50. Appointed to a critical post
"Now is not the time to cry." Chu Xiao lifted Jian Bing's chin with two fingers, touching her hand with foundation. "...Your foundation is smudged."
Jian Bing sobbed and touched her face, her eyes widening in surprise: "I... I used the new luxury cream I bought this morning... It was supposed to be waterproof and wouldn't smudge!"
Chu Xiao's lips twitched: "Is that the point?"
She flicked the foundation off her fingertips and pulled a pack of tissues from her suit pocket. "Do you own any shares?"
"N-nothing..."
"The people we've planted?"
Jian Bing lowered her head, clutching the tissue helplessly: "Dad said... said I don't need to worry about these things..."
Chu Xiao suddenly felt a slight itch in her back molars.
Although she doesn't go to headquarters, she at least placed a middle-level manager from the group who was currying favor with her as the HR director and arranged for her former lackey and college roommate to be the deputy finance director—this original female lead actually became a hands-off boss?
Is this how a proper heir should act?
No wonder Jian's father was increasingly disappointed in Jian Bing. If she were Jian's father, she would probably have revised her will overnight.
Chu Xiao laughed out of anger: "No shares, no informants, and you don't even go to work. Is Miss Jian planning to wait for the shareholders to line up and send you off on your way out?"
Hearing her sister's question, Jian Bing not only showed no remorse, but also gave a vague and affirmative answer: "It's...it's not that I absolutely had to do it..."
“Jian Bing!” Chu Xiao’s voice suddenly turned cold.
Startled by the shout, Jian Bing jerked her head up, her nose still red: "I...I really can't do it. Why don't you do it? I can't handle those old foxes at all..."
Hearing Chu Xiao's series of decisive orders, Jian Bing felt dizzy and lightheaded.
This is only the first step in stabilizing the situation. There will be equity battles and shareholder disputes later on... Just thinking about it makes her scalp tingle.
Looking at her calm and decisive younger sister, Jian Bing suddenly felt like she had found a lifeline.
Her eyes lit up. Wouldn't it be better to let the most capable person take the lead?
Chu Xiao's gaze was piercing: "Have you thought this through?"
She never does anything that doesn't benefit her, and she will never give up what she has already obtained, which is why she has always kept her distance from group affairs.
Jian Bing nodded with a sigh of relief: "I've made up my mind."
Although she lacks ability, she is not without brains.
She could tell that the balance of power had already shifted from the moment her father handed over the real authority to her younger sister.
Now it seems that her younger sister is indeed more suitable for this position. If that's the case, why should she force it?
Jian's father suddenly had an accident, and the original female lead and nominal heir, Jian Bing, was unable to shoulder the responsibility.
In order to quickly stabilize the situation and prevent shareholders from taking the opportunity to seize power and cause the pancake group to change hands, Chu Xiao had no choice but to accept the mission despite his reluctance.
She rubbed her throbbing temples, opened her contacts, and began to personally contact Jane's father's core old subordinates.
"Uncle Zhang, you should already know about Father's situation... The group needs your presence now. Father once said that if anything were to happen to him, he hoped I would temporarily manage the company. All large-scale financial transactions in the coming week must be approved jointly by both of us..."
"Uncle Liang, I propose that we immediately establish a 'Temporary Executive Committee,' with myself, the CFO, and the General Counsel forming the core decision-making body..."
"Aunt Fang, all important orders recently require expedited approval. Please cooperate..."
As the last phone call ended, the indicator light in the emergency room turned from red to green, and medical staff slowly pushed Mr. Jian's hospital bed out and sent him to the special care ward.
Jian Bing followed closely behind, looking at her unconscious father on the hospital bed, and began to sob softly again.
Chu Xiao glanced at the flashing monitoring equipment, turned around and stopped the attending physician, asking about the specific symptoms with a blank expression.
The attending physician, surnamed Qiao, was a member of Jian's father's personal medical team. He was a tall, handsome young man. But judging from his calm gaze, Dr. Qiao was clearly very experienced.
He took off his mask and said calmly, "The rescue was timely, and his vital signs are currently stable, but he is not yet out of danger. There is slight intracranial bleeding, and he needs to be observed for another 48 hours."
Chu Xiao stared at the excessively young doctor, her gaze sharp: "When will he wake up? Will it affect his cognitive abilities?"
Dr. Qiao replied without changing his expression: "It's impossible to say for sure at the moment. Recovery from brain injury varies from person to person. Some patients can regain consciousness in a few days, while others may need several weeks... or even longer."
Hearing the doctor's meticulous wording, with each key word wrapped in buffering words like "possibly" and "observation," Chu Xiao frowned.
Realizing that further questioning would not yield a definite answer, she decisively ended the pointless conversation and instead notified the hospital to suppress the news, dispatching trusted bodyguards to guard the ward, and strictly prohibiting anyone other than herself and Jian Bing from visiting.
After handling the follow-up matters, Chu Xiao left the hospital.
The summer sun was scorching the asphalt road, yet traffic continued to flow and pedestrians hurried along as usual; everything seemed no different from usual.
The driver carefully opened the car door for her, and Chu Xiao stepped in, leaning back in the back seat and closing her eyes to rest.
On the way to the pancake company, the sunlight filtered through the windshield danced on Chu Xiao's fine eyelashes, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in her heart.
Chu Xiao clearly remembered that the scene of Jian's father being in a car accident was not included in the original novel she wrote.
This accident has completely veered off course from the story. Is it simply a butterfly effect? Or...?
If it was an accident, it means the plot is starting to get out of control.
If it were man-made, any potential villains capable of opposing the Jian family would have been sent to Black Continent to reclaim wasteland long ago. Who could stir up trouble now?
Chu Xiao opened her eyes and saw her reflection on the windshield overlapping with the passing street scene. Suddenly, Dr. Qiao's overly calm face flashed in her mind.
She squinted her eyes...
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