After listening to his assistant's report, Gu Jingran's fingers, which were holding the pen, froze in mid-air, and his brows furrowed.
"What do you mean by 'cannot be contacted'? Is she missing? Didn't Meng Zihan report her missing?"
The assistant answered affirmatively on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, Mr. Gu. We've asked around, and Meng Xuejun hasn't shown up for half a month."
“He hasn’t gone back to the company, nor has he gone to his usual card games. I specifically asked someone about it. Meng Xuejun is extremely addicted to cards. He gets itchy if he doesn’t touch a card every day. Even when he didn’t have money, he would still play a few rounds on credit. It’s very abnormal that he has suddenly disappeared for half a month.”
“He doesn’t have a pager or a phone, so we can’t contact him at all. His mahjong partners went to the company to look for Meng Zihan, and she told everyone that her father had gone to Shenzhen to deliver goods and wouldn’t be back for a while.”
Gu Jingran countered, "Shenzhen?"
"Yes. But I checked their company's business records, and all recent orders were transferred through Hongda Factory. The goods were handed over directly in Hong Kong, and there was no business shipped to Shenzhen. Her statement is untenable."
The assistant said with certainty, "So I suspect that Meng Xuejun's disappearance is most likely related to his daughter, Meng Zihan."
Gu Jingran remained silent for a few seconds, narrowed his eyes, and gave the order in a cold voice.
"In that case, go find those card-playing friends who lost money to Meng Xuejun and tell them to go to the police station to report that he has gone missing and they are worried that something might have happened to him. If they are unwilling, give them some money to make the trip."
"Yes, Mr. Gu, I'll take care of it right away."
After hanging up the phone, Gu Jingran slammed his pen on the table and leaned back in his chair, but the coldness on his face did not completely disappear.
He didn't want to waste his time on someone like Meng Zihan, but the flies buzzing around him were really annoying.
The easiest way is to cause her some trouble so she won't have time to bother you anymore.
He quickly put the matter out of his mind, picked up another project document, and focused intently on the densely packed data.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Lijing Hotel, the evening breeze brushed against Meng Zihan's face, carrying a slight chill, but it couldn't dispel the anger in her heart.
Just now, she was politely "invited" out by the hotel security guards.
The other person had a professional smile on their face and spoke gently, but it felt like a slap across her face.
"Miss, if you are not a guest of this establishment, please do not linger here for an extended period of time, as it may disturb other guests."
At that moment, she felt as if everyone's gaze was piercing her like needles, her face burning, and she wished the ground would crack open so she could crawl into it.
How embarrassing!
She told Gu Jingran that she had also booked a room here, but her lie was exposed in the blink of an eye.
The room rate at the Lijing Hotel is outrageously expensive, costing as much as a month's wages for an ordinary worker. Even someone like Director Zhou has to grit his teeth to stay there for one night. Where would she get that kind of spare money?
But a real big boss like Gu Jingran can stay here for weeks without batting an eye.
Thinking of this, Meng Zihan felt a bittersweet feeling, like bitter herbs, that ran from the bottom of her heart all the way to her throat.
On what grounds?
Why should she have to struggle at the bottom and fawn over someone like Director Zhou with a smile?
Why is it that Ye Linchen can find a rich husband like Gu Jingran?
She looked up and stared intently at the towering hotel building, at the rows of lit windows, a fierce, defiant glint in her eyes.
Director Zhou said that Gu Jingran can stay in Gangcheng for a maximum of another month.
One month!
She still has a chance, she must seize it!
Since the hotel wouldn't let her squat, she went to wait downstairs at his company!
As long as he's still in Hong Kong, she refuses to believe she won't even have a chance to bump into him.
She refused to believe that with her young and beautiful face and figure, and her noble and elegant temperament, she couldn't win over a man!
Various thoughts raced through Meng Zihan's mind, and her heart, which had been hurt by humiliation, gradually calmed down.
She knew that Gu Jingran was a tough nut to crack, unlike Director Zhou, who could be easily charmed with a few sweet words.
But the tougher the bone, the more flavorful it is once you've chewed it!
She needs to find a different approach; she can't keep pushing forward like this.
and……
Her eyes darted around, and another thought popped into her mind.
She can't put all her eggs in one basket.
If things really don't work out with Gu Jingran, she needs to have a few backup plans for herself.
There are plenty of wealthy bosses in Hong Kong; not everyone can be as difficult to deal with as Gu Jingran.
As for Factory Director Zhou?
Hmph, it's just a stepping stone.
Meng Zihan, a factory manager in a mediocre position in the port city, with a wife and children at home, is not destined to be someone's mistress!
She wants to climb up to a position where everyone has to look up to her!
Thinking of this, a resolute look flashed in her eyes. She hailed a taxi and headed straight for the company.
In the following days, Meng Zihan indeed worked non-stop, like a wound-up toy.
In the morning, she went to Director Zhou's office in high heels and signed several new orders with a smile.
In the afternoon, I went to the lobby of Gu Jingran's office building and sat there for the whole afternoon under the pretext of waiting for someone.
Whether it was bad luck or Gu Jingran simply didn't use the main entrance, she waited for three days straight but didn't even catch a glimpse of him.
Meng Zihan was not discouraged.
As soon as it got dark, she would change into her most fashionable dress, put on exquisite makeup, and head to the busiest dance halls and upscale restaurants in the port city.
She knew that those places were the real arenas of fame and fortune, where bosses congregated.
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