Before, Xiao Shulan had sought cooperation with Chen Jiaming, hadn’t she?
Anyway, now that Xiao Shulan has been caught by the police and imprisoned, Changda truly has no one at the helm.
Relying on the third Xiao Family sister Xiao Shuju to replace Xiao Shulan, pretending to stabilize Changda’s presidency and the company internally, would be difficult. Gu Nuan frowned, deeply aware of her husband’s sisters’ capabilities and limits.
Xiao Shui, Xiao Shulan, both belong to the domineering type, inheriting Xiao Jianming’s assertiveness, and could indeed maintain control within Changda. As for Xiao Shuju and Xiao Shuzhu, perhaps because they were the youngest in the Xiao Family, they lack such assertiveness. Making them president is akin to elevating Adou; it would be futile.
On this point, both Xiao Shuju and Xiao Shuzhu are self-aware, which is why they don’t aim to fight for family assets.
Despite Xiao Shulan’s faults, at least she could maintain the situation, keeping the company from descending into chaos.
Without a leader, just like scattered sand, even the largest company can face fragntation, much like an army suddenly without a commanding general. Departnts operate independently, company employee morale dissipates, and once news leaks out, the stock plumts. Should the senior executives also start to leave, the company would truly be finished.
Overturning a large ship can happen in an instant.
Gu Nuan, wasting no ti, said to Zhong Qiaohui and the others, "Prepare, begin the acquisition work imdiately, and aim to complete it today."
She cannot allow her husband’s family company to be destroyed by that crazy tigress.
The others imdiately understood what her concerns were. Gu Nuan’s thinking was indeed correct, it was imperative to act quickly, or else once a weakness is exposed and others seize the opportunity, even if they take over later, Changda could still collapse any mont.
At the Chen Family
The maids waited for a long ti, seeing Chen Jiaming sitting in the room of Mrs. Chen without coming out, and truly began to worry. After all, now that she’s passed away, the funeral arrangents must be made. The body, left for too long, will start to sll.
Thus, the maid, holding a phone, approached the door, knocked and said, "Young master, there’s a call—"
Inside, there was still no response.
The maid furrowed her brow with worry, continuing but with diminishing confidence, "It’s a miss with the surna Gu—"
Unexpectedly, sounds erged from the room, footsteps nearing the door.
Chen Jiaming, in a husky voice, indistinctly said, "Give the phone."
The maid imdiately slipped the phone through the door that had been opened just a crack.
Chen Jiaming noticed it was his phone left in the living room, Gu Nuan was calling him, and naturally, it was a video call.
He moved to the side, in a dim corner, and answered the call.
From Gu Nuan’s side, she seed unable to clearly see his face, his entire body appeared engulfed in darkness. In stark contrast, Chen Jiaming could see through the video the bustling scene on her side.
This scene of everyone working with fervor made Chen Jiaming pause, as if he suddenly felt a trace of life within himself.
"Chairman Chen." Gu Nuan’s voice ca through the line, exceptionally clear, carrying the kind of dawn that breaks the night’s darkness, a cool brightness.
To say this woman is cold, she truly is—at least, when he first saw her at the recruitnt fair, he felt the chill she exuded inherently seed devoid of warmth. However, to say she carries tenderness within her coldness isn’t false either, like the cup of chrysanthemum tea she made for him, regardless of her motives to curry favor, the tea indeed was warm and heartening.
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