Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 162: A Very Pleasant Chat_1

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: A Very Pleasant Chat_1

"I’m generally satisfied with this proposal," Wei Moran said lightly. "If there’s anything to be changed, we can communicate that separately."

It took an hour.

At the end of the talk, Wei Moran flashed a shallow smile.

"Then we won’t disturb you any longer. Feel free to contact us anytime!" Sun Xiangdong quickly returned the smile, understanding the cue to rise and take his leave.

Before leaving, Wei Xuelian shook hands with the father and son.

The beauty’s hand was as soft as jade, boneless and smooth as grease.

With just a gentle grip, Sun Yiran felt his heartstrings stir.

"For a first meeting, my performance was impeccable. This marks an excellent start, and there will be plenty of opportunities for further contact! Even if she’s a lady of high society, once conquered by me, she’ll become my woman! And then, our Sun Family will skyrocket to success!" Sun Yiran couldn’t help but fantasize.

After the father and son had left,

Wei Moran’s dignified and majestic demeanor vanished, and she lazily sprawled on the sofa, draping her snow-white legs over the armrest.

"That was really tiring!"

"Didn’t you find it amusing?" Min chuckled, then scolded, "You’ve also studied etiquette for years. Why do you behave like this when no one else is around?"

"I’m tired," Wei Moran whined coquettishly, deflecting Min’s reproach. She picked up the proposal booklet, flipping through it, her eyes twinkling, "The proposal is indeed good..."

"Shame the person is a scumbag!"

Once outside Mingzhu Tower, Sun Xiangdong walked with a triumphant air, convinced of his impending success.

Sun Yiran also felt great, asking his father, "Dad, how did I do today?"

"Haha, wonderful, my boy! You’re a natural-born businessman. Your performance today was exceptional," Sun Xiangdong praised without restraint.

Sun Yiran was smugly pleased.

This time, the Sun Family spared no expense for the collaboration, not seeking profit, only cooperation!

In Sun Xiangdong’s eyes gleamed a hint of satisfaction, even as the other deal was being swiftly pursued.

That Bai Xiaosheng, daring to trouble three generations of their family—let him await doom!

"Yiran, tonight, don’t go anywhere. I’ll take you to meet an uncle," Sun Xiangdong said, patting his son on the shoulder.

This time, since it was about getting his son some justice, it was natural to let him know in advance and bask in the excitement.

"Okay," Sun Yiran nodded.

At that moment, in Teles Square,

Bai Xiaosheng was bored out of his mind, sitting in his office.

With less than a month until the opening, the date loomed closer, and it should’ve been a time of bustling activity and readiness.

Yet, Bai Xiaosheng felt idle.

The project’s work progress was already 20 days ahead of schedule.

What did that mean?

Apart from specialized tasks that required last-minute confirmation, there was virtually nothing left for the project team to do.

The custom stage materials needed for the opening ceremony were arriving, and they planned to have the construction crew start the setup in the next couple of days.

Now, even Wang Ye had nothing much to do, often emphasizing trivial matters in meetings.

"It’s so boring when it’s too quiet. Assistant Qian, you’re taking a break, and I’m waiting for you to pick a fight," Bai Xiaosheng complained as he lay on his desk, feeling like he was killing time.

If Assistant Qian came looking for trouble, and if it was done well, Bai Xiaosheng could make a small profit. Though little, grasshopper meat was still meat, and it was better than nothing.

But this week, Assistant Qian was unprecedentedly well-behaved, not running around or causing trouble!

Bai Xiaosheng kind of missed the old Qian, though Qian had his own woes, treated like an enemy on the project site, his life wasn’t easy.

"If Assistant Qian isn’t coming, are you keeping quiet too, Wang? Come on, draw your sword! Otherwise, what’s the point of you being on-site?" Bai Xiaosheng mumbled to himself, scratching his face, "Strike quickly, I’m waiting to level up in the rankings!"

Bai Xiaosheng was like a complaining housewife waiting for rice to cook.

His current score was two points, and he needed ninety-eight more to level up to the position of vice-general manager.

The wait is endless.

At this moment.

In Vice General Manager Wang Ye’s office.

Assistant Qian was also bored to death, patiently watching Wang Ye practice Chinese calligraphy.

Too idle!

He had been with Wang Ye for many years and had experienced countless project openings, but he had never experienced anything like this—

Less than a month before the opening, the leader was so idle that he was practicing calligraphy!

The reason was that the work progress was far ahead of schedule, and whenever any problems arose, the managers below would persevere, figuring out ways to solve them by themselves and refusing to bother the deputy project leader, Bai Xiaosheng, let alone the head project leader, Wang Ye.

That was indeed worry-free.

Since when had these people become so terrifyingly efficient and responsible? Assistant Qian had no idea, but he was crystal clear about who played a role in this.

Recalling the information he had gathered these days about Bai Xiaosheng’s various deeds, Assistant Qian was also alarmed.

If he wasn’t rolling up his bedding and running away, he was going crazy. This Bai Xiaosheng was simply a huge curse!

If it hadn’t been for following Mrs. Wang and receiving her instructions, even if it killed me, I wouldn’t want to mess with such a person! Assistant Qian felt a shiver in his heart.

However—

Since the leader wanted to take care of him and had come down personally, no matter how capable Bai Xiaosheng was, how could he create waves against Mrs. Wang given the power difference?

Assistant Qian sneered.

Just that, why did Mrs. Wang consistently ignore Bai Xiaosheng, not showing any indication of drawing her sword even after so many days?

This wasn’t Mrs. Wang’s personality!

Even though Assistant Qian was cunning and shrewd, he couldn’t fathom Vice General Manager Wang Ye’s thoughts at the moment.

"Qian, what do you think of my calligraphy?" Wang Ye held his brush, scrutinizing his work, then asked casually.

"Excellent!"

Assistant Qian quickly returned to his senses, praised first, and then looked at the character.

The strokes were as sharp as knives and swords.

Yet it was the character—"Endure."

Endure?

Assistant Qian was stunned. What was Vice General Manager Wang Ye doing writing this character?

Was he the one to endure, or was he telling me to endure? If he’s planning to endure, then why come to the project at all?

Assistant Qian couldn’t comprehend it.

"A blade hanging over the heart, tormenting constantly, isn’t it?" Wang Ye glanced at Assistant Qian and said with a smile, then his voice turned cold, "Killing someone should strike at the heart, like striking a snake at the vital seven-inch mark. No need for repeated strikes, one should suffice, to utterly suppress them, never to rise again!"

After speaking, Wang Ye tossed the brush aside and walked leisurely to the side.

Assistant Qian couldn’t help but swallow.

The more he looked at the character, the more astonishing it became, with a faint murderous intent. Mulling over the words of Wang Ye, he felt a chill run down his spine.

This Bai Xiaosheng was probably going to face serious trouble!

How great a grudge did Vice General Manager Wang Ye have against him...

"Bai Xiaosheng, for the sake of my future, I’m afraid it’s your turn to... truly die once!" Wang Ye sneered coldly.

That evening.

In an obscure yet delicately elegant restaurant, two groups of guests arrived. They each made a few rounds inside the restaurant before entering the same private room together.

Xiangdong Group, Sun Xiangdong.

Century Construction, Wang Ye.

Two key figures met for a secret discussion, talking late into the night, unknown to others.

When the meeting dispersed, both host and guest were in high spirits.