Fu Hange went to bed very late that night. She sat alone by the window, gazing at the starless night sky, which was pitch black and made it impossible to see anything clearly. Suddenly, her phone rang. She opened it and saw an unknown text message: Remember to come over tomorrow to handle this matter.
Gu Yuan? How did he get the phone number? Feeling annoyed, she blocked the number, tossed her phone aside, and continued to admire the night view.
It was very late at night.
The next day at eight o'clock, Fu Hange got out of bed, her hair disheveled, and rushed into the bathroom to wash up. After changing into formal attire, she went to the Xu family's residence.
All shareholders had been summoned; only Fu Hange was missing from the meeting. Upon entering, she felt a sense of oppression, which made Fu Hange very uncomfortable. Knowing she was late, she only said perfunctorily, "I'm sorry I'm late, please forgive me."
Xu Haicang looked at his daughter beside him with a face full of pride. His daughter's aura was different just by standing there. Even though she was late, no one dared to blame her.
Xu Haicang quickly smiled and said, "Since you're here, let's begin."
With his smile fading, he opened the documents on the table and handed them to Fu Hange, saying to the shareholders, "I am getting old, and there are many things that I am no longer able to do. Therefore, I am resigning from all my positions at Xu's and handing them over to my daughter, Fu Hange, to manage."
The atmosphere became unusually awkward after the conversation ended, and all the shareholders looked troubled. One of them couldn't help but say, "Mr. Xu, this is not a good idea. Although Miss Xu is your daughter, she has never worked in this field before, let alone has any management experience. How can she lead us to a better future?"
Xu Haicang maintained his gentle tone: "There's no rush. I know Fu Hange's abilities in this area, so there's no need to doubt her professional level. As for managing a company, she is indeed not as good as any of you, so I'll have to trouble you all to take good care of Fu Hange in the future."
Fu Hange, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up: "If you doubt my abilities, you can go to the TV to learn about my work. It's not too late to call me off the stage then. Please don't look at me with prejudice."
The people below fell silent. Fu Hange knew that this did not mean they had submitted to her. She had seen how surprised and then jealous the shareholders were when she mentioned that her work had been on television. She had a feeling that these shareholders would definitely cause her trouble.
Fu Hange hadn't requested a change of office style; the interior was simply decorated, predominantly white, which suited her style. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, she didn't know. She sat in her CEO's chair, leaned back, and propped her head up with her hand, feigning deep thought. Her phone rang; it was another text message from an unknown number: Today is the deadline.
Whether Gu Yuan changed his card number or escaped from the blacklist, he sent her another message.
"Dream on!" she bluntly uttered, then irritably tossed her phone aside.
Fu Hange was already annoyed by the shareholders' meeting, and Gu Yuan's call only made things worse. Fu Hange guessed that Gu Yuan was calling her at this time for only one purpose: to see her as a future competitor.
This is the third time already. As the saying goes, things don't happen more than three times. Fu Hange, we'll see who gives in first. In the dark office, Gu Yuan let out a cold smile.
On her first day in office, Fu Hange arranged everything she needed in the office. Since she didn't have an assistant, she had to do everything herself. However, she was so busy that she didn't even have time to choose an assistant. She was overwhelmed with work. Many documents and files required her signature, and since she had just taken over the company, she also had to handle many procedures. Her workload was much greater than that of an average person.
Finally, noon arrived, and she had a moment to herself. She went into the break room, picked up a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, and leaned against her desk to sip it. But not long after, the elevator doorbell rang, and soon, an unfamiliar face came into view. Fu Hange didn't recognize a single person in this company. The person said, "President Fu, all our old clients have been poached by Mingheng."
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