52 The Pancake Saga (Part Two)
Within a single day, the online rankings of Huaguo Internet were almost entirely dominated by the Jianbing Group.
First, there were sudden outbreaks of negative trending topics such as #JianbingGroupGutterOil# and #EmployeesPickingButtsAtJianbing#, followed by a series of scandals including #MajorShareholderXieMillionsEmbezzledPublicFundsToRewardFemaleAnchors# and #ChairmanZhaoHoldsSharesInCompetitorFriedChickenGroup#. It was a foregone conclusion that Jianbing Group's stock price would plummet the following day.
At 23:50, on the 72nd floor of the Jianbing Group headquarters, the elevator's "ding" broke the silence of the corridor. Several directors of varying ages, dressed in sharp suits, stepped out of the elevator and entered the conference room with different expressions.
At 23:55, Xie Qianwan rushed into the conference room, panting heavily.
Pushing open the door, one sees only eight people sitting on either side of the rectangular conference table, but each of them has a serious expression and is on high alert.
Xie Qianwan's gaze was involuntarily drawn to Chu Xiao, who was sitting in the main seat.
Chu Xiao stood with her back to the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of countless homes in City A flickering behind her, the backlight casting a silver mask over her silhouette. The half of her face hidden in the shadows blurred her expression, yet it inexplicably made Xie Qianwan's neck hairs stand on end.
This was Xie Qianwan's first meeting with Chu Xiao.
He felt that the newly appointed Junior Manager Jian was just as imposing as Senior Manager Jian.
Thinking of the woman's unexpected counterattack today, Xie Qianwan sighed inwardly.
Some people have probably miscalculated.
Hearing hurried footsteps and the sound of the door opening, Chu Xiao slowly lifted her eyelids, a formulaic smile playing on her lips: "You've arrived? Have a seat."
Xie Qianwan chuckled awkwardly, glanced at his seat nameplate, and stiffly sat down.
He turned to look across the room, where Director Zhao's nameplate was still sitting alone in front of the empty seat, and Xie Qianwan's tense shoulders immediately relaxed.
Luckily, there were people who came even later than him!
At least he wasn't the only one waiting for people of higher status; he wasn't even the most embarrassed one, hahaha!
Thinking that he couldn't find Chairman Zhao anywhere in the parking lot, Xie Qianwan couldn't help but feel a sense of schadenfreude.
The impromptu meeting notice was sent out only one hour in advance, and it was scheduled for midnight. He clearly remembered that Chairman Zhao lived in a villa area on the outskirts of the city; he was probably still rushing around on the road right now.
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In the underground parking lot of the Jianbing Group headquarters, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair was running at full speed.
This person was Zhao Ben, the only director absent from the meeting room.
Zhao Ben sprinted to the elevator at the speed he used to run 800 meters in college.
Like elevators in all high-rise office buildings, the elevators at Jianbing Group are limited. Therefore, although there are sixteen elevators in the elevator lobby, only eight of them go directly to the 72nd floor.
Seeing that all eight elevators were stuck on the 72nd floor, Zhao Ben gasped and quickly pressed the call button for all the elevators.
As the elevator descended at a snail's pace, Zhao Ben cursed inwardly.
There were only nine people who received the last-minute meeting notice. The elevator has a capacity of 24 people. Is it necessary for the first eight people to each take one elevator?
Doesn't anyone think about the people who arrive last?
What a bunch of selfish bastards!
The first elevator they arrived at could only go up to the 60th floor. Zhao Ben glanced at his diamond watch—23:57!
Remembering the notice's special reminder that "according to Article 250 of the Jianbing Group's Articles of Association: those who are late for an emergency board meeting will be deemed to have forfeited their voting rights," he gritted his teeth and entered the elevator with a dark expression.
Reaching the 60th floor, at 11:59 PM, Zhao Ben sprinted up the stairs and finally pushed open the door to the conference room on the 72nd floor at 11:59:59 PM.
Glancing at the wall clock pointing to 23:59:59, Chu Xiao looked at the man in front of her, whose clothes were wrinkled and who was panting, and smiled regretfully: "You're here? Sit down."
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