Rong Zhaonan said calmly, "Since none of them could kill me back then, they should have known this day would come. If you have any questions, have Aheng call me."
There was a knock on the door, "knock knock knock".
Rong Zhaonan hung up the phone and went to open the door.
"Anan, are you still busy?" Ning Bingyu stood at the door, smiling gently, with dark circles under his eyes.
Ning Bingyu no longer exudes the elite aura of a business tycoon he did three days ago.
His shirt collar was unbuttoned at the top two, and his hair was not combed back, hanging down in a somewhat disheveled manner, which added to the feeling of laziness and composure.
Rong Zhaonan glanced at the documents that Ning Bingyu had just printed out: "It was just a phone call. Is Young Master Ning finished with his work?"
Ning Bingyu rubbed his temples wearily, then smiled wryly and waved the document in his hand.
"I'm getting less than five hours of sleep a day. The cargo catalog has just been finalized, and all the ship departure times have been confirmed. Now, please check if there are any issues with the cargo arrival times and pick-up times."
Rong Zhaonan took the thick document and followed Ning Bingyu into another suite in the corridor.
He casually flipped through it, and sure enough, all sorts of "goods" were neatly categorized—
The tonnage of the ship, the international port from which it departs, and the arrival time are all clearly stated.
He glanced at one of the items and suddenly frowned: "You want to ship this item back as parts?"
Ning Bingyu sighed, somewhat helplessly: "These kinds of special aircraft and many of the equipment you want are impossible for the other party to export, so we can only dismantle them..."
Rong Zhaonan raised his hand, signaling him to stop: "Young Master Ning, it was my fault for asking about trade secrets in the corridor. We can discuss it in the conference room later."
Ning Bingyu smiled slightly: "Okay, Anan is very considerate. It's best to be cautious when it comes to trade secrets."
This corridor is full of their people, and metal detectors are used every day to check if anyone has planted listening devices.
No one is allowed to leave the hotel, and they're being so cautious.
Rong Zhaonan led Ning Bingyu into a large suite, which was filled with a strong smell of smoke and tea.
A large group of "business people" were working hard amidst piles of documents and parts drawings, looking like they hadn't slept for eight days and had dark circles under their eyes.
There were also a bunch of people making frantic phone calls demanding data, even arguing, turning a perfectly nice high-end restaurant into a bustling market.
When Rong Zhaonan and Ning Bingyu came in, they would stand up and salute or greet them politely a couple of days ago.
Now, regardless of gender, everyone treats them like air, all with the same attitude—don't touch me, my life force has been drained, if you need anything, burn paper money.
Rong Zhaonan and Ning Bingyu found it somewhat amusing, but they were used to it.
Rong Zhaonan smiled and waved the thick catalog in his hand: "Comrades, we have a task. Mr. Ning has finished organizing the categories. There have been quite a few changes. Thank you for your hard work."
In an instant, the suite fell silent as all eyes turned to them.
The next moment, Rong Zhaonan and Ning Bingyu both felt a tangible sense of oppression.
If Ning Yuan were there, she would surely exclaim, "Ah, what a sense of oppression! This is the resentment of working people that exists in every era!"
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Rongzhai in Beijing
"What! You mean what happened to Xiang Dong? He's being forced to retire? Why?!"
He Su gripped the phone in disbelief and raised her voice, her gentle face instantly contorting in shock!
The person on the other end of the phone said something, and her face turned pale and then red: "No, no... He's about to go to military academy, you can't do this, my Lao Rong..."
"Bang!" Before she could finish speaking, the phone was abruptly cut off by a large hand.
Rong Wenwu's stern and cold face appeared before her: "What do you want to do in my name, He Su?"
Upon seeing this, He Su's heart was instantly gripped tightly.
She knew her husband perfectly well.
Rong Wenwu never used his connections to help his own people gain any personal benefit.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have abandoned their most valued eldest son so readily.
Knowing full well that if Rong Zhaonan were to retire and be demoted at that time, he would likely be retaliated against and killed.
But Rong Wenwu still didn't say a word.
She doesn't care about her son because he's not her own, and she can even use the old man's personality to force Rong Zhao to be sent south.
But Xiangdong is her own son! She absolutely cannot watch her son's future be ruined; her Xiangdong is the future of the Rong family!
He Su bit her lip, her eyes instantly filling with tears, but they didn't fall—
"Old Rong, I married you when I was so young. In all these years, when have I ever used your name to flaunt my marriage to others? Don't you trust me at all?"
The more her eyes welled up with tears, the more heartbroken and helpless she appeared.
Seeing his gentle wife's distressed expression, Rong Wenwu's expression softened.
Over the years, everyone in the compound has said that He Su is beautiful, gentle, and low-key, making her a first-rate wife and a good mother.
In previous years, whenever someone in the compound was in trouble, they would come to He Su for help without hesitation.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, but you have a gentle and mild personality, and you are easily provoked into making disciplinary mistakes!” Rong Wenwu’s tone softened slightly.
Seeing his change in attitude, He Su burst into tears, leaning sadly against his shoulder and sobbing softly.
"Old Rong, Xiangdong is my child, born after a difficult birth. He's only twenty years old. He got his recommendation to military academy through his own hard work, without ever benefiting from our family's connections. Are you going to watch his life be ruined?!"
Rong Wenwu was not moved by his wife's gentleness; instead, his face darkened instantly.
He pushed He Su away, his eyes filled with stern anger—
"If he hadn't done such a despicable and immoral thing, would he have been forced to retire? What kind of mother are you? You've made me lose face in front of my subordinates!"
He Su was so frightened by the scolding that she took a deep breath and retorted, "That nurse from the military hospital was just pregnant and had a miscarriage. It's such a trivial matter of a relationship between a man and a woman. Why should it cost Xiang Dong his future..."
Rong Wenwu, angered by He Su's sophistry, interrupted her.
"What do you mean by a trivial matter? He was just an ordinary soldier who violated regulations by seeking medical treatment during his service, resulting in a woman getting pregnant, and then abandoned her, causing her to miscarry!"
"This is called disregarding organizational discipline and moral depravity. What right does he have to stay in the team?!"
He Su's expression instantly turned awkward: "Old Rong, he's your son..."
Rong Wenwu was furious: "You know he's my son. He's twenty now. Back then, when he committed the crime, you could say he was only ten or so and too young. Zhao Nan retired from the military and was sent to the countryside because of him, so he was also in his early twenties!"
Seeing that her pleas for mercy only earned her a good scolding from her husband, He Su felt increasingly distressed and ashamed.
She seemed unable to continue, her eyes brimming with tears as she clutched her chest and sat down: "You still resent me and Xiang Dong after all!"
Her pale face appeared even more desolate and heartbroken as she murmured—
"But when the Xiang family's child had that accident, Zhao Nan was also at the scene, so no one can say for sure what exactly happened!"
"Back then, Xiang Dong was just a kid around ten years old who idolized his older brother. Even if he had the ability, he wouldn't have had the guts to push that kid from the Xiang family down the stairs!"
Every time she brought up what happened back then, Rong Wenwu's expression would darken with each word she spoke.
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