How could it be wrong?
Being praised by Jiang Ruan in front of Bao Ye, the executives were deeply grateful to Jiang Ruan.
Especially for those who were already executives; their annual incos were already at the top of the industry, and the recognition of their superior’s capabilities made them happier than a raise.
But they could only think about it silently to themselves.
If they just outright agreed with Jiang Ruan, wouldn’t it seem like a setup?
Jiang Ruan indeed hadn’t thought of that. In her eyes, she was the only one praising them, but none of them responded to her.
As ti passed by second by second.
Jiang Ruan couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward.
She could only turn her gaze to Bao Ye.
Bao Ye was a veteran in the business world; he was quite accustod to such situations.
Seeing his sharp brows slightly raise, he leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of leadership.
His voice magnetic and seemingly amused said.
"Yes, President Jiang is, of course, right."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
Why does it feel like this guy is being sarcastic?
But at least he gave her an out, didn’t he?
"President Jiang sees all your hard work and gives you face, but this face is sothing you have to earn yourselves." Bao Ye said indifferently: "We are all smart people here. The better the company does, the better your benefits will be. You shouldn’t need , Bao Ye, to teach you how to do your jobs, right?"
Clearly, this was helping Jiang Ruan assert authority.
The man’s tone was casual, but every word carried weight.
The executives were all as sharp as can be, how could they not understand the aning?
Instantly echoing: "No need, no need, Mr. Bao."
"Rest assured, Mr. Bao, we will definitely fulfill our duties and strive for the company."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Bao, rest assured."
"We will definitely not let President Jiang down."
One by one, they were pledging their loyalty.
Jiang Ruan couldn’t help but sigh quietly as she listened; people who’ve been in the business world for many years are indeed different.
eting over, Bao Ye asked Jiang Ruan to stay behind, saying he had sothing to coordinate with her.
In the office, as soon as the door closed, Jiang Ruan crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, smiling at the man in a suit seated on the sofa: "So, Mr. Bao, what do you still have to coordinate with ?"
Bao Ye feigned indifference: "Is this President Jiang’s hospitality?"
"Busy all day, and there’s not even a glass of water?"
"Is this how President Jiang treats her guests?"
Jiang Ruan pursed her lips, went without a word to get him a glass of water.
Knowing he was a germaphobe, she didn’t even use the teaware, instead, she used a disposable cup for him.
"Do you want cold or warm water?" Jiang Ruan asked patiently.
Just as Bao Ye said with a hint of a smile: "I’ll drink at thirty-six degrees."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
She silently rolled her eyes inwardly.
So he ant warm water.
Of course, Jiang Ruan wasn’t going to grab a thermoter to accurately asure thirty-six degrees for him.
She roughly gauged it and handed him the water.
"Here, drink up."
Bao Ye glanced at it, his thin lips moved slightly.
He hadn’t said anything yet.
Just as Jiang Ruan said: "Don’t expect to feed you, don’t even think about it."
"You’re not a kid anymore."
With that, she directly stuffed the cup into his hand, turned, and sat on the sofa.
Bao Ye: "..."
After sipping the warm water to soothe his throat, Bao Ye said: "To be a good leader, you have to learn to balance grace and power."
"Not everyone is so kind. Not everyone will be grateful just because you’re nice and give them a high salary. You have to make them understand what they are, and why they deserve your pay."
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