Zhao Xiaoyue was wearing her usual sportswear today, along with her usual durable sneakers. Her long hair was simply held in place with a hairpin.
Hou Taotao pressed the elevator button, and Zhao Xiaoyue, along with the second to tenth brothers, all entered the elevator.
The group exchanged glances, wondering why the leader seemed so menacing today.
Standing together, we all feel so much pressure!
There was also a slightly eerie feeling.
Hou Taotao, Chen Jinghuai, Liang Cheng, and Geng Qiusheng were alright, but the others subconsciously lowered their breathing.
The tenth brother is a foodie, and his greatest strength is that he has a photographic memory. He is also timid, extremely timid.
He felt like he was standing in a mass grave in the middle of the night, sweat pouring down his forehead.
The faces of several people were reflected on the gleaming elevator wall.
bite--
The elevator doors opened, and Zhao Xiaoyue stepped towards the martial arts arena. Lao Shi breathed a huge sigh of relief.
The person at the helm right now has a truly intimidating aura.
Old Nine whispered to himself, "Is that all you're good for? The captain won't eat you."
Tenth Brother: "I'm scared!"
Old Nine ignored everyone and followed them straight ahead.
The arena has seats arranged in a semi-circle. Right now, the whole place is bustling and noisy, like entering a chicken and duck market. The clucking of hundreds or thousands of ducks and chickens is mixed together, making my head hurt.
Of course, there are also people who quietly wait for them to take the helm, but they are a minority. They are basically the audience members who beat up Yu Muqi last time.
Hou Taotao frowned. "Seventh Brother, didn't you tell them who to come here to hand over today?"
Yu Muqi: "I said, the exact words of the notification were, 'The captain wants to see you!'"
"A show of force, do you understand?"
Zhao Xiaoyue cracked her knuckles. "Speak less."
The group fell silent.
The moment the gilded gate was pushed open, the martial arts arena seemed to freeze, and everyone turned to look at the entrance.
Zhao Xiaoyue walked to her designated spot without changing her expression, enduring the "stares."
Hou Taotao pulled out a chair made of chicken wing wood, and Zhao Xiaoyue sat down, her posture casual and unrestrained.
With one arm casually draped over the armrest, he glanced down at everyone below, seemingly arrogant, but inwardly filled with sorrow.
Back then, I wonder which thread she didn't connect properly.
How come he, who prides himself on being clever and has a knack for it, couldn't see the old man Pu's top-notch open scheme?
Look at this group of thuggish subordinates below, each of them radiating resentment.
It doesn't have wings. If it did, it would probably have flown into the sky by now.
Her head is throbbing right now.
What can we do?
Why--
For a moment, the entire martial arts arena fell silent.
No one was the first to break the silence.
Zhao Xiaoyue seemed to have calmed herself down again.
"Who are Hou Taotao's subordinates? Stand up."
Zhao Xiaoyue adjusted her mindset and made up her mind to rectify the RL Group, which would be done swiftly and decisively with sweeping reforms.
Nearly twenty people stood up one after another.
Zhao Xiaoyue looked them over one by one.
"Who are Chen Jinghuai's subordinates?"
Then another seven or eight people looked at each other and stood up.
There were originally ten people, but after Liu Yong and the vice president got into trouble, only eight of them remained.
Hou Taotao and the others were completely baffled.
"Liang Cheng's subordinates."
A dozen or so people stood up, including several women.
Especially the one in the very middle, with a sexy and hot figure and fashionable clothes, whose gaze kept falling on Liang Cheng.
"Geng Qiusheng's subordinate."
Three or four people stood up, all of them very muscular.
"Yang Zhenzhen".
Ten people stood up.
Zhao Xiaoyue stared at the ten people who had just stood up, her expression one of utter disbelief.
Some people unconsciously curl their pinky fingers, others hold a handkerchief, and still others have manicured nails.
Whether it stings the eyes or not is another matter, but it is definitely an eyesore.
Zhao Xiaoyue leaned forward, "Yu Muqi's subordinate."
More than thirty people stood up this time.
They come in all shapes and sizes, clearly from all walks of life.
Zhao Xiaoyue raised an eyebrow. "Truly worthy of being a gang leader."
The eighth, ninth, and tenth brothers followed Geng Qiusheng, so the three of them basically had no subordinates.
As for those who didn't stand up, they were the subordinates who did.
"Hua Zi, bring the computer."
The cool-looking guy placed the laptop on the table and said, "Take the helm, all set."
After putting the computer away, Hua Zi stood properly behind Zhao Xiaoyue, looking straight ahead and standing at attention.
Zhao Xiaoyue typed away on the computer, and after a short while, a smile appeared on her lips.
"Do you guys think I'm just a figurehead at the helm? Hmm?"
A light, rising "hmm" accompanied by an overwhelming pressure spread out.
Many people shuddered. What did it mean to be at the helm?
Everyone was confused, some people's eyes darted around, while others with strong mental fortitude remained calm and composed.
"My refusal to see you does not mean you can act recklessly and tarnish the reputation of my RL Group!"
"If you want to curry favor with officials, please find another shortcut. What's the point of stepping on my RL Group?"
"We're all veterans of the company, don't we know these basic rules?"
Everyone below was completely at a loss.
"Who colluded with outsiders to stab RL in the back during the first half of the year regarding the sports events they invested in?"
In the first half of the year, the Cheetah Club received a bid for a basketball game.
Although the bid was successful, an unexpected incident occurred during the event: doping was detected in the food provided to the athletes.
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