Once the work reports were over, no one brought up the originally planned reception for middle and senior management and the board members again.
Those few questions from Wang Xiaoliang had put an end to the wining and dining.
That evening, Liu Xinyu called.
"Brother! That blade of yours was sharp today! With the two of us together, who could stand against us?"
Wang Xiaoliang leaned back on the sofa, one leg draped over the armrest. "Xinyu, I'm resigning tomorrow."
The other end went quiet for two seconds. "Stop kidding. This is the best time for you to be a senior executive in the group."
"I mean it." Wang Xiaoliang shifted into a more comfortable position. "Everything you wanted my help with is done. All of Chengyou Labor Service's business has been wrapped up, with no lingering problems and zero risk. Just keep things as they are and serve the tenants well. What a comfortable life, collecting rent. After I resign, let Cui Wanqiu take charge of Chengyou for now. She's basically running the whole thing already."
Liu Xinyu said nothing.
"You need to replace the finance director," Wang Xiaoliang continued. "Not very capable, and under someone else's thumb. Consider Li Yongling. She has integrity, she's sharp, and she isn't rigid."
"We're on the same page. I've wanted a replacement for a long time, and you've helped me make an opening this time. Can you stay?"
"No."
There was a long silence on the other end.
Wang Xiaoliang almost thought the international connection had dropped. "Hello?"
"All right." Liu Xinyu said all right, but kept trying to persuade him. "Whatever you say. Are you really quitting? Come to the group. Pick any position you want. How about you become president, and I step back to board chairman? Would that work?"