CHAPTER 1018: CHAPTER 759: BO ZHI 10_2

Everyone earns their meal through their own abilities. If you’re not full, why should I share a bowl with you?

Survival of the fittest, an eternal truth, do you need me to teach you?

Is this your first time reporting to the workplace?"

After speaking, Mou Wen continued to lower her eyes and write the draft.

The deputy editor was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes. To be honest, everyone was in the same unit, so even if we helped each other out, what’s the harm?

When Mou Wen first joined Mingjiang, she also thought that such help was no big deal.

But there’s a premise: everyone united, standing against external foes.

But to fight internally to this extent?

And still hope she’d happily sacrifice? Dream on.

Mou Wen’s words are as venomous as a cobra’s bite, this is a widely recognized fact; after all, the words Mou Wen speaks are indeed malicious.

Yet despite this, Mou Wen’s favoritism among Mingjiang people has even at times exceeded Wu Tong.

The reason is nothing but Mou Wen’s ability to handle things, and she gets along well with everyone.

This made quite a large number of people feel displeased.

The disputes with the deputy editor happen almost periodically, naturally everyone loves a good show, but dares not be too blatant.

Every time they saw Mou Wen deal with someone, there’s this inexplicable secret sense of satisfaction deep down.

Presumably, they too have suffered grievances but don’t dare confront them like Mou Wen, so when seeing others handle unpleasant people, the sense of substitution is particularly strong.

In the workplace, such relatively unfair battles are naturally taboo, but frankly speaking.

Those with ability are always somewhat different.

Just like Mou Wen, her prowess is evident, therefore, whatever outrageous actions she takes.

She’s granted a bit more leniency.

This is generally the greatest privilege granted to outstanding people.

Two receptionists whispered softly.

"I just don’t understand, every time they can’t win against Deputy Editor Mou, yet they keep seeking trouble, what’s the point?"

"Just asking for abuse."

"Haha... No flaw in that logic, but Deputy Editor Mou is genuinely a very nice person, never fierce towards us."

"Yeah, you arrived late, your impression isn’t as deep as ours. Deputy Editor Mou holds a high reputation in Mingjiang;

Wu Editor’s concern is that Deputy Editor Mou might snatch her throne, right?

The Yanran Research Institute matter was originally managed by Deputy Editor Mou, but...

You’ve seen who ended up with the task.".

"This is too dark."

"It’s society teaching you a lesson."

Receptionist: "..."

...

Mou Wen and Bo Jian’s secretary have arranged a meeting for three days later, at two in the afternoon. She leaves the company at one.

Carrying the love-filled mineral water given by the receptionist.

Mou Wen felt somewhat surprised; this newly hired receptionist’s admiring look towards her always felt a bit surreal.

She had already wanted to ask why they looked at her that way.

But became busy and forgot.

When she handed her the water today, she finally found a suitable time to ask, and the receptionist gave her a look as if asking "don’t you know your own charm?"

She wondered if she was some sort of irresponsible womanizer drifting in a sea of flowers.

Feeling a bit embarrassed.

The receptionist awkwardly said, "It’s just that Deputy Editor Mou, you have such flair."

What kind of mysterious compliment is that?

Mou Wen chuckled.

Upon arriving at Bo’s place, she was met by Bo Jian’s secretary Lin Miaomiao, who wore a professional and smart white suit.

Even so, she still looked petite.

A small and delicate face, fair and fine, with eyes forming two crescent moons when she smiled.

Giving a sense of warmth.

Just like before.

But now Bo Jian takes excellent care of her, and there’s no trace of negativity on her face.

She was visibly stunned when she saw her, but quickly returned to normal.

"Hello, I’m Lin Miaomiao, Bo Jian’s secretary."

"Hello, Assistant Lin."

They shook hands and went straight to the subject; Lin Miaomiao led her upstairs.

Upon entering the elevator, Lin Miaomiao looked at her gently as if she had something to say, but seemed unsure how to begin;

Feeling Lin Miaomiao’s dilemma, Mou Wen seemed very calm, "Just say what you want, did you not expect to meet me this way?"

Lin Miaomiao didn’t know how to say it, or how to start, thought for a bit, then smiled, "Mou Wen, when did you come back?"

Mou Wen smiled, "Explaining when I came back is unclear; rather than saying return, better to say I never left."

Lin Miaomiao’s little brow furrowed, "Since you never left, why didn’t you appear?"

Mou Wen saw her like a little cat, easily upset, still the same little temper from before, an indulgent smile in her eyes.