gauze curtains, coating the furniture with a layer of warm and soft gold.It was vaguely his small apartment in Singapore ten years ago. In the dream, he and Xiao Fengtai were still very young, they had only tasted the sweetness of love, carefree and fearless.The young Xiao Fengtai was slender, like a tender willow waving in the spring breeze. He nestled in Jiang Tong's arms, and the two of them read a book together, whispering from time to time.When Jiang Tong said something, Xiao Fengtai giggled at Jiang Tong's teasing, and looked up at him with bright eyes.

Jiang Tong looked down at the two from the perspective of God, and his heart seemed to be soaked in hot water, gradually warming and stretching.The boy's pure and sincere admiration, his desperate enthusiasm, although he can never repeat it, but as long as it exists, it has already made him feel comforted.

However, the good times did not last long.There was a loud bang, and the window was plunged into darkness.The walls of the small apartment are falling backwards like the set of a shoddy theatrical play.It turned out that they were in a huge studio, surrounded by countless spotlights, surrounding a pair of terrified mandarin ducks.

With a strong suction force under his body, Jiang Tong opened his eyes again and found that he was already in the play.There is a cloud of darkness all around, cameras, mobile phones, recording pens, people's curious, disgusted and disgusted eyes.

He even found a familiar figure among the crowd of onlookers.Beibei took Jiang Zhen by the hand, her eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.Li Qianqian and Song Jiaqi also held their mobile phones, taking pictures and laughing, as if seeing some funny scene.Pei Jing stood a little far away, looking down at him coldly with her arms folded, as if he was a contaminated petri dish.

And Xiao Fengtai... Xiao Fengtai grew up in an instant.As an adult, Xiao Fengtai was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his facial features faded away from his youthfulness, showing a sharp handsomeness.He broke free from Jiang Tong's arms, adjusted his collar, and straightened up.Jiang Tong was still sitting on the ground looking up at him.Xiao Fengtai seemed to have suddenly become taller, the shadow he cast covered him, the two people's eyes met, and Xiao Fengtai's eyes were condensed with a storm.

Jiang Tong opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat was blocked by cotton, and he couldn't make a sound.He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and his mouth kept opening and closing, like a fish out of water.

Xiao Fengtai looked at his ugliness coldly and remained indifferent.Finally, he seemed to be impatient, and smiled perfunctorily at him, then strode up and joined the team of onlookers.

Jiang Tong wanted to catch up with him, but he quickly merged into the darkness, like a drop of water falling into the sea.Only Jiang Tong was left in the spotlight.There are countless pairs of eyes and countless mouths around, the sound of taking pictures on the mobile phone, the sound of the shutter, and the tongues of people around you, just can hear the discussion.The sound of laughter was small at first, hissing like a snake letter, and gradually amplified, and then amplified again, deafeningly sharp, all the way to Jiang Tong's brain.

Jiang Tong opened his eyes suddenly.

He was woken up by the phone ringing.The call from Li Qianqian at seven o'clock in the morning was an ominous sign in itself.The nightmare made Jiang Tong feel bad, emotion told him to hang up the phone, reason let him connect, reason finally defeated emotion.

When the phone was connected, before Jiang Tong could speak, Li Qianqian asked a series of questions: "Did you see the news? Did someone call you? Did you say anything?"

Jiang Tong was inexplicable: "What news?"

Li Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone: "From now on, don't answer any calls from anyone. I have a meeting with the company and the public relations team at nine o'clock this morning. Don't be late—"

Jiang Tong had to interrupt her: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Li Qianqian smiled wryly: "Boss, our company has become a trending search."