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Chapter 1305 - 901 is not acceptable...

Chapter 1305: 901 is not acceptable...

Only by experiencing it firsthand can one truly see the essence.

No matter how the outside world criticizes and loses hope, or how those owners of unfinished buildings scream in despair, at least within Hengsheng, as far as Jiang Chen is concerned, things still appear relatively stable at the moment.

It’s unclear how much these senior executives have collectively dug out from their reserves, but at least they’ve managed to stabilize the grassroots employees.

Grassroots employees are the foundation of a company.

As long as this foundation remains firm, the building won’t collapse so easily.

Therefore, during the meal, Jiang Chen, as the soon-to-be-appointed new owner, continued to affirm and praise the contributions made by Hengsheng’s senior executives during this extraordinary period.

His attitude eased the anxious minds of the executives, who unanimously called their efforts part of their duties—an obligation they could not shirk.

This was not just empty talk.

The precedent set by Boss Geng was displayed vividly for all to see.

If they did not "spend money to avoid calamity," most of these executives might follow in their former boss’s footsteps and find themselves undergoing reform through education.

For a super-company like Hengsheng Group, it can’t simply be viewed as a mere corporation anymore; it is almost akin to a miniature society.

Internal gourmet restaurants, tea lounges, fitness centers, entertainment rooms... all kinds of facilities are fully equipped.

There are even swimming pools and spa centers.

But that was all in the past.

After Geng Zhida took over, he introduced bold cost-cutting measures, shutting down many venues. Even when hosting Jiang Chen and his party, the meal was held in the cafeteria.

After the banquet concluded, with his main purpose for the day’s visit essentially achieved and after becoming somewhat familiar with Hengsheng’s executives, Jiang Chen was about to call the Taoist nun sister to prepare to leave when Geng Zhida suddenly spoke in a low voice: "General Jiang, I’d like to have a private chat with you."

Jiang Chen nodded.

The two left together, entering the elevator.

Geng Zhida pressed the button for the thirty-third floor.

"Ding."

The elevator doors closed.

The height gradually increased.

The cars and pedestrians below shrank into insignificance.

"General Geng, have you visited your father recently?"

Jiang Chen broke the silence, his gaze growing broader with the escalating height.

Caught off guard, Geng Zhida seemed surprised by the sudden mention of such a matter. After a brief pause, he replied, "Of course."

"Your father originally had a chance to turn back. Since you’ve assumed leadership, your achievements have been impressive. Whatever methods you’ve thought of, your father surely could’ve as well. If he hadn’t doubled down on his mistakes, perhaps everything could’ve been salvaged."

Geng Zhida gazed outside the elevator at the city gradually receding below his feet.

"...Everyone understands reason, but acting on it is much harder. A person’s greatest enemy is their inner desires."

At this point.

The Geng Family, already the target of countless accusations and disdain, no longer needed to shy away from discussions.

"With a thousand coins, one desires ten thousand; as an emperor, one dreams of becoming immortal. General Geng, you’re absolutely right—desire has no bounds. If one cannot tighten the reins on their greed, the ultimate outcome is to be devoured by it."

Geng Zhida turned to look at him.

The young man, even younger than him, displayed a calm and collected demeanor.

"Ding."

The elevator stopped ascending.

The doors opened.

"General Jiang, we’re here."

Geng Zhida gathered his thoughts and gestured for Jiang Chen to proceed.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Jiang Chen realized there was something unusual about this floor—not only did Geng Zhida have to swipe a card to access it, but right in front of him stood a metallic security door brimming with futuristic designs.

Geng Zhida approached and raised his hand to the sensor beside the door.

The sensor lit up green.

Only then did the door open, sliding to both sides.

Could it be a treasury?

That doesn’t seem likely.

Some enterprises do indeed have places designed to store cash, but there’s no reason for Geng Zhida to bring him here for a tour.

What’s more, Hengsheng Group has no surplus resources to spare at the moment.

"General Jiang, please enter."

Geng Zhida stepped aside and invited him in.

Jiang Chen maintained an unreadable expression, stepping forward resolutely.

Once both men had entered, the expensively designed security door closed behind them.

The scent of the room’s air quickly informed Jiang Chen this was far from a treasury.

Cash certainly doesn’t smell this seductive.

Before Jiang Chen could speak, Geng Zhida took the initiative to explain, "General Jiang, this is the training and performance venue for our Hengsheng Dance Troupe."

Jiang Chen suddenly understood, instantly recognizing where the alluring fragrance in the air originated.

"General Jiang, last time when I and Captain Bai went to the Great Wall, the timing wasn’t ideal. Today is just right."

This second young master of the Geng Family was indeed an honest man. When Jiang Chen said "next time," it had merely been out of politeness, but evidently, Geng Zhida had taken it to heart.

No wonder he hadn’t invited any of the Great Wall people to join this visit—such thoughtful attention to detail.

The prior occasion in the office, when the Taoist nun sister was present, combined with Bai Jie, the dance troupe’s captain, donning high heels, made for less-than-optimal conditions. But at this moment, alone and unencumbered, Jiang Chen seemingly had no reason to refuse—a perfect opportunity to "unveil the enigmatic charms" of the Hengsheng Dance Troupe that had been so sensationally praised.

"General Jiang, this way."

An entire floor dedicated to the dance troupe’s residence—its sheer size was unimaginable.

Aside from the faintly drifting aroma in the air, up until now Jiang Chen had yet to spot a single dance troupe member, including Captain Bai Jie herself.

Logically speaking.

After Hengsheng encountered trouble, the dance troupe should have been among the "non-essential facilities" that ought to have been eliminated. Yet, for some reason, Geng Zhida had chosen to preserve it.

Perhaps the dance troupe’s members, resilient and undaunted, had sacrificed their own savings to support the company and share in its fortunes and misfortunes, just like the senior executives.

"General Geng, that’s really not necessary."

It wasn’t an act of pretentious morality or feigned righteousness—even though the timing was fortuitous, Boss Jiang was a man of high ethical standards.

Raising a group of women as tools for relaxation might be perfectly acceptable for other businessmen.

But he didn’t seek such indulgence.

"General Jiang, after returning from the Great Wall, Captain Bai has been preparing for this. General Jiang can’t let her down."

Geng Zhida gently persuaded, his tone warm and sincere.

Forget women.

Apparently, men weren’t much different.

Sometimes, the body obeyed far more readily than the lips.

Though he verbally resisted, Jiang Chen nevertheless followed Geng Zhida further in, winding left and right until they arrived at a particular door.

Of course.

It wasn’t about "playing hard to get."

It was just that Geng Zhida’s sincerity made refusal genuinely difficult for someone as composed as him.

"It’s inside."

Outside the room, security was tight, yet inside, it felt wide open.

Not a single door appeared locked; Geng Zhida could effortlessly push them open.

"General Jiang, after you."

At this point, delaying further would be inappropriate. As Jiang Chen stepped through the doorway, he noticed Geng Zhida remained standing at the entrance, opting not to follow him inside.

He turned back.

"General Jiang, I won’t impose."

To Jiang Chen’s surprise, Geng Zhida didn’t plan to accompany him.

With both of them present, Boss Jiang might have been able to maintain his composure, but left alone...

Jiang Chen, his expression grave, immediately interjected, "General Geng, I cannot allow this—"

Geng Zhida acted as though he hadn’t heard a word, the parting door slowly closing in Jiang Chen’s line of sight.