"Our company has already invested several hundred million in the initial phase of our joint project with Lingyao Group. Months have passed, and we haven't seen any progress at all. Isn't the person in charge being a little too lax?"
Wen Ningcheng discussed the matter with Yan Qingdu on its own merits:
"Lingyao Group may have vast resources and be unlikely to take the money and run, but it's been months without so much as a ripple. Its efficiency really leaves a lot to be desired."
Ye Yizhou, the project lead being called out for taking money without doing any work, silently lowered his head and pretended not to hear.
Yan Qingdu glanced in Ye Yizhou's direction as though by chance before turning to Wen Ningcheng:
"I know. I'll follow up on this project personally. Thank you for your hard work."
Wen Ningcheng's gaze stayed fixed on Yan Qingdu's face. Whenever he dealt with Yan Qingdu, he felt the same helplessness as punching cotton.
He hated how dense Yan Qingdu was!
Wen Ningcheng glanced around the office. With two other people still there, he swallowed what he wanted to say to Yan Qingdu and said, somewhat dejectedly, "I'll get back to work."
"All right," Yan Qingdu said.
As Wen Ningcheng passed the sofa, Ye Yizhou stood up and said, "Take care, Manager Wen."
Wen Ningcheng glanced at Ye Yizhou and gave him a slight nod in acknowledgment, then strode out of the office.
Pei Jiabei tactfully followed him out, closing the office door behind them.
"The door's closed. What are you still looking at?"
Yan Qingdu walked over to Ye Yizhou, followed his gaze toward the closed door, and asked in confusion.
"I'm savoring the memory."
Ye Yizhou sat back down on the sofa. As he sighed appreciatively, he took