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Chapter 1301 - 898 is also quite familiar

Chapter 1301: 898 is also quite familiar

Those who know how to adapt to the times are the true heroes.

Geng Zhida, the second son of the Geng family, undeniably understands the bigger picture and knows when to advance or retreat.

However, it seems he has no other choice.

After seeing off the two guests, Jiang Chen turned to the person sitting in his executive chair—Tanki Liuli.

"Finished reading?"

Someone like Taoist Duanmu, pure at heart, should engage in dialogues with humanity’s greatest minds.

Which is why Jiang Chen had carefully prepared timeless classics for her, destined to be passed down through human civilization. Today’s choice was "Crime and Punishment," the entire text—all 430,000 words.

Jiang Chen was well aware of her extraordinary intelligence, but if her reading speed were truly that impressive, the upcoming book list might require some strategic adjustments.

World classics might lack sufficient word count. Should he prepare some of Shenzhou’s famed web novels for Taoist Duanmu? Many run into millions, some even reaching the mind-boggling tens of millions—surely enough to satisfy her appetite for reading.

The downside, though, is that web novels, compared to literary classics, can be wildly inconsistent in quality, ranging from brilliant gems to utter trash. With Taoist Duanmu’s unblemished mind, there’s the worry she might be led astray.

Jiang Chen thought she’d only shift her attention after finishing the book. To his surprise, Tanki Liuli unexpectedly shook her head.

Not finished reading? Then why was she staring at him and the guests?

Jiang Chen was genuinely puzzled.

He had thoughtfully prepared the book to keep her entertained and avoid boredom, but he’d overlooked one key point.

The power of books was beyond imagination.

"Within books lies a golden house, within books lies beauty like jade."

Sometimes, tiny and narrow-minded individuals are incapable of grasping the world’s vast expanse, and that’s where books come in.

Although Taoist Duanmu seemed to stay confined within the office every day, away from social interactions, in actuality, the words on the pages were invisibly expanding her breadth of knowledge at an exponential rate.

Of course.

Puzzled or not, Jiang Chen didn’t dwell on it. After all, he had merely been engaged in proper business negotiations earlier, with a clear conscience.

"Let’s go, visit your senior sister’s place."

Although the relationship had already been mended, bringing along the Taoist nun sister still made things feel more secure. No expectations for her to favor logic over kinship, but having a third party ensured a buffer, nonetheless.

Undeniably.

Boss Jiang had become increasingly meticulous and composed in handling affairs.

"Second son of the Geng family, Geng Zhida, stopped by earlier,"

Stepping into Lan Peizhi’s office with the Taoist nun sister, Jiang Chen remarked with a smile, "He’s not quite how I imagined."

"How so?"

"He gave me the impression of an utterly harmless, frightened child."

Such an assessment of the Geng family’s second son.

What audacity.

But society is, after all, a pyramid.

Even the most unreachable heights have someone looking down from above.

"Then it means his purpose for coming here has already been fulfilled."

With that, Lan Peizhi tossed over a document.

"Swoosh..." Jiang Chen caught it steadily, glanced down, and began flipping through it. "What’s this?"

"The internal organizational structure of Hengsheng Group, along with the suggested list of departments for elimination."

Jiang Chen looked up.

"I’m not familiar with Hengsheng Group."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen instantly understood—the confidential document had undoubtedly come from Cao Jinse.

This was the advantage of choosing a good business partner.

Saves time and effort.

"Earlier, I also asked Geng Zhida to give me a list of departments worth retaining."

Jiang Chen commented while reviewing the file.

As a leading real estate enterprise, Hengsheng Group’s immense scale was evident; it resembled a gnarled, sprawling tree. Its twisted roots and tangled branches were extensive, which perhaps explained why, despite its massive financial crisis, it hadn’t collapsed entirely.

A trillion-dollar debt hole was indeed terrifying.

Yet if this towering tree were to truly fall, the ensuing dust cloud would ripple across far more than just trillions.

"Are you planning to keep Geng Zhida?"

Conversations between smart people are always quick and efficient.

Jiang Chen scanned through the documents. "Given that Hengsheng Group is the Geng family’s own creation, no one understands it better than they do. To ensure a smooth merger, someone like Geng Zhida would be indispensible."

Lan Peizhi reserved judgment.

Though the Geng family had committed unspeakable deeds and heinous crimes, Jiang Chen’s reasoning held merit.

Acquiring a company doesn’t merely mean throwing money to buy it; the purchase is just the beginning. The true challenge lies in the subsequent stability and operations.

At least for now.

An intermediary is necessary between Great Wall and Hengsheng Group. As for whether to "break the bridge after crossing the river" or "slaughter the donkey after grinding the mill" once Hengsheng is fully integrated, that could be addressed later.

"If his list of departments aligns closely with this one, we might as well give him a chance to redeem himself."

Jiang Chen reviewed a while longer but noticed an omission—or perhaps it hadn’t been marked at all. He didn’t see "Hengsheng Dance Troupe" listed within the suggested restructuring plan.

It’s possible Cao Jinse hadn’t considered this artistic troupe a functional component of Hengsheng Group.

"I’ll take this back and review it thoroughly."

Jiang Chen looked up.

Since it wasn’t listed, he naturally wouldn’t bring it up either.

Turning around, he saw the Taoist nun sister was already seated on the sofa, engrossed in a book.

Without disturbing her, Jiang Chen shifted his gaze back to Lan Peizhi and said with a smile, "I’ll head off now."

And with that, he departed the office, document in hand.

Just as Lan Peizhi was about to focus on her work again, Tanki Liuli, who appeared immersed in her reading, suddenly lifted her head and called out, "Senior sister."

Lan Peizhi glanced over.

Perhaps only when interacting with this little junior sister would Blood Guanyin reveal a touch of female gentleness, however subtle.