The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 335 - 271

Rong Zhi roughly recognized the woman speaking from behind; she was the one who had previously questioned her rit and capability.

She stopped at the doorway without entering, expressionless, listening to the gossip about her inside.

From doubting her abilities to accusing Ying Cenchuan of favoritism.

Casually pressing her finger joints until they cracked, Rong Zhi lifted her eyes, turned on her heel.

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In the office, Ying Cenchuan was discussing next month’s sales plans with the sales director.

McFerson was also releasing new products next month, coincidentally on the sa day, clearly intentional.

"Revise this plan again, Midnight God, draft the proposal towards the divine angle."

Ying Cenchuan tapped the folder.

Sales director: "Alright, I’ll take it down for modification."

Ying Cenchuan responded, and soon there was a knock on the door; he called out, "Co in."

The office door was pushed open, and a young man walked in slowly.

Seeing him, Ying Cenchuan smiled before speaking, "Little Nine is here, please have a seat."

The sales director saw the siblings had sothing to discuss, greeted Rong Zhi, and quickly left.

Rong Zhi did not sit; she casually put her hands in her pockets and spoke leisurely, "I’d like to propose another chief perfur."

Ying Cenchuan was taken aback, "Why?"

Rong Zhi lowered her gaze slightly, briefly explained the reason.

The office was silent instantly.

Ying Cenchuan pondered as Rong Zhi suggested that over the next few days, she would bring out Han Xiqiao to compete with He Qianqiu for the chief perfur position since He Qianqiu had eyed the chief position for quite so ti.

Also, the R&D director.

Then both sides would compete, and whoever wins will take the position, like Zhao Mi said, strength is most important; she would give them this opportunity.

I’ve laid out the conditions; whether you can achieve it depends on your skills.

Rong Zhi had thought it out clearly, including selecting judges from the R&D and sales departnts, as the sales departnt faces the market directly and understands custor needs well; whether a perfu is good or sells partly depends on them.

After explaining, Rong Zhi waited quietly for Ying Cenchuan’s response.

It was quite a while before he frowned and spoke, "What you proposed is indeed feasible, He Qianqiu indeed... never mind, we’ll do as you said. I’ll inform the planning departnt later; when should the competition be scheduled?"

Rong Zhi: "Tomorrow."

He’s returning ho the day after.

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Upon learning she was to compete with He Qianqiu, Han Xiqiao was montarily stunned, then hugged that thick book tightly, lowered her head without speaking and focused intently.

"Don’t be nervous, you might not necessarily lose."

Rong Zhi had confidence in her teaching abilities, having tutored Chi Cha in advanced math for a while, and that girl achieved a top-three position in the training camp this year.

Han Xiqiao didn’t lift her head, "No way, I can’t embarrass Director Ying."

Rong Zhi was at least a senior mber of the Perfur Association, having graduated from a prestigious school, if Han Xiqiao couldn’t even surpass Zhao Mi under He Qianqiu’s tutelage, it would be outright embarrassing.

For the sake of Rong Zhi and herself, she must strive harder.

Rong Zhi did not attempt further persuasion.

Pressure brings motivation; having that drive is excellent.

She continued her lessons and left the ti to them after finishing.

With half a day left until the competition, Han Xiqiao was extrely tense.

Windsor Yao squeezed her shoulders, "Relax, Zhi Zhi said you can do it, so you definitely can."

Han Xiqiao nodded, focused on the book in her hand, remaining silent.

In the evening, hearing the news, Rong Zhi waved for Windsor Yao to light an incense pill; upon slling the fragrance, Han Xiqiao raised her head intending to ask what was happening but felt faint and passed out.

The effect was akin to anesthetics.

Windsor Yao gave a thumbs-up.

Still impressive is Ying Jiu.

The following morning, Rong Zhi brought a refreshed Han Xiqiao to Ying Family.

The R&D departnt was unusually full, lined up neatly by the door, bowing in greeting upon seeing the young man.

Rong Zhi acknowledged them briefly; it wasn’t long before Ying Cenchuan and the sales director arrived as well.

The site was arranged to resemble a perfurs’ competition setting, with six tables prepared; apart from Han Xiqiao and He Qianqiu, others also joined the competition for chief perfur.

Rong Zhi had no objection; ritocracy ans whoever can satisfy both the R&D and sales departnts is entitled to the chief perfur position.

But—

"I have only one requirent," she said slowly while sitting cross-legged at the judges’ table, "You chose the participants, regardless of who sits there, you can only acknowledge them."

Her slender, cold white fingers faintly pointed towards a direction; following her hand, it was the chief’s office.

He Qianqiu unconsciously straightened, chuckling lightly, "Of course."

She was confident enough to contest for a position that rightfully belonged to her.

Rong Zhi nodded mildly, "Then let’s begin."

For the lay audience, the competition process was dull, Ying Cenchuan glanced twice before averting his gaze, turning to the young man to discuss the RH collaboration.

His tone was friendly, his face full of warmth and smiles.

Busy with her perfu, He Qianqiu glanced sideways, gripping the reagent bottle tighter.

No competition was challenging to her, except that thorn in her heart, the R&D director position.

Despite working diligently at Ying Family for years, developing nearly ten perfus with sales exceeding a million, the R&D departnt ran smoothly under her managent, yet aside from being deputy director, she earned nothing.

Doing so much, she was always preparing dresses for others.

Thinking this way, she stopped her actions and sneaked a glance behind.

Zhao Mi also signed up for this competition; since it was Rong Zhi’s ntee competing, she couldn’t easily admit defeat as He Qianqiu’s ntee.

Catching each other’s eyes amidst the perfu-making gaps, they nodded subtly, reaching a mutual understanding.

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Distractedly twirling a pen, Rong Zhi scribbled a sentence flamboyantly on the docunt, "Let’s go with this."

The sales departnt had provided several versions for the Midnight God proposal.

Rong Zhi reviewed them but remained dissatisfied, opting to do it herself.

Sales director: "Understood, understood."

Other plans had no issues, Rong Zhi skimd through them, then returned the docunts to the sales director.

Ying Cenchuan attempted to take them for a look, but as soon as he reached out, a loud bang sounded from the competition site.

"Boom!"

An explosion sounded in the room.

A cloud of black smoke rose from a table, the person behind it shocked and wondering how the perfu they were handling exploded.

At the sa ti, an indescribable stench spread in the air.

Rong Zhi decisively instructed, "Get the fire extinguisher."

Imdiately soone ran to handle the situation, as she approached the area, glancing down at the blackened table, frowning as she asked, "What happened?"

Han Xiqiao was evidently unaware, her hands still poised to reach for the perfu, speaking softly, "I don’t know..."

She had just put the ingredients in, not yet mixed when the perfu suddenly exploded.

Rong Zhi’s gaze swept over her bleeding palm, pulling her out of danger, "Go attend to your wound first."

Han Xiqiao nodded in a daze.