"Are you sure?"
At 9:48, just before ten in the morning, Jiang Chen received a call.
"I’m sure."
The reply from the other end was quite affirmative, though, unfortunately, facial expressions couldn’t be seen through radio waves.
It was Hu Die’s voice.
As the chief planner of a new international comrcial empire, Boss Jiang certainly understood the principle of putting the right person in the right job, although it wasn’t a difficult task for him. Wasn’t it more convenient and efficient to let Hu Die handle it?
At the sa ti, it was also a kind of assessnt.
Based on the behavior of a lady who was still occupying his room last night and likely still snoring away, if he couldn’t tell that she had encountered a problem, it would really be a disservice to their friendship.
Such an obvious attempt to change the subject—eight or nine tis out of ten, it ant the Kyoto factory project had encountered an obstacle.
But wasn’t it a sure thing?
And they even sent a congratulatory ssage to him.
Logically, a strong and promising enterprise like Jinhai investing in a second factory in Kyoto was a mutually beneficial thing that should have gone smoothly. So, after noticing sothing last night, Jiang Chen couldn’t figure it out, and gave Hu Die a task after Director Shi fell asleep.
Hu Die lived up to the task, coming back with a response early this morning. The mont Boss Jiang learned of the situation, he felt a mix of emotions and was even reluctant to believe it.
But Hu Die’s repeated confirmations left him with nowhere to hide his wishful thinking.
"Hmm."
With just a word of response, Jiang Chen knew the mont he hung up the phone that the "professional spy" who switched jobs had seen quite a show again.
But at this mont, he had no ti to care about how colorful Hu Die’s psychological activities might be.
It wasn’t an unexpected obstacle, nor a jab at Jinhai Industry. The one causing trouble in the midst was actually—
Jiuding Group.
Alright then.
There’s no need to be so subtle.
To be more direct.
The one who clamped down on Jinhai’s throat was unexpectedly Princess Cao, who seed completely unrelated.
No,
it shouldn’t be said that she was entirely unrelated.
Though Jiuding Group had no connection to that land and no competing interests with Jinhai, in a sense, Princess Cao and Shi the Witch were even partners, since Jinhai was one of the original shareholders of Great Wall.
Isn’t this the equivalent of... stabbing a friend in the back for no reason?
All analyses of behavior motivation in the world boil down to the word ’interest’.
How could Princess Cao, who could once fund the creation of Firefly dical Center, the predecessor of Xinghuo, possibly have an antisocial personality? There must be personal motives.
If it’s not business competition, then it can only be private grievances.
Boss Jiang’s logic was quite rational and clear, but precisely because of this, the more comprehensively he sorted through things, the closer he got to the truth, the more he ended up with a headache.
No wonder those three days were so calm.
The storm had arrived.
Jiang Chen slowly exhaled, adjusted his mood, put away his phone, went out, and entered his room.
It was past ten.
She should be awake.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Even though it was his own private suite, he didn’t open the door directly, even though he had the key.
Boss Jiang politely knocked the door open, inside, Shi Qianxi seed to have just finished bathing, wrapped in his bathrobe, which was noticeably oversized, added with the recent shower, her skin was glowing pink, blending with the pristine bathrobe, emanating an indescribable exotic charm.
What’s that saying?
’The morning is the best ti of the day.’
Morning.
It’s naturally the ti when energy is most abundant.
One has to admit, Director Shi really lacked self-protection awareness; wearing just that to open the door.
Of course.
Certainly, it’s because she knew who was outside.
In the vast Apang Palace, who dared to co knocking except for Mr. Jiang himself?
After opening the door, Director Shi, with her wet hair tempting, glanced at soone, then quickly turned around, gracefully walking in, while rubbing her damp hair with a towel, her entire deanor exuding casualness and laziness.
Didn’t seem at all like she’d faced a setback.
"The bed’s pretty clean, haven’t had any won here?"
As Boss Jiang followed inside, just after closing the door, he was greeted by this sentence.
What a mindset.
Even when things were urgent, she still had the nerve to care about such trivial matters.
"Is there a connection between a clean bed and having had won here?"
Boss Jiang asked when he didn’t understand.
"Not a single woman’s hair."
Director Shi gave a succinct explanation, making it commonly understandable.
Did she check the entire bed when she woke up?
"You don’t know there’s a job called cleaning?"
Director Shi, while drying her hair, turned in front of the sofa and lazily looked at Boss Jiang, "So, you have had won?"
"I have."
Jiang Chen candidly said, "Tanki."
A long ti ago, when his Daoist sister first ca to lean on him, she did spend several nights in this room.
"She doesn’t count."
Shi Qianxi was indifferent, as in her eyes, Tanki Liuli was apparently a target not worth paying attention to, not even significant enough to tease soone about.
Though not deeply acquainted, the young Daoist nun gave her the impression that she wasn’t even a woman.
Even without seeing her in Daoist robe, she appeared as a truly ethereal person, young yet exuding an indescribable aura more imposing than the monks at temples.
Sotis, she even thought of taking her Buddhist mother to et her.
As expected, the junior sister of Blood Guanyin.
Both were extraordinary, and clearly two extres.
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