"No, we have to leave right now."
Tian Danni didn't even care about her own injury. In her hurry, she almost tripped over the power strips on the floor. Fortunately, Susan came to her rescue in time.
"Don't be so hasty. The shooting isn't over yet."
"General Manager Su is injured. I have to go."
"We can't get the plane tickets right now. Are we supposed to take the train? It would be better to wait patiently for a few days and take a plane instead. Besides, Ahairei can't afford any delay."
Susan tried to persuade her kindly. "If things go wrong, it won't just be a matter of compensating a few thousand dollars. There are plenty of people to take care of General Manager Su. We can't do much even if we go. Just be patient and listen to me."
The anxiety and anger weighing on Tian Danni made her feel helpless.
But what the assistant said made perfect sense, and she couldn't refute it.
"Alright, alright. Sit down and take a rest. I'll call the doctor to treat your wound first. The shooting is almost over. I hope it won't be delayed."
Susan left the lounge with a worried look on her face.
Somehow, Tian Danni seemed to have started to care about Su Minghan, especially after she heard that he was injured just now.
She was even more worried than when she heard about her own injury.
At Bo's Group.
Bo Siming stood in front of the floor - to - ceiling window of his newly - changed office. He held a goblet in one hand, swirling the red wine inside, and casually stuffed the other hand into his trouser pocket, looking every bit the successful businessman.
"I'm sure I'll be able to change my office again before long."
The vice - president's office was right next to Bo Jingyu's.
He dreamed of sitting in that chair.
Since he had become the vice - president, the position of the president should be within easy reach. Now, Bo Siming chose to wait patiently and use retreat as an advance strategy. He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to seize power successfully.
Knock, knock. The door was knocked.
"Come in."
The assistant came in with a stack of documents.
"Vice - president, could you please sign these contracts?"
Bo Siming accepted them gladly. He flipped through a few pages and then signed his name. Just as he was about to stamp the seal, the assistant quickly stopped him.
"Absolutely not, vice - president!"
He frowned slightly in annoyance. "What do you mean?"
"You can only sign but not stamp..." The assistant looked extremely distressed.
"I'm the vice - president! Why can't I?" Bo Siming responded with a cold stare.
"You only have the right to approve, not to execute. After you've reviewed these, I still need to take them to Young Master Bo's office. Only Young Master Bo can decide on stamping."
He let out a disbelieving dry laugh. "What? The right to approve? Who the hell made this rule! I'm the vice - president, not a manager. Get your facts straight!"
The assistant trembled with fear. "Young Master Bo made this rule."
"..."
Bo Siming's anger was like a fire that had not completely burned out but was doused with a bucket of cold water. Not even a spark was left to reignite it.
"Fine."
He picked through the documents and saw a contract marked with Hengshuo Group, which was only about three or four pages thin.
"Can I execute this one?"
Bo Siming remembered this Hengshuo Group. A few months ago, it belonged to the Zhang family, a nouveau - riche family. Now, it had been successfully bought by Bo Jingyu.
This contract was for a commercial building jointly developed with Ahairei. It was still in the development stage, and no logo had been set up yet.
The assistant nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Yes, you can for this one."
When signing, Bo Siming put all his strength into each stroke.
It was as if he was pouring all his anger into the pen tip, using this vulgar and childish act to release the depression in his heart.
"Go right now."
Bo Siming stood up, straightened his tie, and said seriously.
"Now? But your appointment time is almost here."
The assistant looked at the schedule and said respectfully.
"It's just a few dresses. It doesn't matter if I go early or late," he said disdainfully as he opened the door and left. "Besides, it's not me who's getting engaged. Why do I have to dress so formally?"
When they arrived at the downstairs of Hengshuo Group, Bo Siming and his assistant got out of the car.
They had only taken a few steps when they were attracted by the limited - edition sports car in front of them. Bo Siming even stared at it for a long time without looking away.
"Vice... Vice - president, that car..."
They both knew who the owner of the car was.
Bo Siming swallowed hard and pretended to be calm. "Don't make a fuss."
In fact, his heart was filled with astonishment that words could not express.
It was said that the boss of Ahairei had bought out all the limited - edition cars in Yancheng, and these cars rarely appeared in public.
For such a car to be parked so conspicuously in front of an immature group like this today had stolen everyone's attention.
You could easily find today's hot topic on the Internet.
Ding - dong. The elevator door opened.
In the spacious hall not far away, there were seven or eight people standing.
The most eye - catching one was the man standing in the middle.
Bo Siming recognized him. He was the representative of Ahairei who had attended the Juanyi Fashion Show that day, a man who had something to do with Shen Ximan.
"Vice - president! Why are you here?"
Several employees from the marketing department bowed and shook hands obsequiously, with smiles so fake that they almost reached their ears.
"It's so late, and you're all still working. As the newly - appointed vice - president, how can I be lazy?" Bo Siming deliberately emphasized his position.
It was like throwing a grenade among everyone present.
It was obvious that he wanted them to watch their words and deeds and not slack off.
"You're really working hard! Vice - president Bo, let me introduce you. This is the representative from Ahairei. He came here for an inspection today."
Bo Siming put on a professional smile and reached out his hand. "We've met before, Representative Yan. Welcome to inspect the industries under Bo's Group."
"I'm a clean freak. I won't shake hands." Yan Kun coldly refused.
Such an over - bearing attitude made the others present gasp.
No one had ever dared to snub the high - level executives of Bo's Group before. Now, it seemed that only Ahairei had the ability and the courage to do so.
"Hehe, Representative Yan is really unique. You came here alone so late. Why didn't I see your assistant, Miss Wen?"
Bo Siming withdrew his hand and shifted the blame to cover up his embarrassment.
If it weren't for the large number of people present and his concern for his own status, Yan Kun would have punched Bo Siming long ago and made him look for his teeth all over the place. He wouldn't have bothered to play this official game with him for so long.
"She's not feeling well today."
"Really? Your company treats its employees so well. Hearing this, I'm even a bit tempted to go and see." Bo Siming's words were full of innuendo.
Such a blatant attempt at probing seemed like child's play to Yan Kun.
He contemptuously shifted his gaze elsewhere. "Our company only recruits capable employees. A talent like Vice - president Bo might not be able to adapt if he comes."
"Oh? What do you mean by that?"
Yan Kun let out a soft sigh, looking regretful.
"Our employees have to pick impurities from three thousand rolls of raw fabric every day with tweezers and magnifying glasses. As you know, I'm a clean freak, but I'm extremely serious about my work."