Yan Zhipeng had been run ragged by the company's troubles lately. The quality inspectors had yet to reach a conclusion, and now the audit bureau had launched a surprise inspection of the accounts.
It was not as though this had never happened before, but usually, a meal and a few gifts were enough to make it all go away.
But the people who came this time were utterly incorruptible. Never mind greasing their palms-even his attempts to strike up a conversation were completely ignored.
Everyone at the company was on edge. Every day, Yan Zhipeng tried every means he could think of to tap his connections for information, but those people ate his meals and accepted his gifts without letting a single thing slip.
His assistant seethed. "Those old bastards! Aren't they afraid they'll choke on it all?"
His face flushed red from drinking, Yan Zhipeng stumbled as his assistant helped him into the car. "A man who achieves great things doesn't sweat the small stuff. As long as we get through this, we'll have plenty of chances to get it all back!"
The assistant smiled ingratiatingly. "Yes, General Manager, you're absolutely right!"
"All right, let's head back."
The driver drove to the Yan family home. Yan Zhipeng pushed away his assistant's helping hand, gave him a few instructions, and walked inside despite his dizziness.
Passing Yan Zhen's bedroom, he saw that the lights were still blazing. Anger flared out of nowhere, and he pushed the door open without a second thought, loudly berating him.
"You're still awake at this hour? All you do is play games and run around with those good-for-nothing friends! Don't you have any idea how terrible your grades are?!"
If he had not spent a fortune pulling strings back then, those lousy grades would not