Meng Zihan took out a piece of paper with bank account numbers written on it from her bag and slapped it on Mai Ge's table.
"Help me check this account. I need to know who owns it, all their background information, I need it all."
She added coldly, mimicking how she did in the movie, "Money is not a problem."
Myco picked up the note, glanced at it, and smiled confidently.
“Easy! Don’t worry, Miss, I guarantee I’ll find out everything about this person’s ancestors in less than a week.” He raised his head and changed the subject, “However, there are rules in this business, so you need to pay half of the deposit first.”
Meng Zihan was prepared; she took a thick wad of Hong Kong dollars from her wallet and placed it on the table.
Seeing that Brother Mai had counted the money and put it in his desk, Meng Zihan turned to leave.
She had only taken two steps when she seemed to remember something and turned back.
"Also, keep an eye on someone for me. Here's her photo and company address. I need to know who she meets every day and where she goes. I need to keep an eye on her 24/7!"
She took Linda's photo out of her bag and handed it to Mycroft.
Mycroft took the photo, examined it carefully, and nodded, saying, "We're experts at finding people."
After leaving the private detective agency, Meng Zihan finally felt relieved.
What she needs to do now is go back to the company, keep Linda calm, and not let her see any flaws.
She wanted to keep a close eye on things and see what tricks Linda could pull right under her nose!
When she returned to the company and stepped out of the elevator, she saw Linda standing in the hallway, holding a cup of coffee and talking to someone.
Linda also saw her, a fleeting hint of surprise crossing her face, but she quickly regained her professional smile and greeted her: "President Meng? Didn't you go back to the mainland to visit relatives? Why are you back so soon?"
Looking at her smiling face, Meng Zihan felt it was incredibly hypocritical.
She sneered, becoming even more certain that Linda wished she would never come back.
"I checked the house, everything's fine, nothing's wrong, so I came back early." Meng Zihan raised her chin, putting on the airs of a boss. "The company is about to launch new products, and I won't feel at ease unless I keep an eye on things myself. I came back to see how the preparations for the new products are going."
"It's my pleasure, Mr. Meng, thank you for your hard work."
Linda nodded and followed her silently towards the office.
As soon as she entered, Linda casually asked, "I heard from Xiao Zhang that you checked the accounts this afternoon? Is there... a problem with the accounts?"
It's here!
Meng Zihan's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Linda was testing her.
She suppressed her anger and nervousness, turned around, and gave a cold smile.
"What problem could there be? I was just taking a casual look to see how much money the company made this month."
She walked to the desk, pretending to organize documents, and instructed, "If there's nothing else, could you bring me the samples of this season's new products?"
Seeing Meng Zihan's seemingly profound but actually guileless demeanor, Linda secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought this idiot had really figured something out, but now it seems that Director Zhang was right after all.
This Meng Zihan, besides spending money and putting on airs, has nothing but a brain full of straw; she's very easy to fool.
Thinking of this, Linda looked at Meng Zihan with a hint of sympathy that seemed to creep in.
What a pathetic fool, being sold out and still enthusiastically helping the seller count the money.
Watching Linda's figure disappear through the door, Meng Zihan leaned back in her large executive chair, quite pleased with herself.
I thought Linda was so capable, but she just dismissed me with a few words.
It seems that as long as I maintain the proper demeanor of a boss, these people won't dare to do anything.
Thinking about it this way, Meng Zihan's fear of money laundering subsided considerably.
She even felt that she was fully capable of taking control of the company, finding Linda, the mole, and crushing her underfoot.
To demonstrate her competence, she picked up the phone, pressed the intercom button, and instructed her secretary, "Have the design department bring over all the design drafts for this season's new products. I want to review them personally."
The two designers in charge of this season's main collection were a little apprehensive when they heard that she wanted to see the design drafts.
The two of them, carrying a stack of design drawings, nervously entered Meng Zihan's office.
"Mr. Meng, here is the design draft you requested."
Meng Zihan hummed in agreement, took the book, and pretended to flip through two pages.
To her, the flowing lines and dense French annotations on the drawings were no different from gibberish.
All she could make out was that the skirt was red and the top was green.
They all look pretty good.
"What is your design... concept?"
Meng Zihan spread the blueprints on the table and chose the most profound term to ask a question.
The two designers immediately began to explain at length.
From the architectural lines of the Renaissance period to the deconstructive trends of postmodernism.
Meng Zihan was completely confused, but she put on an expression that said, "I understand and I'm thinking about it deeply."
She nodded from time to time and frowned occasionally, putting on a convincing act.
After they finally finished speaking, Meng Zihan pointed to one of the pictures: "I think the colors in this part could be bolder. And this one... um... the lines aren't sharp enough."
She couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong with it, and could only vaguely offer two suggestions that were least likely to go wrong.
Upon hearing this, the two designers felt a huge weight lifted off their shoulders. Thank goodness, it was just some minor, insignificant suggestions for modification; much better than having to scrap the entire design and start over.
"Yes, Mr. Meng, we'll go back and revise it right away!"
"Alright, you guys go ahead and get busy."
Upon receiving Meng Zihan's order, the two immediately grabbed the blueprints and quickly left the office.
In the following days, Meng Zihan acted out of character.
She neither goes out for afternoon tea nor goes shopping, but instead clocks in at the company on time every day and sits in the office "working" in a proper manner.
She would look at the design drawings for a while, then pick up the financial statements, her brows furrowed, as if she were really studying the company's business.
This really confused Linda.
Did this young lady take the wrong medicine?
Linda, carrying a cup of coffee, repeatedly "passed by" Meng Zihan's office, tentatively asking if something was wrong.
"Mr. Meng, is there a problem with the company?"
"What problems could there be? I'm free right now, so I'll take this opportunity to look into last quarter's profit growth drivers and analyze market trends."
Meng Zihan didn't even look up, her eyes fixed on the report, muttering things she herself couldn't understand.
The more Linda looked at her, the more she felt something was wrong.
Something unusual must be going on!
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