In less than an hour, the assistant sent back a document. Fan Hai opened it and skimmed through, the smile on his lips deepening.
Song Xinxue, thirty, unmarried, no boyfriend, a graduate of Pengcheng University. She had previously worked in sales at Treasure Sky City's sales office before transferring to the property concierge department. Her parents lived in her hometown and were ordinary wage earners. Her background was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.
He put down his phone, leaned back on the sofa, and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. A campus beauty who had worked her way up from the bottom and a highly eligible bachelor worth a billion—he knew this script all too well.
Magic City, the headquarters of the Veya Group, a publicly listed cosmetics company.
The atmosphere in the top-floor conference room was tense. Yao Wei, the forty-year-old female CEO, sat at the head of the table, her gaze sweeping over the dozen or so middle managers present.
She wore a sharply tailored black suit, her short hair neat and practical, her makeup flawless. Her commanding presence left those seated before her barely daring to breathe.
"The general manager of our Pengcheng branch has resigned." Yao Wei's voice was quiet, but every word was clear. "You all know why."
"Performance has declined for three consecutive years, and our competitors have eaten away almost all our market share. Now that the position is vacant, which of you is willing to go and revive our Pengcheng business? Will anyone volunteer?"
The conference room was so quiet that the hum of the central air conditioning was audible. Everyone stared down at the table, not daring to look up.
As her words fell, the room instantly sank into dead silence. The executives exchanged glances, then all