Cao Daqiang paused.
"I… I need to go back and think this over carefully."
This single decision could determine his fate for the next ten years.
This wasn't an ordinary promotion. It was a gamble with his life.
Win, and he'd soar to new heights. Lose, and it would cost him his head.
He knew that if he refused, he would probably never break through this career ceiling.
But if he accepted, it meant tying himself completely to Gu Jiajun's war chariot, with no turning back.
Gu Jiajun waved his hand dismissively.
"Fine, I won't rush you. You have three days. Think it over. When you've made up your mind, come find me."
He knew Cao Daqiang had no way out.
As Cao Daqiang walked out of the office, a gust of night wind made him realize his back was drenched in cold sweat.
But before he could even recover, he ran straight into Ling Anxun.
Cao Daqiang's heart clenched.
"Mr. Cao, still not heading home this late?"
"Hello, Mr. Ling!"
Cao Daqiang forced his trembling hands still.
