In the CEO's office on the top floor of a high-rise building in the center of the imperial capital, a man in a black haute couture suit crossed his legs and looked coldly at the assistant who was reporting to him. His fingers tapped the table rhythmically, his brows furrowed and he looked very impatient, as if he would throw the scalding coffee cup in his hand at the assistant in the next second.

"The land in Dongwan has been acquired by our people. Our people have already investigated it. The tourism industry in that place is relatively developed, but the living environment of the apartments and hotels is very poor. We can build hotels and apartments in Dongwan. As long as our living environment is better than others, tourists will naturally choose to live in the apartments and hotels under our company."

Song Lin gritted his teeth and briefly explained the plan to Qin Younian, who was obviously in a very bad mood. The shirt under his suit jacket was already soaked through with sweat from his back. He was really afraid that Qin Younian would throw the coffee on the table in his face. Disfigurement would be the least of his worries. He was afraid of being killed.

If the salary for this assistant position was not outrageously high, he would not come to this shabby place to suffer such torture even if he had to spend the night with a corpse in a funeral home.

"This is the business plan submitted by the Planning Department. Mr. Qin, if you think there is no problem, I will put it here. If there is any problem, I will take it out and let the Planning Department continue to revise it."

After Song Lin finished speaking, he stood in front of the desk with the project plan, waiting for Qin Younian's criticism. Qin Younian looked at the project plan in Song Lin's hand, his deep eyes showing deep impatience, like the calm before the storm. He stopped tapping the table and said coldly, "Put it down and get out."

"Okay, Mr. Qin, you can call me if you have any instructions."

Song Lin respectfully placed the project plan on Qin Younian's desk. After saying these words respectfully, he turned around and left. He looked very calm and capable throughout the whole process, as if he was not afraid of Qin Younian at all.

But in fact, as soon as he left the office, his legs went limp. He held onto the table outside the office, patted his chest, and murmured in a low voice with a sad face, "Oh my god, I'm so scared. Today's CEO is so scary, even scarier than yesterday. Is Mr. Qin urging me to get married again? Fortunately, I'm still alive."

Song Lin sighed that he was still alive. He looked up and found that many secretaries and department managers in the same office were looking at him and swallowing their saliva. He mouthed, "The president is in a very bad mood now. Don't mess with him."

As a result, the employees who were originally relaxing and watching the drama tensed up and started working diligently, for fear that Qin Younian would find out their mistakes and fire them directly.

Last time, an intern came and she just accidentally bumped into him and got scalded by coffee, but she was fired. She cried for a long time but it was no use. In this group, being scolded by Qin Younian was nothing, but being fired by him would be a matter of life and death.

The salary offered by Qin Younian's comprehensive group that combines real estate, tourism, and commercial buildings is really incomparable to those small companies. Even the salary of the cleaning lady is twice that of the white-collar workers in ordinary companies. Whoever leaves is an idiot, isn't it? It's just a few scoldings, and a few scoldings will cost you tens of thousands of yuan a month in salary. Even if they are scolded to death, they are reluctant to leave. Anyway, whoever is willing to leave can leave.

After Song Lin returned to his desk, he posted a new update in the company group. This company group was not a work group, but a group to analyze Qin Younian's mood. Even the group title was - How is Mr. Qin's mood today? It is conceivable that Qin Younian's temper is really unpredictable.

[How is Mr. Qin feeling today? Matey]

[Song Lin]: All departments please note that President Qin was in a very bad mood today. He kept looking at me while I was reporting, tapped the desk five times, and his face looked very bad and he seemed very impatient. Colleagues who have to report their work today, I wish you good luck and hope you make it out alive. Take care!

[Marketing Manager Rocky]: [A Piao Desperate Flying jpg]

[Marketing Manager Rocky]: I really will thank you! I have to go to the office today to report last month's sales data to Mr. Qin. Mr. Qin is in such a bad mood today. I'm so scared! dT-Tb

[Xiang Yu, Manager of the Finance Department]: Crying T﹏T Oh my god, I hope there won’t be any problems with my financial statements. My God, please hear my prayers!

[Planning Department Manager Linlang]: You tell me, even if Mr. Qin doesn't speak, he has an aura of three meters and a chill that can freeze people to death. Will he be conquered by that woman in the end? I think that any woman would not like him. If she does, just pretend I didn't say anything.

[Marketing Sales Champion Lin Xiao]: Although Mr. Qin is really, really handsome, he is really, really, really scary! Anyway, I don’t dare to like him. I’m afraid that he will tear me into pieces and throw me into his own sea to feed sharks. Scared???

This large group that accommodated all the company employees instantly became excited because of Song Lin's news, but it didn't last long before it became quiet again. The reason was that Song Lin sent a message saying that Qin Younian would watch the surveillance video and asked everyone to take it easy, so they completely quieted down.

In the office, Qin Younian sat at his desk and lit a cigarette. He sat quietly looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyelids were slightly drooping, and there was a melancholy and deliberately suppressed violent emotion in his eyes.

Cigarette ashes fell all over the floor, blending with several burnt cigarette butts on the ground. Qin Younian took a puff of the cigarette between his fingers, and his gloomy eyes looked even more gloomy and terrifying as he puffed out smoke.

A gloomy sound of an incoming phone call made Qin Younian pause slightly. His thoughts were interrupted, and the emotions in his eyes were slowly concealed and turned into calmness. The calmer he was, the more frightening it was.

Qin Younian threw the cigarette between his fingers onto the ground, and crushed the unburned cigarette butt with his polished leather shoes. He then slowly picked up the mobile phone on the table. When he saw the caller ID, impatience flashed in his eyes, but he still answered the call.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

Qin Younian's tone was very cold, as if the person on the other end of the phone was not his biological father, but his enemy, and he was not polite at all.

Old Master Qin was holding a cane made of agarwood, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the coiled horns of a jade dragon on the cane. There was a sense of majesty from a veteran in the battlefield between his brows, and even though his temples were gray, it was impossible to ignore him.

"Is that how you talk to your father?"

When Old Master Qin heard Qin Younian's cold tone, he felt a surge of anger rushing to his head. His tone was filled with anger when he spoke, and his loud voice even scared Butler Zhang who was standing next to him and made him tremble slightly.

"If you have something to say, please say it now. I'm very busy. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

Qin Younian hung up the phone right after he finished saying this, not giving Old Man Qin any chance to speak again. Old Man Qin was so angry that he smashed his phone to the ground and roared:

"This rebellious son! Lao Zhang, send someone to his company, even if you have to kidnap him, you have to bring him back to attend the family dinner! I've already given him enough face by letting him create a company outside! If he dares not to come back, his group can also be abandoned!"

"Master, calm down. I will send someone to the company to invite the second young master back."

Butler Zhang ordered someone to pick up the broken phone and clean it up. He looked at Old Master Qin and said this with some worry. He sighed in his heart. If the old master had agreed to the marriage between the second young master and Miss Yu, would this family be warmer? Alas...

Old Master Qin waved his hand tiredly, motioning him to leave. Butler Zhang bowed and left with his men. In an instant, Old Master Qin was the only one left in the living room. He leaned against the back of the sofa, as if he had aged many years in an instant.

Qin Younian was too much like him when he was young. His second son was always against him. Sometimes he even doubted whether his original decision was wrong. However, no one could answer him.