The car came to a steady stop at the entrance of Jiang Tai.
Just as Fang Yuan was about to open the door and get out, she suddenly noticed several employees standing at the entrance, smoking and chatting.
They had clearly spotted the car as well.
A black, gleaming rolls-royce.
The moment the car door opened, the employees' gazes shifted toward it in unison.
As soon as Fang Yuan stepped out, she heard the rustling sound of hushed discussions behind her:
"Hey, isn't that Supervisor Fang from Finance?"
"Yeah, why is she getting out of a rolls-royce?"
"Tsk tsk, I heard she has a child. Can a single widow really afford to ride in a car like that?"
"What do you know? Good looks are capital. Plenty of male employees in our company stare at her every day..."
The voices weren't loud, but they were just clear enough to drift into her ears.
Fang Yuan's footsteps faltered for a moment.
Then, she heard the sound of the car door opening again behind her.
Jiang Cheng stepped out.
He stood by the car, his gaze sweeping over the employees.
The expressions of those few people froze instantly.
"Holy crap, isn't that..."
"It's President Jiang?!"
"Pre—President Jiang, hello!"
The group hurriedly stood up straight, nearly dropping the cigarettes in their hands.
Seeing Fang Yuan look back at him, Jiang Cheng spoke up. "Since we're already at the company, I'll head up and take a look. I'll walk you in while I'm at it..."
Hearing this, Fang Yuan recalled the last time Jiang Cheng had stood up for her.
She spoke again, "Thank you, Jiang Cheng..."
Jiang Cheng smiled. He had already witnessed similar situations during Jiang Tai's opening banquet.
This was likely the burden of being a beauty.
Even if you did nothing, you occasionally couldn't avoid encountering such things.
The root cause was that the convenience and invisible perks brought by beauty made others green with envy.
They were all women; why should she receive better treatment just because she was beautiful?
Once this thought surfaced, jealousy was inevitable.
It was normal and unavoidable.
Especially for someone like Fang Yuan, a Beautiful Demon who cheated age with her backward growth.
It would be abnormal if she weren't envied.
"It's just a small favor. No need to marry me to repay it..."
The sudden playful remark made Fang Yuan's face flush slightly. After giving Jiang Cheng a sidelong glance, she cleared her throat.
"Let's go. They happen to be in a meeting right now..."
Jiang Cheng dropped his playful expression and asked, "How have Wang Wei and the others been lately?"
Fang Yuan instantly understood the meaning behind Jiang Cheng's words.
"General Manager Zhou and General Manager Li are both very experienced. There haven't been any major issues with the company for the time being..."
While they were talking, the elevator arrived.
The doors opened, and the two walked out one after the other.
In the office area, several employees who were busy working looked up, their gazes instantly freezing.
The person next to Supervisor Fang...
Holy crap, is that President Jiang?!"
Someone dropped their pen.
Someone nearly spilled their coffee.
Jiang Cheng and Fang Yuan walked through the office area toward the Finance Department.
As they passed by, he heard uncontrollable whispers behind him.
"Holy crap, what's going on?!"
"Supervisor Fang and President Jiang came up together?!"
"I was just smoking downstairs and saw them get out of the same car with my own eyes!"
"The same car?! That rolls-royce?"
"What else could it be?"
"My god..."
Jiang Cheng stopped at the entrance of the Finance Department and said to Fang Yuan, "You go ahead and get busy. I'll head upstairs to look around."
Fang Yuan nodded. "Alright."
She pushed the door open and went inside.
Jiang Cheng turned toward the stairs and quickly reached the meeting room door on the upper floor.
He pushed open the meeting room door.
A group of people sat in a circle inside. The room was thick with smoke, and tea cups were scattered haphazardly.
Zhou Shoucheng sat on one side of the long table with documents spread out before him. Li Zhenguo sat beside him, still in his work clothes, clutching his small notebook.
Three people sat opposite them.
Wang Wei was in the middle, with Zhao Dezhu, the Vice President of Procurement, on his left, and Qian Maocai, the Production Manager, on his right.
Before pushing the door, Jiang Cheng had already heard the voices inside from the hallway.
Zhao Dezhu had a loud voice; he could be heard shouting even through the door: "Manager Zhou, why do you have to check the procurement contracts every so often? What's the meaning of this? Do you not trust us veterans?"
Then came Qian Maocai's sarcastic interjection: "Exactly. When we were conquering the world with President Jiang, who knows where you two were. Every time you have to check this and that—it's disheartening to hear about."
Wang Wei didn't say anything, but he didn't stop them either.
The moment Jiang Cheng pushed the door open, the voices inside cut off abruptly, like a chicken being grabbed by the neck.
Zhao Dezhu's hand was still poised as if to slam the table, and the sarcastic look on Qian Maocai's face hadn't had time to fade; they were both frozen in place.
Wang Wei was the quickest to react, snapping to his feet. "Young President Jiang?!"
Zhao Dezhu and Qian Maocai finally snapped out of it, hurriedly standing up.
"Pre—President Jiang..."
"President Jiang, what brings you here..."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak, his gaze sweeping over the three faces.
Zhao Dezhu's forehead was beaded with sweat, Qian Maocai's eyes were darting around, and while Wang Wei had managed to steady himself, Jiang Cheng had clearly seen that moment of panic.
Zhou Shoucheng and Li Zhenguo also stood up.
This was the first time they had met Jiang Cheng.
Previously on WeChat, Zhou Shoucheng had wondered many times—what kind of person was this boss who could hand over the reins of Jiang Tai to two strangers and not show his face for a month?
Now, the man stood before them.
Young, even younger than imagined.
But when those eyes swept over him, Zhou Shoucheng suddenly understood one thing—
This young man didn't 'not come'; he didn't need to come.
He dared to delegate power because he knew that some people simply couldn't stir up any real trouble.
Zhou Shoucheng composed himself, his tone steady and respectful. "President Jiang."
Li Zhenguo followed suit. "Boss."
Jiang Cheng waved his hand. "I was just passing by and decided to come up and take a look."
He walked a few steps inside, pulled out a chair, and sat down, saying naturally, "Continue. I'll just listen."
The meeting room fell silent for a few seconds.
Zhao Dezhu and Qian Maocai looked at each other, unsure of how to respond.
Wang Wei gave a dry laugh to break the silence. "President Jiang, we were just discussing work with Manager Zhou and Manager Li to get a better understanding of the company's situation. If you're not busy, perhaps you could give us some guidance."