Yang Qingheng looked at his smug expression, but she was not discouraged. Her voice was clear and bright: "I know all the shortcomings of ABS, but what I want to talk about today is not ABS, but a synthetic material of PC and ABS."
Everyone became interested and turned to look at her.
Upon seeing this, Yang Qingheng remained composed and took out a sample she had prepared earlier from her bag: "The new material that Haili has developed is better than PC in both strength and color. Therefore, we can change the original mobile phone design and launch more color options."
Currently, the colors of mobile phones and recorders in China are traditional black and gray. If they could release a light-colored version, it would be a big shock to the public and could become a temporary advantage for the company, allowing them to seize market share from other companies.
Several shareholders slapped their thighs in disbelief: "Is it really that good?"
The person closest to Yang Qingheng couldn't wait to snatch the materials from her hand and start examining them. The others couldn't resist moving closer to check as well.
Finally, still somewhat doubtful, she felt a burning shame as she thought about her earlier mockery.
It seems this newly appointed person really does have some skills.
"The subsequent material testing will be conducted by the company's professionals, and we will also maintain contact with Haili. You can continue to monitor this matter," said Yang Qingheng.
If this material is successful, it means that all the existing materials will need to be replaced, and the material supplier will need to be changed from the original supplier to Haili.
That meddlesome woman!
Mo Ying's face was extremely ugly, and his turbid eyes flashed with a sinister light, as if he were secretly plotting to bite a venomous snake that might pounce at any moment.
It was cold and eerie.
Yang Qingheng was completely unaware, and even if she had seen it, she wouldn't have felt any fear.
There are plenty of people who want to kill her, who does he think he is?
From then on, none of the shareholders dared to neglect her, especially those who were originally on Song Hengjue's side. They wanted to praise her to the skies, and the neutral ones also echoed Yang Qingheng.
Yang Qingheng also noticed the change in their attitudes, and a faint smile flashed in her eyes.
This can be considered a small step in winning people's hearts.
Li Nian's initial teasing turned serious, even somewhat eager, as he stared intently at Yang Qingheng's back.
It's not just a pretty face; it's quite interesting.
Before he could even get close, he felt a gaze that made him feel uneasy. He looked over warily and found himself staring at Song Hengjue.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled, showing no sign of guilt: "President Song, you have good taste."
"Trash." Song Hengjue snorted coldly, his voice too soft for Li Nian to hear, but Yang Qingheng could tell from his expression that it wasn't a nice thing to say.
She strode over, grabbed his forearm, and led him outside: "It's all over, let's eat in the staff cafeteria."
“Okay.” Song Hengjue naturally had no objections. As long as he was with Yang Qingheng, he would laugh even if he had to gnaw on tree bark.
The two walked to the edge of the pool, and Yang Qingheng first took off the ring on her hand and carefully washed every corner between her fingers.
"Gu Yi, the food is pretty good today, leek and egg, you like it, eat more." A woman put most of the food from the lunchbox into Gu Yi's bowl and smiled ingratiatingly.
Gu Yi was satisfied and smiled indulgently: "You should eat more too. After we get married, I'll cook for you. I'll make whatever you want to eat."
The woman blushed, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up: "Gu Yi, you're so good to me."
Stupid woman.
Gu Yi sneered inwardly, his outward gentleness completely absent.
"Let's go eat." Yang Qingheng wiped the water off her hands with a handkerchief and gestured with her chin towards Song Hengjue.
Song Hengjue abruptly looked away from the distance as if he had been electrocuted, instinctively blocking her way, and hesitated, "Let's go home to eat. The food in the cafeteria probably isn't very good."
"It's a good opportunity to check out the food. If you don't like it, eat less. When we get back, I'll have Auntie make you something else delicious," Yang Qingheng said.
Song Hengjue was flustered. He stubbornly grabbed her arm and pulled her outside without saying a word: "My stomach is upset. I want to go back."
Sure enough, Yang Qingheng immediately fell silent when she heard that he was not feeling well. She quickly followed him, worriedly asking, "Did you eat something you shouldn't have and get an upset stomach?"
Song Hengjue mumbled, "Maybe it's because I drank some cold water last night."
"Serves him right." Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth. He had just recovered from his illness and was already torturing himself like this. She thought he was just bored if he didn't torment himself for a day.
Feeling guilty, Song Hengjue let her criticize him without daring to say a word in rebuttal.
Now, Yang Qingheng was even more afraid to let Song Hengjue follow her around, fearing that he might get hurt somewhere, so she went to the company alone in the afternoon.
"Are the people in the HR department not doing anything?" Yang Qingheng looked at the still empty office, her eyes a little cold.
With half the secretary suddenly gone, the work instantly fell into chaos. The few people involved simply couldn't keep up, and often the tasks she assigned to be completed by noon wouldn't be finished until at least the afternoon.
These past two days, several secretaries have started voluntarily working overtime, which is giving her a headache.
"The HR department said that the president's office doesn't need so many people, and they should prioritize other departments, so..." The secretary-general broke out in a cold sweat, full of resentment.
The power struggles among the leaders at the top only exhaust their lowly subordinates.
Yang Qingheng nodded: "I understand. You can go ahead and do your work. Everyone has worked hard these past few days. Overtime pay will be paid as usual. I'll have my assistant send you a personal bonus later."
There was no resentment, only understanding.
The secretary-general was taken aback. He looked up and saw only Yang Qingheng's back, and most of his resentment subsided.
No wonder President Song and this person were able to get together; their work styles are quite similar.
Fang Nan cautiously glanced at Yang Qingheng: "We have a meeting with the shareholders at three o'clock to discuss the location of the new factory."
The HR department isn't arrogant enough to dare disobey Yang Qingheng; it must be some shareholder trying to trip her up.
It was either Mo Ying or one of the shareholders who usually sided with Mo Ying.
He was afraid that Yang Qingheng was still angry and might overturn the table in the conference room later.
After all, this woman never played by the rules, and her eccentric personality frightened him.
“Of course I’ll go.” Yang Qingheng stood up.
Fang Nan inexplicably felt that she was aggressive, and even the wind she brought carried a murderous aura. His heart sank, and he quickly followed her.
I hope this woman doesn't get into a fight with the shareholders in the meeting room.
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