Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!
Chapter 91: Some people are triumphant in the spring breeze, while others feel disheartened.

Chapter 91: Some people are triumphant in the spring breeze, while others feel disheartened.

"Manager, manager, you should give this opportunity to me. What level of company is Yunda? He’s just a lowly lobby manager—don’t end up having the project ruined because of him."

"Besides, I have connections and resources at Yongrui Fund. How could he possibly compete with me?"

The manager stopped in his tracks and sighed.

"Xiao Song, I know you’re not happy about this, but there’s no choice. You’ll just have to endure it this time."

With that, he patted Song Qi’s shoulder and turned to leave.

He had underestimated Zhang Jian. Usually quiet and reserved, who would’ve thought he had connections at Yunda Group.

Song Qi bottled up his frustration, and when he saw Zhang Jian walking toward him, he cast him a fierce glare.

Zhang Jian, oblivious, was still scratching his head in confusion.

But since the project landed in his hands, Zhang Jian was determined to put in his best effort.

After handing off his current tasks to colleagues, Zhang Jian began working on the new project.

The upside was that he now had his own office, small though it might be. Still, even a small sparrow contains all essential organs.

The headquarters and Yunda’s project representatives were arriving in the afternoon, and Zhang Jian was tasked with picking them up at the airport.

"Xiao Yuan, is the company car available? I need it this afternoon to pick up clients from the airport."

Xiao Yuan instinctively glanced in the direction of Song Qi’s office, slowly stood up, and stammered, "Zhang... Manager Zhang, the car was borrowed by Supervisor Song."

Zhang Jian frowned.

He thought for a moment and walked over to knock on the door: "Supervisor Song, can I borrow the car this afternoon? My matter is quite urgent."

"Oh, so now you dare to compete with me for the car? Your matter is urgent, but mine isn’t? I’m having lunch with Mr. Yu from Tianhong Fund at noon. Mr. Yu is a major client of the bank—can you afford to offend him?"

"Besides, you’re a fund project manager now. Shouldn’t your stature match up? Don’t even have a car—how is headquarters or Yunda supposed to believe you can handle such a major project?"

Zhang Jian took a deep breath: "Supervisor Song, I remember you have your own car."

Song Qi slouched in his chair, feet propped up on his desk, twirling his car keys between his fingers with a smug grin.

"My car is in for maintenance. Otherwise, why don’t you ask the manager? See if he’ll lend you his car."

Zhang Jian shot Song Qi a long look before finally heading off to find the manager.

Song Qi let out a snide laugh.

"Supervisor Song." A subordinate walked in carrying a cup of coffee.

"Won’t the manager be upset with you? After all, he handed such a big project to Zhang Jian."

"Heh." Song Qi responded with a cold chuckle.

Soon, Zhang Jian emerged from the manager’s office with a grim expression.

A subordinate eagerly flattered Song Qi: "Supervisor Song, you’re brilliant!"

Song Qi curled his lips, "Alright, everyone get back to work."

Having dealt with the manager for so long, Song Qi knew his every thought inside and out.

First a carrot, then a stick—he was a master of balancing the scales.

"Brother Zhang, the manager wouldn’t agree to lend you the car?"

A round-faced young woman cautiously approached him and asked.

The young woman was an intern, none other than Xiao Yuan—she and Zhang Jian were both tasked with the dirtiest, most exhausting jobs.

Zhang Jian sighed deeply in defeat.

Song Qi was right. Even if the manager entrusted him with such a major project, he simply didn’t have the necessary capabilities.

He couldn’t even secure a car.

"Brother Zhang, how about renting a car from a second-hand market? But I’m afraid we might not have enough time."

Xiao Yuan suggested.

As lunchtime arrived, nearly everyone headed to the cafeteria, except the staff on duty.

Suddenly, someone called out from the back door of the cafeteria: "Manager Zhang, someone’s looking for you."

At once, everyone turned their heads curiously.

A tall and slim figure entered the room. At first glance, the person seemed extraordinarily slender and striking, with a baseball cap perched on their head. The petite face was almost completely obscured by the brim of the hat, revealing only a sleek jawline—a presence wrapped in an enigmatic, indescribable allure.

"An’an?" Zhang Jian quickly stepped forward.

"What brings you here?"

The young girl looked up, and a wave of disappointment washed over the crowd.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive—she was—but the initial air of mystery had dissipated, leaving her appearance somewhat plain and unremarkable.

Shen You’an held up the lunchbox in her hand: "The doctor specifically instructed that you shouldn’t eat heavily oily or salty food for the next few days, so I made you a meal and brought it over."

"Whoa, Xiao Zhang, is this young lady your daughter? How sweet and considerate!"

The longest-serving staff member at the unit, Sister Zhao, smiled warmly and said.

The gloom in Zhang Jian’s heart gradually lifted, and he responded with a smile: "This is my niece, An’an."

Shen You’an smiled and nodded politely: "You must be Sister Zhao. I’ve heard my uncle mention you frequently—he says you’ve always been very kind and supportive to him."