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Chapter 526: Chapter 283 Quiet Wedding Scene_2 Chapter 526: Chapter 283 Quiet Wedding Scene_2 “Uncle, Auntie, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Hello, hello! Please come in and take a seat, Zhou, go pour some tea for President Tang.”

“Auntie, you don’t need to be so polite. Today is Brother Bo’s big day, you can just call me by my name. Besides, I am the groomsman, I’m here to work, not to be hosted by you.”

A lively exchange of greetings followed.

Tang Song began to get busy.

He helped count the red envelopes for the bridegroom’s procession, prepare props, coordinate with the photographer for videos, and have breakfast…

This was his first time being a groomsman, and the experience felt especially novel and interesting.

7:30 in the morning.

The group set off in the wedding cars, heading to the hotel to fetch the bride.

…

Chaoyang District, Dongba Home Community.

“Zhao, get up and eat, you’re taking the girl to her dance class later!” his wife shouted as she pushed open the bedroom door.

She went to the window and pulled back the curtains.

Bright sunlight instantly flooded the room.

Zhao Mingying shielded his eyes from the glaring light and sat up in bed, looking somewhat dazed.

“I’m talking to you! Did you hear me?” His wife came to the bed and began folding the quilt.

“Mhm, I know.” Zhao Mingying nodded and checked his phone.

He stood up from the bed and walked into the living room.

“Good morning, Daddy!” His daughter Tiantian was holding a paintbrush, busy doodling.

“Morning, Tiantian.” Zhao Mingying sat down at the dining table.

On the table was pumpkin porridge his wife had made early in the morning, steamed pork buns, and a stack of pickled vegetables.

Zhao Mingying ate the steaming breakfast, but his heart was filled with unease.

Just yesterday, a personnel manager approached him at work.

His department, the Public Relations and Events department, was undergoing an organizational restructuring to improve operational efficiency and reduce management costs.

The media relations operations that were originally part of his remit would be taken over by the media operations of other business units.

And as the head of the media relations team within the PR and Events department, Zhao Mingying was directly impacted by the “management cost” reductions.

However, the situation was still under discussion, and he was told to prepare mentally.

What he feared had materialized!

He had long had a premonition of this day, which was why he had been working overtime until 9 PM every day, volunteering for business trips, being cautious in every aspect.

As a media conglomerate, Star Cloud International was rife with internal factions and constant conflicts.

For example, the PR and Events department had been under pressure to reduce costs as business growth slowed.

Despite volunteering for a salary cut, the personnel staff still expressed regret.

He was 36 years old and had been with the company for 10 years.

Because he joined early, when the company didn’t emphasize educational qualifications, he only had an associate’s degree.

But due to yearly salary increases and his status as part of the management, his labor cost stood out significantly.

It truly was a case of debuff stacking to the max.

The leader, who was several years his junior, naturally started by cutting him out first.

Touching his smooth forehead and contemplating his current situation, Zhao Mingying felt particularly upset.

“Tata, tata—” His wife finished tidying the room and sat down next to her daughter, suddenly saying, “Zhao, our daughter has really been into drawing lately, I want to enroll her in a class.”

“How much is it?” Zhao Mingying looked up.

“6,800 yuan. Many of her classmates are enrolled, so that way she can have something in common to talk about with them.”

“Oh, then go ahead and enroll her.”

“Also, my mom’s leg surgery is next month. Although there’s a reimbursement from residential medical insurance, it will still cost a lot. They don’t have a pension, so we need to contribute some money. How much do you think is appropriate?”

“Do whatever you think is best.”

Zhao Mingying bent his head and silently calculated their household savings.

Luckily, he had bought their house early on when the price in the community was only 25,000 yuan per square meter, and they had also made early repayments on their mortgage, reducing it to less than 7,000 yuan a month.

However, his wife was just an ordinary accountant with a low salary.

Approaching middle age and facing potential joblessness, his stable life was suddenly disrupted.

Children, elders, mortgage, living costs…

The pressures from all sides were overwhelming.

He had to find a job as soon as possible.

He picked up his phone, opened WeChat, scrolled through his contacts, and considered who from his network could give him a hand.

Over the years at work, he had made many friends, quite a few of whom had become high-level executives.

Putting his pride aside and reaching out slowly, he should be able to find a job to make ends meet.

However, the conditions would definitely not match those at Xingyun International Group and would also be less stable.

Sighing, Zhao Mingying opened his Moments feed as he ate, scrolling through.

Soon, several brightly colored and joyful photos caught his eye.

[Wen Ruan: “The most beautiful moments, the best of us, happy wedding, my girl!”]

Below were a series of nine photos taken in the hotel bridal room.

In the center was the bride, Sun Simin, surrounded by several girls.

Among them, Wen Ruan undoubtedly stood out the most.

Zhao Mingying slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering that he had to attend Sun Simin’s wedding at noon.

The notification from the day before had been so sudden that he had completely forgotten about it.

He had red envelopes at home, but probably not enough cash; he would need to withdraw some from the bank.

Looking at Wen Ruan’s photo, Zhao Mingying shook his head with a wry smile.

The irony wasn’t lost on him; just a few days ago, he had helped with an internal referral, and now he was being “optimized” out of his job.

As for seeking help from Vice President Ji Qiuyu through the back door, he never even considered it.

The two of them had only worked together in the same department when they first joined the company, had exchanged contact details, and could barely converse.

The reason he could refer Wen Ruan to President Ji was that he saw a recruitment notice in his Moments, which was, in fact, a request for internal referrals by President Ji.

With his current circumstances, reaching out for help would be truly presumptuous.

Shaking his head, Zhao Mingying commented on the post: “Congratulations to Simin on the big wedding! Both the bride and the bridesmaids are beautiful!”