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Chapter 408 - 371 Mao Tu

Chapter 408: 371 Mao Tu

Shi Qianxi, carrying several days’ worth of accumulated documents, intended to have her father review them, only to be informed by Secretary Ma that her father was not in the office.

"In a meeting?"

"No, the chairman just went down to see off a guest."

See off a guest?

Shi Qianxi’s eyes flickered, "I see, I’ll wait in the office."

If it were anyone else, they would certainly not be permitted to enter the chairman’s office at will when he was not present.

But Miss Shi was clearly the only exception.

She entered the office as if she owned the place, placed the documents she was holding on the desk, then walked over to the crystal-clear floor-to-ceiling window and looked down.

Downstairs.

There was a big crowd, bustling with activity.

Due to the height, it was impossible to make out the specific appearances of the people below, but the positioning of the crowd allowed for some speculations.

It seemed that her father was seeing off a woman, not the kind with an intense presence of a powerful businesswoman. She wore a duckbill cap, and judging from her attire, she didn’t appear to be very old.

Most high-level managers were in attendance; by contrast, when the city leaders came for inspections before, they hadn’t been treated with such formality.

Without doubt, the woman in the duckbill cap must be the "distinguished guest" who caused her father to alter his schedule at the last minute.

After watching for a while, Shi Qianxi left the window.

About ten minutes later, the office door was pushed open.

"Dad..."

Shi Qianxi, who had been sitting patiently, turned around, only to find that not only her father, but also several directors had walked in.

The words she was about to say got stuck in her throat.

"What is it?"

Shi Zhenhua asked, his face betraying no emotion, giving nothing away.

"There are some documents that need your signature."

Shi Qianxi got to her feet.

Shi Zhenhua glanced at the office desk, "Alright, I know. You can go out now."

"Oh."

Shi Qianxi knew this was not the time for private conversations between father and daughter. She smiled politely at the directors and then obediently walked out of the office.

"Bang." She closed the office door behind her.

Who on earth is it?

So mysterious, Xi Xi.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Miss Shi found it hard to contain her curiosity, but she didn’t dare to eavesdrop. After standing by the door for a while, she didn’t return to her own post, but went somewhere else instead.

"Uncle."

Miss Shi stepped directly into the room—without knocking—to find not just her Uncle Meng Jiye, but another man dressed in a suit, apparently a group employee, with whom her uncle was discussing something.

"Miss."

Upon her entry, the two men immediately stopped their discussion, and the man in the suit quickly stood up, turned, and respectfully greeted her.

"Uncle, you carry on, I’ll come back later."

Ms. Shi, now indeed much more mature, turned around to leave upon seeing the situation.

"Qian Qian, wait a moment."

Meng Jiye called after her, then said to the man in the suit, "You can leave first."

"Yes, Director Meng."

Qiu Zhaobin walked out, and as he passed by Shi Qianxi, he smiled respectfully.

Shi Qianxi only gave him a casual glance.

"Qian Qian, what’s the matter? You seem to be in such a hurry."

After Qiu Zhaobin left, Meng Jiye’s expression was affectionate as he gestured, "Come and sit."

"Uncle, I’ve just seen a lot of people downstairs seeing off a woman, and my dad was there too. Who is she? She must be quite important?"

As she walked over and sat down, Shi Qianxi asked directly, there was no need for beating around the bush with family.

"Take a guess."

"How could I guess that."

Shi Qianxi said, "My dad suddenly ended the trip to Korea to come back; it was for her, right?"

Meng Jiye nodded and sighed, "I’ve already advised your father, but he wouldn’t listen, and now, look, they’ve come directly to us for accountability."

Accountability?

Shi Qianxi frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

Meng Jiye leaned back in the chair, which symbolized wealth and status, with his arms crossed in front of him.

"That’s Miss Cao of the Cao Family, the future heir to Jiuding Group."

The heir to Jiuding?

Shi Qianxi was taken aback and after a pause, ventured, "Is it because of that military project?"

"What else?"

They looked at each other.

Shi Qianxi’s eyes flickered and she fell silent.

"The human world is but a primordial jungle, survival of the fittest, an eternal truth of our tumultuous society, your father, he’s too stubborn."

Meng Jiye shook his head with a sigh, speaking with a sense of deep philosophy.

"Uncle, it’s a market economy now, which values free competition. Jiuding doing this... seems a bit overbearing, doesn’t it?"

Shi Qianxi couldn’t help frowning.

"Overbearing? I don’t think so," Meng Jiye said. "Qian Qian, if you put yourself in their shoes, you’ll understand they’ve been quite polite. Jiuding, from ancient times, has been a symbol of divine power in Shenzhou. Do you know why Jiuding Group dares to use that name? Because they truly control this land. Healthcare, telecommunications, chemicals, energy, real estate, finance, education... their reach is everywhere. Miss Cao coming in person is already giving us plenty of respect. Our Jin Hai and Jiuding are simply not on the same level..."

Although the logic was sound, Shi Qianxi still bristled at the idea of hearing that kind of speech, which seemed to build others up at their own expense.

"Uncle, Jiuding may be huge, but that doesn’t mean they can do whatever they want. Why should they get whatever project they desire without allowing others even a chance to compete?"

Meng Jiye fell silent for a moment.

"If there’s a cliff ahead and someone kindly warns you in advance not to drive forward, do you consider that a threat, and do you think that’s appropriate?"