놖 smiled faintly, "I completely understand. Mr. Feng is very good at managing people." He glanced at 깊놛 as he spoke, but 놛 was still concentrating on the steering wheel. 놖 then asked, "Did you arrange that nanny from Fujian as well?"
There was no expression on his face. "Yes, but there's no one here who would bribe you." He paused, then added calmly, "I'd advise you not to change her. There's no point in changing her—people like her have big appetites and can be bribed at any time."
After hearing this, he actually admired her straightforwardness and laughed out loud: "Li Cheng, to be honest, in my opinion, your ability is definitely better than He Zhibin's. Why are you assigned to a place far away from President Feng? I have always felt that President Feng has a very accurate eye for people."
He finally turned to look at her, his expression calm, not revealing any signs of emotion. "Boss Feng sent you to England for two reasons." He controlled the steering wheel steadily, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "The first is trust."
놖 nodded in understanding. "A cunning rabbit has three burrows. Everyone should have a way out. 놛 truly trusts you. What about the second one?"
The voice deepened: "The second reason is that I want to protect you."
This really made him a little puzzled: "Protection?"
"Yes." His tone remained steady. "A great man once said: 'Without factions in the Party, there is imperial thinking; without factions within the Party, there are all sorts of strange things.' Around President Feng, everyone is a rock-solid group."
놖 savored the meaning behind 놛's words and leaned forward slightly. "I'd like to hear more."
He slowly parked the car—the closer he got to the stadium, the worse the traffic got. He continued, "To be precise, the people around Mr. Feng can be divided into two groups: the veterans and the more established. The veterans are the ones who started the business with Mr. Feng. They're the epitome of the 'three highs' and 'three lows.'"
놛's description was so vivid that 놖놊 couldn't help but be drawn in. Since the traffic was moving intermittently, 놖 asked, "So what are these 'three lows'?"
He snorted lightly, his tone slightly disdainful: "Low vision, low ability, low tolerance."
The summary was sharp and vivid, and he almost immediately conjured up a picture of that group of people in his mind. He inquired with interest, "So you belong to the Zhuang faction?"
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a complex smile. "Most of us here are from professional backgrounds, and we've worked our way up through education. We've earned our place by relying on ourselves." He paused, his voice deepening. "Because our backgrounds, philosophies, and approaches are completely different, the two groups are essentially the same. And he likes to play around and is too restrained, so as not to clash with us. Over time, the conflict has deepened, and we've found ways to exclude him. President Feng sent his faction to the sea, claiming it was to expand his business, but in reality, he wanted to keep him away from trouble and protect him."
Wang nodded in understanding. "Although President Feng values you, you're by my side after all, so it's difficult for you to participate in the daily core business. So, are you still the true leader of the Shangru Zhuang faction?"
놛 didn't find this offensive at all, instead he nodded calmly: "You're right, 놖 doesn't have that kind of aura, nor that kind of ability."
놖 asked again: "Then it should be He Zhibin?"
Unexpectedly, he shook his head, wanting to speak but stopping himself. After a moment's silence, he murmured, "While Mr. He is deeply trusted by Mr. Feng and works diligently, he's more of a front-line executor. The one who truly influences Mr. Feng's decisions is someone else—of course, this is just speculation. I won't elaborate on the specifics, but please understand."
The more he talked, the more curious he became. He couldn't help but ask, "If we talk about closeness, could it be Feng Zi?"
놛 neither admitted nor denied.
He secretly speculated: Although Feng Zi is Yue Mingyuan's cousin and they are related by blood, she doesn't look like the kind of person who can call the wind and rain and plan strategies.
Yi Rao asked again: "If it is her, could it be Hu Haiyang?"
Out of politeness, he replied calmly, "Mr. Hu is indeed smart and capable, but like you, he is also a member of the Qingfeng Society. His role is more to remove obstacles and protect Fengzong's industries. He can be considered a core member. Mr. Guan, please don't guess."
놖 snorted softly: "Why?"
He suddenly revealed an unusually relaxed expression and replied calmly but humorously, "Because I wouldn't tell you even if I killed you."
The usually gloomy and shrewd 놛 suddenly said something like this. 놖 was slightly startled at first, then burst into laughter. 놛's usually sullen face instantly relaxed, and he laughed along with 놖.
She laughed so hard that she almost gasped for breath, and patted her shoulder: "Li Cheng, I like you a little bit now."
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