Chapter 40 [Plot Chapter] President Ying
Ying Shixue looked at him. His eyes were long at the corners, and when he looked at people with a smile, they were very captivating, but when he looked up, they were very forceful and intimidatingly cold.
Wang Chengdong felt uneasy under his gaze, and cold sweat gradually soaked his back. He clenched his fist so tightly that Ying Shixue stood up, but did not look at him. Instead, she faced everyone present and said, "Fang Zhi, distribute the notice that was just printed out."
"Please take a close look, everyone. This is a brand new performance evaluation form that has just been developed. I believe that whether you are under pressure in life or want to make a difference, we are all gathered here today. As a manager directly appointed by headquarters, I have the authority to make personnel appointments. This form applies to everyone present, including myself."
"A small test every month, a big test every three months. Those who can't do it are out; those who can..."
Ying Shixue slowly uttered four words: "Double the bonus."
He smiled slightly: "Whether you stay or leave, whether you live a quiet life or rise from the ground, is entirely up to you."
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"The company's morning meeting was at 8:00 AM, Professor Kaiwei's lecture was scheduled for 9:00 AM, the progress of two projects in the east was reviewed at 11:00 AM, a friendly lunch was held with Mr. Yin Feihong and Mr. Jiang Yuanbo at noon, and a meeting with Vice President Lan Wei and his two vice presidents was held at 2:00 PM, followed by a project summary meeting."
Fang Zhi quickly finished reading and closed the folder. Ying Shixue picked up her black padded-shoulder suit from the breakfast table: "What about tonight?"
"After having dinner with Mr. Jiang Shi, I played billiards for an hour with Na Rong, Yi Yu and their group of young masters at the billiards hall. Afterwards, I was going to attend an evening salon. The stylist was already all ready."
Ying Shixue strode out of the apartment door, with Fang Zhi following closely behind.
In the past three months, his appearance has been completely transformed. If he was a bit timid and clueless when he first arrived, now he stands out as a capable and efficient professional.
Even when he video-chatted with his family a few days ago, his mother was surprised that he had really changed so much.
However, when it comes to change, no one can compare to Ying Shixue.
Rather than saying his life is about work, it's more like a production line running at full capacity—precise, cold, and meticulous. Time seems to be measured in seconds, with every limit crammed to its limit, leaving no room for anything else.
At the same time, he juggled his studies and work, handled official duties and provided on-site guidance, and negotiated with various suppliers and partners from different regions and enterprises during lunch and dinner.
"Mr. Ying." "Good morning, Mr. Ying." "Mr. Ying, about yesterday..."
As Ying Shixue walked along, everyone on the road greeted him and stopped to say hello. This was completely different from the cold and indifferent treatment he received when he first arrived. Now, everyone's eyes were full of energy, the lazy atmosphere had disappeared, and they were all sincerely convinced of the new general manager's abilities.
There's no other reason than that the data and benefits are real. On the day the first project was successfully completed, the entire team's bonuses doubled, and their salaries were even raised by one level.
The incentive of real money is unparalleled, and this person is first-rate in both ability and methods. The deep-seated problems accumulated over the past two years were completely eliminated within three months, and the market share has been steadily increasing.
A completely parachuted-in individual with no connections was able to quickly seize control of the company in such a short time, always appearing meticulous, rational, and impeccable in public.
Ying Shixue saw off the business partners who had lunch with her, then glanced at her watch.
Fang Zhi stood beside him. Ying Shixue's suits were mostly made of crisp fabric with shoulder pads, which made him look very composed and charismatic.
At this moment, the cuffs slid down with the movement of his raised arm, revealing the bones on his wrists, which stood out sharply, giving one a frightening feeling that they might break at any moment.
Perhaps it was because he had been working too hard these past few days, Ying Shixue felt a little dizzy at noon, but it was already close to two o'clock, so he gave up the idea of resting and went to meet with Vice President Lan Wei.
As it was nearing the end of the day at four o'clock, Ying Shixue got up to see them off. As she stood up, everything suddenly went black, and she uncontrollably fell backward.
A teacup was knocked over on the table with a loud thud, and liquid dripped down the edge of the table. Both vice presidents were startled, but after a moment Ying Shixue stood up again, casually declined their concern, and politely saw them out.
Ying Shixue recalled the various pieces of information revealed in their conversation and their success rates. Meanwhile, the two vice presidents both thought the same thing: this young master of the Song family was indeed intelligent, but his health was far too poor. Could such a body sustain him until their contracts expired...?
"Mr. Ying," even knowing it was presumptuous of Fang Zhi to speak, "would you like to take a half-hour break...?"
Ying Shixue slowly shook her head, her voice hoarse as she spoke: "Give me the summary meeting data and reports."
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At 7 p.m., Ying Shixue arrived at the billiards hall on time.
This place operates on a VIP membership system, and each new member needs to be recommended by at least two existing members. Sexy ladies and young men in tight, low-waisted jeans giggle, while ball players and waiters in black uniforms stand on either side.
Ying Shixue walked down the corridor to a door, and the person standing to the side opened the door for him. As soon as he entered, he was overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol.
Ying Shixue frowned almost imperceptibly, but quickly smoothed it out and put on a relaxed and cheerful smile again.
The people over there seemed to be fighting something. When they saw Ying Shixue come in, they all stopped and teased, "Young Master Ying is late again."
"We're late, we're late! We've been waiting for ages."
Ying Shixue picked up the wine glass with practiced ease, about to bring it to his lips, but before he could even touch it, he was stopped by Cha Maodian, who looked at him and said, "You think your body isn't healthy enough?"
The people behind him chimed in, "Don't drink anymore, Young Master Ying. We're all brothers, no need for that outsider stuff!"
Ying Shixue readily agreed and put it down. He was completely at ease in this situation, and soon several people surrounded him, chattering away.
It's actually quite easy to understand. People of similar backgrounds tend to group together. The elite have their own social circles.
When Ying Shixue's reputation for being at odds with her elder brother spread, most of these people's hostility dissipated.
Most of the people who come here are second-generation rich kids from various families. Most of them are spoiled by their parents and are pampered at home. Although they are not very capable and simple-minded, they are very well-informed and have a good understanding of local information.
His ability to quickly grasp the key to navigating these relationships was partly due to the help he received from these individuals.
After one round, the opposing team was excited and called for another game.
Ying Shixue shook her head, a rare occurrence for him. It was only then that he noticed how frighteningly pale Ying Shixue's face was under the light.
Cha Maodian tightened his grip on the golf club, tossed it to the person behind him, and pulled him to sit down in the rest booth.
It was only later that Ying Shixue learned that this person was not just an ordinary distant relative, but that their relationship as uncle and nephew was extraordinary. In fact, Xi Bojian should call him cousin.
Cha Maodian took the handkerchief from the waiter, wiped his sweat, and threw it into the trash can: "Young Master, you're too delicate."
This man was handsome, yet he had a roguish and unconventional air about him. He would pronounce those three words as if they were rolling around in his mouth and being warmed up.
Ying Shixue sat in the booth, her eyes closed, trying to calm herself. Her mind seemed to be filled with lead, and her nerves throbbed with a dull pain. Upon hearing this, she simply replied, "I can't compare to Young Master Cha."
Cha Maodian looked at Ying Shixue's icy, jade-like face: "This isn't Fancheng. Liancheng is truly our Xi family's territory. There are some things..."
Before he could finish speaking, a commotion suddenly arose not far away.
"Grab him!" "He's got shady dealings, call your manager!"
A waiter in a black vest was pinned to the ground with his arms pinned back; he was thin and had long bangs.
It was clear that troublemakers frequently caused problems here, and the manager who was called over had already mastered the art of it. No matter what the incident was, he would immediately bow and apologize repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Young Master Yi." He then turned to the waiter and sternly rebuked him: "Li Haobo, apologize now!"
Silence fell.
Li Haobo?
Ying Shixue felt that the name was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a moment due to the pain. Her breath was already a little hot.
Narong became even angrier and raised his arm to step forward. The people behind him, fearing that something bad would happen, hurriedly shouted to stop him. In an instant, there was a commotion as people were pulled and shoved and people were thrown to the ground.
They were all adult men, and if they really fought, it would be quite a commotion. Cha Maodian, who was standing nearby, was already frowning and about to step forward.
Suddenly, with a ripping sound, the button snapped open during the struggle. Li Haobo seemed to be completely enraged, and the force he unleashed was too much for the waiters to control.
As if sensing something in the darkness, Ying Shixue glimpsed through the layers of figures.
On the man's left shoulder, in the same location and of the same size, was a mark that looked exactly like it had been scraped with a knife.
His breathing suddenly quickened, and in the dizzying moment, he heard someone beside him urgently calling out, "Ying Shixue? Ying Shixue?!...
He knows nothing anymore.
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"You recognize this, right?" Xi Bojian smiled and carefully unwrapped the things that were wrapped in layers.
On the white cloth was a metal ring.
The iron ring was ice-cold, indicating that it had been around for some time. The size of the ring was a bit strange; it was too big for a bracelet and too small for a neck ring, making one think of some kind of chain used to fasten young livestock in ancient times.
Ying Shixue's pupils contracted uncontrollably as past memories resurfaced layer by layer: the endless electric shocks and beatings, the cold instruments in her white medical gown and the gleaming needles.
But he remained outwardly calm, even managing to feign a perfectly measured look of confusion: "What is this?"
A night breeze swept across the horizon in the distance. Xi Bojian crossed his arms over his knees, a gesture of absolute confidence: "And what about this one?"
He held two fingers together, pressing against the corner of a torn-off newspaper, and slowly pushed it across the table towards Ying Shixue:
"Love Gathers, Warmth Touches Children's Hearts - Shengan Group Donates to Honghua Welfare Orphanage, Executive President Xi Zongbo and Wang Linjia Attend."
The paper has yellowed with age. In the enlarged photo in the center, two rows of children, dressed in haphazard clothes, are standing with their exposed arms showing signs of malnutrition and thinness. They smile at the camera with fear and reluctance. Xi Zongbo, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, leans on a cane with a kind smile on his face.
Under the table, Ying Shixue pressed down hard on her trembling fingertips, her jaw muscles tense to the extreme.
"This orphanage no longer exists. It unfortunately caught fire at night, and the director died despite all efforts to save him. The children have all been relocated to other places."
"Years have passed and no one has ever inquired about the whereabouts of this remote orphanage. Everything was destroyed in the fire."
He pointed his finger at a child's face: "One of them was named Lin Xue. She was well-behaved and quiet. Between the ages of eight and ten, she moved between seven or eight families, and without exception, she was sent back to the orphanage."
"According to the families who adopted him, he would often go to the rooftop in the middle of the night for no reason, or tear at his own skin and flesh in the closet. After becoming emotionally agitated, he would develop a high fever, which led to more serious memory confusion and mental disorder. For a long time, he needed to be given sedatives every day."
"Until one day he was suddenly taken away and underwent nearly a year of treatment and rehabilitation before returning to the orphanage."
Two months later, a wealthy businessman from Fancheng adopted him, and from then on, he had a new name.
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