Xie Hui paid for his own farewell banquet. He knew perfectly well that Wang Xiaoliang would never use company funds for it.
A dozen or so dishes covered the table, and three bottles of baijiu had been opened. He stood with his glass, toasted Wang Xiaoliang first, then went around toasting everyone else.
His happiness was real, and so was his reluctance to leave.
He drank quite a lot and grew more talkative.
Luo Bisheng poured him a drink. He patted Luo Bisheng on the shoulder and called him his brother. Luo Bisheng answered with a smile and filled his glass again.
When the gathering broke up, Xie Hui stood at the entrance and looked toward Chengyou, lingering for a good while.
He had never imagined he would end up at Chengyou back then.
Liu Xinyu had been very blunt with him on the phone.
"Mr. Xie, leave the property management company for now. Young Master Sima is back from burnishing his credentials. Make way for him for the time being."
Xie Hui had gripped his phone without saying a word.
He had worked hard running the property management company for years, multiplying its performance several times over. In the end, the moment the young master returned from overseas, that was that. He was the Second-Largest Shareholder's son, one of their own. There was nothing to be done. Xie Hui had nobody backing him, and the fruits of his labor had been plucked right out of his hands.
He felt wronged.
But he did not make a scene.
At Chengyou, he felt even more wronged.
Gu Junhao gave him the title of vice president, assigned him a driver, arranged an office, and paid every penny of his compensation.
There was just no work to do.
One day.
Two days.
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