Chapter 35: What did you talk about?

The next day, in the conference room, Xun Sheng said nothing.

Xun Sheng is not a genius, he just tries hard to move forward in the direction that Xun Youdong wants to cultivate. However, this road is too long and too tiring, and there will always be times when he falls.

Sometimes he really envied Xun Mo. They were both adopted children, but he was the only one who had to study hard, work hard, and deal with intrigues in the workplace.

After Xun Youdong found Xia Cheng, he gradually began to step down. Landu made his fortune in real estate, and Xun Sheng knew nothing about it, so he could only force himself.

In the past few years, he would cry in the middle of the night, but now he is much more stable. When it comes to money, everyone's mouths are always hypocritical and enthusiastic. When he was a child, he longed to be rich, but when he grew up, he realized that what he wanted might not be good.

This year, at the beginning of June, the board of directors announced a financial report showing a decline in performance, down 16% year-on-year. Cash flow was under pressure, and the old guys in the company forced Xun Youdong to come back.

Of course, Xun Youdong couldn't come back. He personally handed the company over to Xun Sheng. If he went back at this time, it would not only mean that Xun Sheng was incompetent, but the group of shareholders would also be ready to make moves.

Xun Sheng could only force himself to work overtime and find a solution, but during the negotiation that led to the company's losses, someone leaked internal data to competitors. In addition, the real estate business has not been good in recent years, which has intensified the conflict between Xun Sheng and the old shareholders. He must eliminate the spies in his team and get back on track at the same time.

In July, there was another new board of directors. Facing the accountability of the directors, Xun Sheng raised two fingers.

"Please give me some time. If the performance doesn't recover within two months and achieve a 20% quarter-on-quarter growth in the third quarter, I will resign."

The applause broke the silence of the shareholders, as abrupt as fingernails scratching a blackboard.

The person clapping was a middle-aged man sitting on Xun Sheng's right, about forty or fifty years old.

Obviously, he applauded Xun Sheng's military order, but he was still not satisfied.

"Boss Xun, last time you misjudged the policy and caused the auction to fail, do you know how much money the company lost? This time, we don't have time to play around with you."

Xun Sheng folded his hands and put them on the table. He had been looking at the table during the entire meeting. Only now did he move his eyes away from the thread on the table and look at Zhao Huayang.

"Two quarters, that's not easy."

"Okay, you said so yourself."

Zhao Huayang stood up first, straightened the hem of his suit, and greeted other shareholders.

"Now that we've finished discussing this, I'll be leaving first. Everyone, please take your time with the meeting."

The person who presided over the meeting had not left yet, but he left first. Xun Sheng was not annoyed and nodded lightly.

Their conflict existed when their father was still in the company, and this little difficulty was just Zhao Huayang showing mercy.

"The meeting is adjourned."

He picked up the folder on the table and turned to look at Xia Cheng who had been standing next to him. It was obviously the first time she had seen such a serious scene. She seemed to have forgotten to breathe and looked at him with her big dark eyes.

Seeing that he had already walked out the door, Xia Cheng finally realized what was happening and followed his steps, squeezing in before the elevator door closed.

Xun Sheng pressed the door-opening button and moved to the side.

This is the dedicated elevator for the 18th floor. There are only two of them in the elevator at the moment. Xun Sheng lowered his head and glanced at Xia Cheng.

"I thought you would turn off the air conditioner."

Xia Cheng's body swayed, she covered her mouth, and prepared to rush out before the elevator door closed.

But before she could do that, Xun Sheng quickly grabbed her arm.

"The elevator doesn't react that quickly. You'll get your hand caught like that."

Xia Cheng had no choice but to give up.

She stood beside Xun Sheng and suddenly remembered that as a secretary, this was not her job at all.

Xun Sheng was teasing her!

But why? At the board meeting just now, Xun Sheng's face remained gloomy. Xia Cheng stared at the back of his head, already spinning in circles in anxiety.

Two quarters is no easy task considering the overall industry downturn.

However, for Xia Cheng, who had only been working for five days, this was not a problem she should worry about. The more difficult it was, the more it should be handed over to capable people.

Why is she so anxious?

The elevator dinged and reached the 18th floor. The metal door opened automatically. Han Wenya heard the noise and jumped up as if ejected, rushing in front of Xun Sheng and Xia Cheng.

"You go first." Xun Sheng nodded to the workman. Xia Cheng tactfully made room for the two of them. When she passed by Han Wenya, she felt the woman's sharp gaze scrutinizing her from head to toe.

The air-conditioned room seemed even colder.

Han Wenya's nude high heels followed Xun Sheng's brown leather shoes into the office. The heavy wooden door was closed, blocking out the sound of their conversation.

Han Wenya was a little excited. In the past, she would pay special attention to the distance between them at work. It was a distance closer than colleagues but farther than friends. But now she crossed the line and wanted to get closer, questioning at close range.

"Why didn't you take me to the board meeting? I always accompanied you to the board meetings!"

Xun Sheng did not distance himself from the two of them. The scent of Han Wenya's high-profile perfume hit him. It was probably very expensive and not the smell of cheap essence, but Xun Sheng still held his breath slightly.

"She needs to learn."

“You can learn from me!”

"As far as I know, you didn't teach her anything."

"Xia Cheng complained to you?"

Xun Sheng smiled, did not answer, turned around and sat back in his CEO chair.

The chair was very elastic, and he leaned back habitually with an arrogant posture, and his neatly groomed hair did not fall down even with the slightest scratch.

The collar of the expensive white shirt was buttoned all the way to the neck, tightly covering the sturdy body. On the collar was a protruding Adam's apple, an ascetic temptation.

Some people just sit there, leaving room for imagination.

Han Wenya swallowed subconsciously.

If Xia Cheng really complained, and he took Xia Cheng with him, it would mean that he had feelings for Xia Cheng or that their relationship was different. If he didn't complain, but he still cared about Xia Cheng, then things would be even worse than Han Wenya wanted.

Xia Cheng is beautiful, youthful and gorgeous. Even she, who sometimes sits next to Xia Cheng, can't help but observe Xia Cheng's face. There is not a single wrinkle there, and even when she smiles, her face is full of collagen.

Han Wenya instinctively sensed the crisis.

"I was too busy the past few days and didn't have time to guide the newcomers. Besides, Xia Cheng just arrived, so I have to start from the basics."

Seeing that Xun Sheng still didn't speak, Han Wenya continued to add.

"What do you want me to teach her?"

Xun Sheng's voice is almost gorgeous and full of intriguing emotions.

"She's young and inexperienced, so you should teach her what you've learned over the years."

In front of Xun Sheng, Han Wenya tried her best to suppress the displeasure in her heart, and raised a pleasing smile at the corner of her mouth. Even though she was almost thirty years old, she was still beautiful, but with more charm and femininity.

"Got it, Mr. Xun. I was abrupt just now. I will teach her a lesson."

After leaving the office, Han Wenya still maintained a decent smile. Xia Cheng couldn't tell what she and Xun Sheng talked about, so she could only lower her head and send a message to Xun Sheng.

"What did you talk about?"