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Even if Weiwei were dead, she wouldn't believe it. While struggling to break free from Xiaowei's control, she shouted, "You don't need to deny it. Celebrities don't dare to admit their identities in public... Besides S.H.E., you're my favorite. I won't mistake you. Give me an autograph and I'll leave!"

The lighting technician and Xiaowei regained control of Weiwei, who was about to pounce on Cai Yini.

Cai Yini smiled and shook her head, ignoring her.

Cai Yini and Gao Jinze sat on the sofa.

She turned her head, made a "start filming" gesture, then looked at Gao Jinze, raised the microphone and said, "Mr. Gao, it's an honor to interview you today, a pleasant surprise. I hope you can give me an even bigger surprise."

Gao Jinze shrugged and said, "It's an honor for me to be interviewed by a famous and beautiful female host from Shanghai TV."

Cai Yini lightly raised her fair wrist, alluringly brushing aside her bangs, and asked, "Let's get down to business: What are President Gao's thoughts on the collapse of Fenghe Shuiyuan?"

"The first thing that came to my mind was Lu Xun's famous essay, 'On the Collapse of Leifeng Pagoda.' I wonder if we'll find the White Snake Lady when we're clearing the foundation of Fenghe Water Garden."

Cai Yini chuckled and said, "Fenghe Shuiyuan wasn't brought down by Xu Zhonglin's tears, was it? No joke, I'd like to know, what does President Gao have to say about Tianyuan Apartments?"

"What do you want to say?" Gao Jinze raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Cai, would you like to hear about the property marketing strategy, or the sales situation of Tianyuan Apartments?"

Cai Yini slowly put away her smile: "I've heard from the owners of Tianyuan Apartments that there are problems with the building materials used in the apartments. What does Mr. Gao have to say about this?"

Gao Jinze also became serious: "Ms. Cai, you are the host, so you should speak with evidence. As we all know, our Qianqiu Real Estate's only cement supplier is Conch Cement, and the foundation of Tianyuan Apartment is no exception. There are some problems with the geological structure of Tianyuan Apartment, which has caused the foundation to settle, but we can't conclude from this that there is a problem with the foundation materials, can we?"

Cai Yini immediately replied, "Of course I have my sources for saying this."

Gao Jinze pressed on, "Then tell me!"

Cai Yini paused for a moment: "Well..."

"President Gao is a good person. Lin the Skinny replaced the cement in the foundation with another brand, but President Gao still dared to live in Tianyuan Apartment even after he found out!"

A commotion erupted. Everyone's gaze shifted away from Gao Jinze's face. Even the cameras turned to the person who had spoken loudly.

Weiwei showed no sign of shutting up, shaking her head as she pushed the security guard Xiaowei aside, saying, "Don't look at me, I really don't know what brand of cement was used for the foundation..."

Lin, the skinny guy, gritted his teeth, looking like he wanted to devour Weiwei alive.

Gao Jinze's face turned deathly pale.

Weiwei had never been pointed at by lights and cameras before, so she couldn't help but panic. She turned around to look for Song Yu, but he was nowhere to be seen. This made her even more panicked, and she wanted to run away.

Cai Yini held the microphone to Weiwei's mouth: "Excuse me, are you an employee of Qianqiu Real Estate?"

"No, I'm not! I'm from Prophet Company!" Weiwei quickly protested.

"Prophet... I seem to have heard from the advertising department that your headquarters is in the Bund Center, right?"

"Yes..." Weiwei nodded unconsciously, her mind already turned into a pot of mush by the blazing light.

"As far as I know, it's a famous feng shui company!" Cai Yini raised her voice and announced loudly.

Another uproar ensued.

Gao Jinze growled at Lin the skinny man in a low voice, "Get this stupid girl away from me right now, the farther the better!"

Lin, the skinny guy, gave the security guard, Xiao Wei, a meaningful look. Xiao Wei reached for Weiwei's arm, and Weiwei's phone suddenly rang. She answered it dazedly, and Song Yu's voice came through: "Right now! Immediately! Take a taxi back to the company!!"

Weiwei shook off Xiaowei, parted the crowd, and ran out of the Tianyuan Apartment lobby like lightning, rushing down the steps in a few strides. A taxi with a Johnson & Johnson roof light was parked by the roadside; the back door opened, and Song Yu leaned out, waving at her.

Weiwei darted into the car and slammed the door shut.

Chapter 8: Youyou Weiwei was covered in sweat, and the air conditioner made her sneeze twice.

Song Yu expressionlessly took out the Heart-to-Heart tissue she always carried, handed it to her without even looking at her.

Weiwei grabbed him and blew her nose loudly, then slumped into the seat, panting heavily.

After catching her breath for a while, Weiwei suddenly burst out laughing.

Song Yu turned her head to study why she was laughing.

"Luckily, luckily Sister Qiqi didn't know, otherwise I would have been dead this time!" Weiwei said with a laugh.

"It was Sister Qiqi who called... telling me to take a taxi and go back with you right away." Song Yu looked out the window.

"What!"

Weiwei bounced up as if she had been hit by a spring, and her head hit the roof of the taxi.

She leaned close to Song Yu's ear, her voice trembling, "You didn't tell Sister Qiqi what I just said, did you?"

Song Yu nodded.

Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief. Song Yu said, "I told you."

Weiwei slapped Song Yu on the shoulder, making him stagger.

"You traitor! You betrayed me!" Weiwei shouted.

Song Yu looked at her pitifully and said, "Isn't it just so happens that she called to ask... Besides, if Sister Qiqi didn't know you'd messed up, she'd be eaten alive by Gao Jinze and Lin Shouzi if she came to Tianyuan Apartment this afternoon!"

"yes!"

Weiwei slapped her forehead and said, "Quickly call Sister Qiqi and tell her not to come to Tianyuan Apartment this afternoon, or she'll definitely not come back alive!"

Song Yu lamented, "Running away is useless! Qianqiu Real Estate is a client who has already paid... Poor Sister Qiqi just found a way to resolve the 'great collapse' of Tianyuan Apartments..."

Weiwei pouted, her eyebrows furrowed, and muttered, "At worst, fire me, as long as Sister Qiqi is alright."

"Are you planning to just walk away?"

Song Yu glared at her.

Weiwei could only look miserable and remain silent.

Qiqi was very anxious after hearing Song Yu's story.

The worst fear is that once the news of Tianyuan Apartment's impending collapse is exposed by the TV station, Qianqiu Real Estate may not have time to do anything, and Xianzhi Company will have no chance to prevent the tragedy of the building collapse!

Zhou Haisheng received a royal decree from Vice President Shang and kept urging Qiqi to hurry up and go to the Yufo Temple to invite Master Juehui.

Qiqi kept making excuses because if Qianqiu Real Estate couldn't be settled there, a fight would definitely break out once Master Juehui arrived.

Weiwei and Song Yu both came in with their heads down, not daring to breathe.

Qiqi had a bellyful of cursing words, but seeing their pitiful looks, all she could say was, "You haven't had lunch yet, have you? There are only two meals left."

Weiwei and Song Yu felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They turned around and fled out of the Suzaku Department office, rushing towards the dining hall.

Qiqi turned around and walked aimlessly into the small conference room. She fiddled with her white Motorola Ming PDA. The white version of this phone was quite rare; Qiqi liked monochromatic, simple things—from clothes to household items. If possible, she would always choose white. She even wanted to decorate her soon-to-be-purchased new home with a white theme, as it would make her feel clean and comfortable.

This phone is very old.

It took a full three years.

Every time Youyou saw her, she would urge her to get a new phone, saying it was too outdated. She would also frequently show off the iPhone she bought in the US to Qiqi, saying she would bring one back for her next time she went to the US.

Qiqi takes a laissez-faire approach to everything she owns, from her boyfriend to the items she uses.

What is meant to come will come, what is meant to go will go; there is no surprise when it comes, and no lingering when it goes.

A cell phone is something you should use when you need to, and it will wear out as it goes. It's just an object, something for people to use. As long as it can still make calls and send text messages, that's enough.

As long as it's still usable, Qiqi will never replace it with a new one, even if it means death.

However, she has decided that once her current phone reaches the end of its life, she will get a white iPhone. But she will buy it herself, not through a proxy service like Youyou.

She tries her best not to trouble others if she can avoid it.

She always hoped to be a quiet, unassuming presence.

Whenever she thought of the iPhone, she thought of Youyou.

Youyou has been working in the entertainment industry and is familiar with many leaders of Shanghai Oriental TV. Why not ask her about it?

Thinking of this, Qiqi dialed Youyou's number.

"You're actually worried about something like this? Qiqi, stop messing around. There's no need to ask anyone for help. I guarantee that this episode will be banned by the TV station executives. Even if it gets aired, it will definitely be a censored version. Just wait and see!"

After listening to Qiqi's account, Youyou said nonchalantly.

Qi Qi hung up the phone with a skeptical look on her face. She wondered how the TV station could let such a shocking news story go unreported. She was now afraid that if Gao Jinze called Zhou Haisheng to complain, Weiwei and Song Yu would be in grave danger.

Just as I feared, Zhou Haisheng called directly into the small conference room: "Qiqi, come here for a moment."

Qi Qi reluctantly knocked on Zhou Haisheng's door. Zhou Haisheng was staring intently at the screen, looking very serious.

Qiqi knew he was checking stock quotes again.

So he sat down opposite him without making a sound to disturb him.

Finally, Zhou Haisheng raised his head, frowned in thought, and muttered to himself, "That's impossible. It used to be very accurate."

Qi Qi asked, "Manager Zhou, what do you need me for?"

"Why isn't it going up? It's actually slowly declining... Qiqi, post something tonight and ask Fangxing Technology about its trend," Zhou Haisheng muttered.

"Okay." It was that boring thing again. Qiqi got up.

"Don't go, I haven't finished speaking."

Zhou Haisheng gestured for Qiqi to sit down, then picked up his teacup, took a quick sip, and said, "Why didn't you go to Tianyuan Apartment as promised? Vice President Lin called to urge you. Also, have you contacted Master Juehui?"

He stammered and hesitated.

Zhou Haisheng sighed: "You can refuse to do what I asked you to do, but you won't do what Vice President Shang asked you to do either?" Qi Qi said awkwardly: "No, Manager Zhou, it's just that I should personally go to Master Juehui's place to invite him. It's too impolite to say it over the phone. I'll go to Tianyuan Apartment now. I'm waiting for Weiwei and Song Yu to finish their meal."

Zhou Haisheng waved his hand, indicating that she could leave. His eyes returned to the screen, and he remained still.

Qiqi had no choice but to set off.

This time, she didn't dare bring Weiwei and Song Yu with her, and sent them to Tianxin to learn palmistry and face reading.

She didn't know whether she should go to the Yufo Temple to find Juehui first, or go to Gao Jinze's place to sound him out.

Qiqi sat in the car in the underground garage, without starting the Beetle.

She suddenly realized that just staying here was fine.

Cars were coming and going all around.

Qiqi squinted, half asleep, half awake, half lying down.

She didn't know how much time had passed, nor did she care.

Then, the phone rang.

"We miss each other, in the next room, as time flows by..."