"That’s enough," Rong Zhi put away his phone, one hand in his pocket, his voice unhurried, indifferent and cold. "Secretary Bai will send these screenshots to the logistics department in a moment, and then report to President Rong for handling. The rest, Miss Li and the president can take their time explaining."
Li Yaoyao felt as if she had been hit on the head with a club.
"No, it can’t be, Vice Manager Rong, those are all fake, it was Bai Tingxun framing me..."
Rong Zhi’s brows and eyes lowered, coated with a layer of icy detachment, imbued with the irritation of recent unrest, exuding a forbidding aura of cold hostility.
Li Yaoyao’s feet were pinned to the ground as a chilling sense of fear grew on her bones.
Bai Tingxun followed Rong Zhi into the office, rushing with a notebook to the logistics department, and incidentally packaged the evidence to be sent to Secretary Rong Xian’an.
Boldly labeled with the name.
Li Yaoyao’s face turned blue and white; she returned stiffly to her workstation, thinking perhaps Rong Xian’an doesn’t care that much about Rong Zhi?
But it was just wishful thinking, Rong Zhi was the third young master of the Rong Family, President Rong couldn’t possibly hurt his own son’s feelings for an outsider.
During the lunchtime break, the verdict Li Yaoyao had been anxiously awaiting all morning was finally delivered.
And with the most serious charge.
She got nothing, and she had to compensate the Rong Family with a large amount of contractual damages.
Li Yaoyao stared blankly at Rong Jin, who came to announce her dismissal, her hands trembling as she uncontrollably covered her face and wept.
Regretted offending Rong Zhi on that day, regretted falsely accusing Rong Zhi later on.
If time could turn back, she would surely have helped Rong Jin process reimbursements seriously and meticulously on the day Rong Zhi arrived at the company.
It’s a pity, there’s no such thing as ’if’ in this world.
Rong Jin was in high spirits.
When Li Yaoyao was in the finance department, under Rong Yun’s orders, she often held up his reimbursement.
Now that she’s gone, although he’s not sure about the performance of her replacement, he’d be happy for a day or two first.
He called out to the young man, his tone joyful, "How’s the preparation for going to Huajing Group? If there’s anything you need help with, feel free to ask!"
Rong Zhi closed his notebook and curved his lips lazily, "No need."
Rong Jin nodded, "Alright then, I wish you success in all your projects, and once they’re completed, your third uncle will treat you to a good meal."
Rong Zhi set off to Huajing Group with Bai Tingxun.
Located at the foot of the Imperial City.
The nearby residents were either from prominent families or held extraordinary positions, high-ranking officials, and wealthy elite families.
Huajing Group was also situated here.
Bai Tingxun had passed by here many times, but never once truly stepped inside.
Passing through the revolving glass door, the central hall was exceptionally tall and open, the front desk staff all wore tags on their chests with a numbered sequence followed by their name.
Bai Tingxun swallowed nervously, entering such a national group for the first time, out of respect for the nation, she was inexplicably tense.
Beside her, the young man’s voice was hoarse yet melodious, imbued with a soothing coolness.
"You are representing me, the Rong Family, every move you make is being watched, if you make a mistake, it’s my face on the line."
Bai Tingxun let out a vague "ah".
Feeling as if a knife had pierced her heart.
Yet what Rong Zhi was saying was true.
She turned her head and glanced at the young man’s indifferent face.
Poised and composed, his demeanor unrestrained.
As her gaze touched his, the young man slowly turned his eyes, his fox-like eyes slightly narrowed, the black-and-white pupils containing a calm like a dark curtain.
Bai Tingxun was momentarily dazed, her heart began to race, her face slightly flushed with warmth, that nervousness suddenly cast aside, leaving only the young man in her heart and mind.
Only when they reached the conference room did she snap back to reality.
And the young man had already greeted President Qi of Huajing Group and taken a seat.
Bai Tingxun was a step behind, blinked, took a deep breath, then sat down calmly with a polite smile as Gu Qinwu invited her to sit.
"Vice Manager Rong, the people from the Engineering College are stuck in traffic, they’ll probably need another half an hour to arrive."
Ever since knowing that Rong Zhi was his brother’s chief surgeon, Qi Ruwen had shown her more respect.
Rong Zhi nodded, "No problem."
Qi Ruwen smiled, "Alright, let’s first talk about the continuation of the project, Vice Manager Rong knows, our project involves the military..."
Huajing Group demanded new technology, new ideas, new products.
Everything entirely new.
Precisely because of these high demands, they were immediately attracted to the Rong Family’s proposal, because within it, there was an encapsulation of personal understanding of previous thermal weaponry, alongside bold innovation.
Even the concepts mentioned within were several tiers above the current internationally used thermal weaponry concepts.