Ji Anning suddenly understood, her eyes glistening with emotion.
Qi Helian, oh Qi Helian, your great kindness and virtue, I truly can never repay.
...
Early in the morning, the entire building of J.C seed to be shrouded in a thick haze.
Everywhere, the atmosphere was dead and gloomy.
Ji Chicheng’s tall and upright figure stood at the door of the top managent’s office, his face cold and somber, watching the woman who was walking towards him with a slight smile.
Assistant Wu stood next to him, not daring to make a sound, while other staff in the board office kept their heads down, not daring to even blink.
"Mr. Ji, we et again." The woman walked up to Ji Chicheng and gracefully extended her right hand.
Her white shirt, black pencil skirt, and stockings made her legs look particularly long and flawless, and her fair hand and nails were impeccably smooth.
Having barely closed his eyes for several days and nights, Ji Chicheng did not want to waste too much ti. Looking at the woman’s smiling face, he directly cut to the chase, "Miss Korea, J.C does not intend to hire you as an expatriate employee, nor will we let Charles’s people in."
He was openly targeting Charles.
Korea remained unfazed by his attitude, her smile unchanged. Ji Chicheng did not reach out to shake her hand, and she didn’t seem embarrassed, simply withdrawing her hand naturally.
She said to Ji Chicheng, "Mr. Ji, I have the capability to assist you in developing J.C into a stronger company."
Ji Chicheng coldly lifted one side of his mouth, "Miss Korea, you’re overestimating yourself. I don’t possess the gentlemanly deanor to refrain from being rude to won."
With that, he slightly turned his face and ordered Assistant Wu beside him, "Call security up."
Before Assistant Wu could respond, a familiar voice that Ji Chicheng loathed suddenly ca from outside the door.
"I own ten percent of J.C’s shares. It’s not excessive to arrange a position for my niece at J.C, is it?"
Charles, wearing a white shirt, walked in grandly with his two bodyguards.
His deep blue eyes fixed on Ji Chicheng as soon as he entered, ignoring Ji Chicheng’s attitude, he spoke to himself, "Rember to notify of the next board eting. If I can’t attend, my niece Korea can make any decisions and give any opinions on my behalf."
However, this ti, he wasn’t waiting with the usual amused deanor for Ji Chicheng to lose his temper.
He was very serious, very stern, even sowhat forceful.
Beyond dispute.
"No shareholder of J.C has the right to interfere with J.C’s personnel managent, and no one is an exception."
Ji Chicheng slightly raised his chin, his attitude equally firm.
The cold air was filled with the sll of gunpowder, growing thicker and thicker.
The oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe, and everyone didn’t dare to look, only tuning in with their ears.
Charles laughed coldly, "Young man, don’t be too impulsive. Korea has already entered J.C through the normal procedures, you have no reason to dismiss her."
With that, he suddenly took a long step forward, approached Ji Chicheng, and whispered in his ear with a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, "Ji Mingyue has just taken office and you replace her already, if you are being so autocratic, I don’t mind giving you another reason to make headlines."
Ji Chicheng’s hands clenched into fists tightly.
Without saying anything further, he turned and went back to the office, but his gaze remained just as firm.
"Young Master?"
Assistant Wu followed Ji Chicheng into the office, looking at him confusedly.
This Korea is one of Charles’s people, letting her into the company is like planting a ti bomb.
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