Chapter 3812 - 3803: Recognized
Chapter 3812: Chapter 3803: Recognized
"Lin Bro, I suddenly feel that having a leader like Director Zhao isn’t so bad. At least she’s quite polite to subordinates like us. Yesterday after work, she even offered to give me a ride home."
"People are different. Companies like hers are more common."
"Lin Bro, you act too calmly, like those wise outsiders who see through the vicissitudes of society."
"To understand such things, just view them from God’s perspective," Lin Yi said:
"From our perspective, Li Jiao’s company is capitalist, but in the eyes of those higher up, her company is small. A mere word could bankrupt them. If you were in her position, would you protect your business or fire an insignificant person?"
Lin Yi’s question left Zhao Yuhuan silent for a long time.
"What you said makes sense, Lin Bro. I understand what you mean."
"Alright, don’t think too much. Let’s head out now."
"Okay, okay."
Fastening the seatbelt, Lin Yi started the car, and the two headed to Chuangrong Group.
About half an hour later, Lin Yi drove to Chuangrong Group, parked the car, and walked in together with Zhao Yuhuan.
"May I ask if there’s anything you need?" The female receptionist stood up and said.
"Hello, we are journalists from the TV station, looking for your relevant leaders to understand the resumption of property development."
Upon hearing they were journalists here to understand such issues, the female receptionist’s expression became unnatural.
"Please wait a moment, I’ll make a phone call to inquire."
If they weren’t from the TV station, the female receptionist might have directly rejected them.
But due to the special nature of journalists, how to proceed required leadership’s decision.
The female receptionist picked up the phone, dialed a number, and received a response within half a minute.
"You two can go to the 16th floor, someone will receive you after you exit the elevator."
"Alright."
The two turned and walked to the elevator, then ascended to the 16th floor.
Just as they stepped out, they saw a young woman standing by the elevator door, dressed in a pencil skirt with a women’s suit on top, wearing shredded meat stockings and black high heels, making her appearance extremely dignified and appropriate.
"You must be the TV station journalists, right?"
"We are."
"I am President Sun’s secretary. Please follow me."
The female secretary gestured for them to proceed, and they followed her inside.
Faced with such a situation, Zhao Yuhuan was a bit nervous, as it was her first time in such a place.
Soon, the three of them stopped at an office door labeled "Market Director’s Office."
"Our President Sun is inside, you can enter," the female secretary politely said.
"May I ask, is this Director Sun the head of the market department or second in command?"
The female secretary was momentarily stunned, not expecting Lin Yi to ask such a question.
"President Sun is responsible for market affairs; he can address your issues well."
The female secretary, with high emotional intelligence, cleverly answered Lin Yi’s question.
And Lin Yi caught the implication in her words—that he was second in command.
Which relieved him a bit.
An associate director wouldn’t likely recognize him.
Lin Yi knocked on the door and then opened it, with a middle-aged man sitting at the desk. He was slightly built, wore glasses, and a well-fitted suit that gave off a friendly impression.
"Hello, President Sun, I am a journalist from the TV station, named Lin Yi, and this is my colleague, Zhao Yuhuan."
"Hello, please have a seat."
Sun Kangning put down his pen, gestured for them to sit on the sofa, and asked the female secretary to make a pot of tea.
"You are here to understand the property resumption issue, right?"
Lin Yi nodded, "The impact of this issue is significant, and the public is concerned. We’d like to understand the situation and see if you can provide a clear timeline."
"Our group regards this matter with high importance. Recently, we have been researching this issue in meetings. We assure you that a reply will be given to the public soon, and the results of our discussions will be published on our group website immediately. Please stay tuned."
Facing such official replies, not just Lin Yi, even Zhao Yuhuan was tired of hearing them.
"President Sun, your response is too formal. We need a specific timeline because this matter has been pending for a year, and many people can’t endure further delays."
"A definite timeline can’t be confirmed yet, but results should come out soon. We hope our homeowners won’t be anxious; we are working hard to resolve the issue."
"Should I understand this as the issue potentially dragging on indefinitely, never being resolved?"
Sun Kangning’s face turned somewhat unpleasant, not expecting Lin Yi to frame the issue so directly, hitting the mark.
But he maintained a high executive demeanor, managing his expression.
"No, a resolution will surely come soon."
Faced with such evasive replies, Lin Yi felt a bit frustrated.
"Since President Sun can’t provide a clear answer, can you help arrange a meeting with your chairman or general manager? We need the issue solved, not just to go through the motions."
"That’s a bit difficult. I hope you can understand our viewpoint. If we could achieve it, it wouldn’t have dragged on this far."
"Therefore, I hope you can facilitate a meeting with your chairman and general manager to answer my question."
Sun Kangning sneered.
"Do you think our chairman and general manager are idle? To interview them, your station’s leading host would need to be present; you two aren’t qualified yet."
"If that’s the case, the interview ends here. We’ll report everything honestly until the issue is resolved."
"Do as you please, but don’t interrupt my work."
Sun Kangning stopped pretending, turning back to his desk.
Lin Yi signaled to Zhao Yuhuan, and the two rose to leave.
"Another pointless trip; this issue feels stuck and unsolvable."
"It’s not as bad as you think. Today’s aim was to record content. If we release what he just said, do you think it would stir public outrage?"
Zhao Yuhuan’s eyes lit up, understanding Lin Yi’s intention.
"Absolutely, anyone listening would be angry. The trap was well set."
"So, we’ve achieved our goal."
"But the housing issue remains unresolved—a persistent problem." Zhao Yuhuan said dejectedly.
"Don’t worry, take it slowly."
Lin Yi knew that solving the issue using their journalist identity was impossible.
He must take personal action.
"Isn’t this Director Lin."
At that moment, someone exclaimed, and Lin Yi inwardly thought, this is bad.
He was recognized.