Soon, Lin Xiaowen erged from the restroom.
What was different, however, was that her complexion was even more flushed, like a ripened strawberry, irresistibly enticing.
If it weren’t for the fact he knew it was her ti of the month, Zhang Xiaohao would have definitely taken her right there and then.
"Secretary Lin, I’ve signed the docunts, take them," Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
His face was like an ancient well without ripples, betraying no sign of change.
"Mhm," Lin Xiaowen responded weakly.
"Secretary Lin, here is the authorization note I’ve approved. Take this and withdraw one million from the finance departnt, I need it," Zhang Xiaohao commanded.
As he spoke, he passed over a voucher signed and stamped with the company seal.
"Yes, Mr. Zhang," Lin Xiaowen answered, taking the voucher and walking out.
After Lin Xiaowen left, Zhang Xiaohao picked up a pen and on a clean sheet of A4 paper, wrote down a list of herbs.
Once Lin Xiaowen had withdrawn the million, he could use the money to purchase the herbs on the list.
Once the herbs were bought, they could be combined with Spiritual Dew to develop a new kind of skincare lotion.
Then, they would produce a few exquisite bottles of the skincare lotion, revamp the packaging for the "Paris Spring" line, and using Guan Qingxue’s group’s distribution channels, they would launch and sell the product.
As for advertising, Zhang Xiaohao already had a perfect plan in his mind.
Soon, Lin Xiaowen’s figure returned, filled with rage, her delicate and appealing face marked with anger.
"Mr. Zhang, those people in the finance departnt are beyond bullying! Not only did they refuse to issue the money, they tore up your voucher and spoke rudely! They said things like you only got into the company through connections, that you won’t last long in the company, and that you’ll be kicked out within a week!" Lin Xiaowen reported.
"Who said that?" Zhang Xiaohao asked, his face hardening.
"The finance departnt manager, Ma Xiaorong, said it!" Lin Xiaowen puffed up angrily.
"Did she also insult you?" Seeing her state, Zhang Xiaohao asked again.
"Mhm," Lin Xiaowen nodded heavily.
Perhaps in her heart, she considered herself Zhang Xiaohao’s person, and when she was angry, naturally, it was up to Zhang Xiaohao, the boss, to step up.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you to reclaim our dignity," Zhang Xiaohao put down the pen he was holding, stored the written paper in his pocket, and headed for the door, wearing a cold expression.
When he walked out to the public relations departnt lobby, everyone there, seeing Zhang Xiaohao co out, didn’t dare to breathe too loudly.
"Director Wu, bring a few people and co with ," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Yes, Mr. Zhang," Wu Qiaoqiao responded, grabbing four of her trusted people and following behind Zhang Xiaohao. The group took the elevator, heading straight for the finance departnt.
At the sa ti, Wu Qiaoqiao was also very curious, what exactly was going on with Mr. Zhang? Could it be that soone who didn’t know any better had provoked Mr. Zhang again? Her gaze involuntarily glanced at Lin Xiaowen by her side and seeing her face full of anger, thought to herself, could this matter be related to the little secretary?
With these questions in mind, the group bustled angrily towards the finance departnt.
"This is a restricted area of the finance departnt, no loitering!" Just as Zhang Xiaohao’s group entered, they were stopped by two young n from the finance departnt.
The two young n looked at Zhang Xiaohao and his group with disdain, arrogance in their posture, and their noses in the air.
"Move!" Zhang Xiaohao barked coldly.
"Who do you think you are? This is the Finance Departnt’s stronghold, who do you think you are? Just barge in whenever you feel like it? Now I order you to get out imdiately, or don’t bla for getting physical!"
Zhang Xiaohao gave them a cold look, a flash of chill in his eyes, and his right foot lashed out violently, kicking them both in the chest. He sent them flying out, not stopping until they had been flung five or six ters.
"Who do you think you are to block my way? Looking for a death wish! If you want to die, at least find a more dignified way!" Zhang Xiaohao said with contempt.
Having said that, he led the six pretty public relations ladies with a fierce aura toward the Finance Manager’s office.
Seeing that the office door was closed tightly, Zhang Xiaohao had a self-mocking smile on his face as he kicked the door down with imnse force and strutted in.
"You bastard! This is a critical area of the Finance Departnt! How dare you run wild here and break my office door? I’m going to have security throw you out!" Ma Xiaorong said furiously.
She grabbed the phone on the desk and dialed security. As soon as the call connected, she relayed the situation.
After hanging up, Ma Xiaorong looked at Zhang Xiaohao and his group with disdain, and said arrogantly, "While security hasn’t arrived yet, you’d better kneel down and apologize! Otherwise, I’ll make you regret it!"
"Are you done?" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently, pulling out a chair and sitting down with his legs wide open.
"What?" Ma Xiaorong was taken aback, not understanding what Zhang Xiaohao was up to.
After a mont of stupefaction, Ma Xiaorong continued, "What do you an?"
"Now that you’re done, it’s my turn. The four of you, hold her down, Secretary Lin, go slap her! She insulted you just now, give her as many slaps as she did insults! Keep slapping until you calm down!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"You wouldn’t dare, Zhang!" Ma Xiaorong shouted angrily.
"I wouldn’t dare? Just watch closely. What are you all waiting for? Go hold her down, Secretary Lin, get to work!" Zhang Xiaohao commanded.
Seeing the four won hesitating, Wu Qiaoqiao said coldly, "Did you not hear Mr. Zhang’s order? Are you all deaf? Go hold her down!"
Spurred by Wu Qiaoqiao’s command, the four won looked at each other, their hesitation fleeting, and they stepped forward, circling the desk and closing in on Ma Xiaorong.
"What—what do you think you’re doing? I warn you, don’t ss around. I’m the Manager of the Finance Departnt. If you dare to do anything rash, careful I cut your wages!" Ma Xiaorong threatened fiercely.
"Do it!" Wu Qiaoqiao snorted again, and the four won rushed up, pinning Ma Xiaorong against the desk, effectively immobilizing her.
"Secretary Lin, go slap her! She insulted you just now, give it back to her good and hard!" Zhang Xiaohao ordered impassively.
"Yes, Mr. Zhang!" Lin Xiaowen suppressed her excitent and responded, her high heels clicking sharply on the floor as she walked over with murderous intent.
"Lin Xiaowen, I warn you, don’t make a move! If you dare to, I tell you, you’re as good as dead! Don’t think that just because Zhang is protecting you, you can be so arrogant and do whatever you want! Let tell you, Zhang won’t be able to strut around much longer." Ma Xiaorong threatened venomously.
"Shut your damn mouth! You were so arrogant just now, weren’t you? You even dared to tear up Mr. Zhang’s docunt, and insult and Mr. Zhang. Today, I will tear up that bitchy face of yours!" Lin Xiaowen retorted coldly.
Raising her palm, she started to hit Ma Xiaorong with simple and brutal left and right slaps.
Slap, slap, slap...
In no ti, the sound of crisp slaps filled the office.
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