Outside the CEO's office on the 68th floor, a row of bodyguards in black suits had been standing there since early morning.
Today's wonders at Junyi
Several high-ranking executives stormed into the president's office demanding an explanation, but were all dragged out and put into the elevator by bodyguards without any mercy.
Some senior executives seemed to have lost their minds. After being dragged out, they completely disregarded their usual high-and-mighty image and cursed and swore at their parents in front of the employees, displaying a very unsightly and tantrum-like behavior.
Humans are strange creatures who don't learn from their own mistakes. If the parasites from Nan Cen's side branch from a few years ago were still entrenched in the company, they would certainly not be surprised by the current situation.
In comparison, Cen Sen's actions today were somewhat lenient, considering that last time he had his bodyguards throw the person out of the company building.
The last person to visit the president's office was Huang Peng.
Huang Peng's name sounds rather round and rugged at first glance, but he is actually slender, with gentle features and a very stylish appearance.
Approaching sixty, he still looks like a handsome man in his early forties, perfectly matching the praise of being elegant, refined, and cultured.
If he weren't so fussy and liked to talk about life and philosophy before bed, a young woman in her twenties wouldn't be like happy Bao, choosing her father over her son.
"Uncle Huang, please sit down."
Cen Sen politely invited him to sit down, but Huang Peng found it difficult to maintain his usual composed demeanor, as if everything was under his control.
He stood straight, his voice barely concealing its coldness, "I wouldn't dare. I'm afraid Mr. Cen and I are not qualified to have such an uncle-nephew relationship."
"Uncle Huang, what are you saying?" Cen Sen leaned back in his chair and got straight to the point. "If it weren't for Uncle Huang's sake, why would I care about Xiao Feng? Xiao Feng is getting a bit reckless these days. In my opinion, he needs to learn a lesson."
He'd been preparing for some things for too long, and he didn't want to go through any more detours.
Upon hearing this, Huang Peng's pupils suddenly contracted.
Huang Zifeng was Huang Peng's only son. From a young age, he was a reckless and unruly person. He was good at nothing but bad at everything. When he was eighteen, he even fought with his father for a woman, which made the family scandal public.
Unfortunately, the young girl preferred mature and steady men, and rejected him like trash, determined to follow Huang Peng wholeheartedly.
Because of this incident, the already strained relationship between father and son deteriorated further. In recent years, Huang Zifeng has become increasingly reckless in his extravagant lifestyle, and it is no exaggeration to call him a social degenerate who has indulged in all vices.
What did you do to Xiaofeng?
Huang Peng lowered his voice, and it wasn't hard to hear the tension in his words.
He always beat and scolded his good-for-nothing son, but he was the only son who could inherit the "Huang" position. If he hadn't openly disciplined him and secretly spoiled him, Huang Zifeng wouldn't have become such a good-for-nothing.
Cen Sen clasped his hands together and said slowly, "A few days ago I was in Xingcheng and happened to run into Xiao Feng and his friends who had gone too far and were detained by the police. I've already informed the station, so Uncle Huang, there's no need to worry."
These past few days, Huang Peng has been busy dealing with the big moves by the Cen family father and son, and he hasn't had time to care where Huang Zifeng is wandering around. Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't heard from Huang Zifeng for about a week.
Huang Peng knew his own character perfectly well. Last year, three men and three women were ice skating so badly it was unbearable to watch, and it took him a lot of effort to get them out. This time, they've been detained for so long without any movement, so Cen Sen was clearly prepared.
The air fell silent for no apparent reason at that moment.
Huang Peng's tense expression relaxed, and his attitude softened considerably. He first thanked him and then began to reminisce about their old friendship.
“Speaking of which, you and Xiaofeng are like brothers. Back when he was in high school, he always talked about Brother Sen. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Unlike you, he’s a good-for-nothing.”
As he spoke, he shook his head to himself.
Unfortunately, Cen Sen remained calm, as if he hadn't heard anything. He opened a document beside him and pushed the pen, which he had removed the cap from, forward along with it.
“Retirement is a good thing. Uncle Huang will have more time to discipline Xiao Feng in the future.”
Today he was only wearing a tailored dark shirt. When he raised his hand to adjust his collar, the silver square cufflinks on his wrist were faintly visible. Like the new black, white and gray metallic elements in the office, they made him look cold and aloof.
The outcome of this contest was already decided.
Seeing that Cen Sen was completely unmoved by his emotional appeal, Huang Peng's gentle expression froze on his face, then slowly hardened, before disappearing again.
After a long silence, Huang Peng finally took a step forward.
He stared straight at Cen Sen, wrote slowly, and refused to bend his back. He didn't even look at the document when he signed it at the end.
Cen Sen didn't avoid Zhou Jiaheng's gaze. After Zhou Jiaheng confirmed the signature, he said coldly, "Uncle Huang, don't worry. I've booked a table for Xiao Feng at Lanlou Restaurant as a welcome dinner. It's perfect timing for you to go now. I'm too busy at the company to go."
Huang Peng's forehead veins bulged slightly, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly twice before he left the office without saying a word.
Although he never bent over, his back as he left didn't seem as upright as when he came in.
After everyone had gone, Zhou Jiaheng stepped forward and reported to Cen Sen as if nothing had happened: "President Cen, Jinsheng has agreed to transfer the land in the north of Xingcheng, and Chairman Lu has lowered the price by five percentage points. I have already prepared gifts and sent them to Jinsheng. The legal department is working on the contract, and we expect to sign it this week."
Cen Sen nodded.
"This is the revised schedule for this week. Please take a look." Zhou Jiaheng handed over the tablet. "Also, they called from Nanqiao Hutong and asked you and your wife to come over for dinner tonight."
Cen Sen looked at the tablet and nodded again.
For some reason, he suddenly asked, "Is Madam at home?"
Zhou Jiaheng kept his eyes down and his mind focused, "at Bai Cui Tian Hua."
Parkview is a well-known serviced apartment in Beijing. In a place like Beijing where land is extremely valuable, high prices are not surprising. The reason why Parkview has become so well-known is because of the exclusive community culture it has created.
When Bai Cui Tian Hua first opened, there were rumors that the company had very strict requirements for the qualifications of homebuyers and had rejected the purchase requests of many celebrities.
Whether it was true or just a publicity stunt is hard to verify now, but it has indeed been successfully transformed into a gathering place for blockchain bigwigs.
Ji Mingshu's apartment here was a wedding gift from her uncle, Ji Rusong, and it occupies the entire top floor of Bai Cui Tian Hua.
One side features a nearly 20-meter-long, arched panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, while the other side boasts a spacious balcony that resembles a pavilion in the sky, offering an unobstructed view of the southern scenery of the capital.
Ji Mingshu has grown many flowers, plants and saplings on the balcony. Even though she herself doesn't know how to take care of her greenhouse flowers, the flowers, plants and trees she grows have grown wildly and have the appearance of a strange garden, flamboyant and vibrant.
When Cen Sen went downstairs, Ji Mingshu had just finished revising a drawing to a satisfactory standard.
She held the blueprints and admired them repeatedly, wishing she could call Gu Kaiyang and have them immediately hold another banquet, then drag Cen Sen to the scene and make him open his eyes to see just how amazing and divine Miss Ji's true abilities really were.
After admiring it 180 times, Ji Mingshu finally got up, stretched, and stepped over the mess on the floor to fill the bathtub with water.
Living alone doesn't require so many rules, so she specifically placed the bathtub in the sunroom.
Once the water was filled, she casually turned on some music, closed the curtains facing the window, and immersed herself in the warm water.
Downstairs, Cen Sen called Ji Mingshu twice; the calls went through, but no one answered.
Once he got upstairs, he patiently rang the doorbell for another minute, but there was no sound from inside. Only then did he swipe his card to open the door.
The strange thing is that the house is so well soundproofed that it's completely silent outside, but when you open the door, you can hear deafening heavy metal music coming from inside.
Standing at the door, Cen Sen thought for a moment that this young lady Ji Mingshu was so bored in broad daylight that she had to find a bunch of low-IQ creatures to throw a party at home.
After seeing the messy but empty room clearly, he heard a female rapper's frantic, almost delirious singing mixed with music:
"Hey boy, look me!"
"..."
Cen Sen looked in the direction of the sound and saw Ji Mingshu sitting in the middle of a pool full of bubbles, holding a megaphone in one hand and raising the other hand high, making a yo-yo gesture and occasionally raising it upwards.
"Ji Mingshu is a fairy!"
"Fairy! Fairy!"
"A fairy who can bewitch all beings!"
"Fairy! Fairy!"
Although she didn't sing a single line in sync with the beat, she was quite good at creating a lively atmosphere. After singing a line, she would vividly imitate the audience's response.
Cen Sen was forced to watch for thirty seconds.
Just when he thought this deadly passionate rap was over, rapper Ji showed him with his creative talent that it was only the beginning.
"Ji Mingshu is a fairy!"
"Fairy! Fairy!"
"A fairy who will make you submit at her feet!"
"Fairy! Fairy!"
"The fairy you can't sleep with!"
"Fairy! Fairy!"
"Your preference is sniping! Sniping! Skr~!"
The phrase "skr" accompanied the aiming and firing gesture, perfectly concluding the moment, but the air fell into a deathly silence.
Through the glass of the sunroom, Ji Mingshu seemed to see a line written coldly on Cen Sen's face: Oh, I'm asleep.
Chapter 6
The most embarrassing thing in the world is not being caught by a husband you don't know well while having sex in the bathroom, but having to pretend nothing happened and ask him to get your underwear.
This directly led to an unusually quiet journey back to Nanqiao Hutong.
Cen Sen was a little dazed by Ji Mingshu's embarrassment. He wanted to look at a document in the car, but as soon as he opened it, there was a live barrage of comments replaying Ji Mingshu's masterpiece.
As for Ji Mingshu, he was probably too embarrassed to speak, so he kept his eyes closed the whole time and turned his head towards the window.
Upon arriving at Nanqiao Hutong, the two, who had been silent the entire way, inexplicably reverted to their acting instincts, tacitly linking arms and beaming with smiles, just like a loving young couple.
Ji Mingshu, in particular, upon learning that she was coming here, specially wore a plain pink dress that she rarely wore, with light-colored lipstick, and her wavy hair, which she had previously styled as a "bad girl," was now straightened and tied into a docile ponytail, making her look like a virtuous and filial daughter-in-law.
The alley was narrow, and it was difficult to park the car. Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen got out of the car at the intersection and walked in hand in hand.
Zhou Jiaheng followed behind carrying the gifts. After two years, seeing the couple's amazing ability to change their expressions again, he felt a strange sense of warmth.
As they approached the courtyard gate, the sentry opened it and saluted them with an air of righteousness.
"Grandpa, Grandma!"
Ji Mingshu always had a sweet tongue in front of her elders. When she entered the house and saw the family busy setting up a feast in the pavilion, her eyes crinkled with laughter.
When Grandma Cen saw her, she couldn't help but smile, "Oh my, Xiao Shu is here!"
She handed the bowl and chopsticks to Aunt Zhou, wiped her hands carefully, and then held Ji Mingshu's hand, gently patting the back of her hand. "You're in for a treat today. I specially cooked your favorite braised pork ribs!"
"Why are you cooking all by yourself? Let me see," Ji Mingshu said, holding Grandma Cen's hand and looking her up and down with concern. "You've lost weight. It's only been a short time since I last visited you. Are you feeling unwell?"
"Why worry so much? I'm perfectly fine! It's been hot lately, so I've taken off my clothes and look thinner. You young people call it... what's it called, visual effect!"
Grandma Cen spoke with a strong voice and was very energetic, which did not seem like she was unwell. Ji Mingshu breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more at ease.
Ji Mingshu was beautiful, sweet-talking, cheerful and lively from a young age, and was especially good at winning the hearts of the elders in the compound.