“Mm.”
Chen Mo looked up at Wang Yang.
“The gift just now was from the company, but I also prepared something of my own to thank President Chen. I hope you won’t mind.”
As Wang Yang spoke, he pulled a red envelope from his pocket and slid it across the desk toward President Chen.
“Hm?”
Chen Mo let out a soft sound of surprise, then saw Wang Yang push the red envelope toward him.
A red envelope?
Judging by its thickness, it was hard to tell exactly how much was inside, but one thing was certain—it was definitely more than the ten-thousand-yuan envelope from last time.
Casually placing his hand over it, Chen Mo subtly gauged the weight and thickness.
Mm, this one probably held tens of thousands.
He couldn’t help but smile, looking at Wang Yang sitting across from him with satisfaction.
“You really didn’t have to. The company gift was already enough, and now you’ve brought something yourself too? That’s too generous.”
“Oh, I almost forgot. I’ve switched to a new kind of coffee recently. It’s quite good—why don’t you give it a try?”
With that, he got up and walked over to the coffee machine, brewed two cups, and brought them back. At the same time, he led Wang Yang over from the desk to the lounge area by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Seeing President Chen’s warm demeanor, Wang Yang finally felt his nerves ease.
He slowly sat down on the sofa by the window, took a sip of the coffee Chen Mo handed him, then placed the cup on the coffee table in front of him.
He took a moment to savor the flavor. Just as President Chen had said, the coffee was indeed better than what he’d had last time.
Chen Mo also sat down across from him and took a sip. As he looked at Wang Yang, he sighed inwardly.
He had almost misunderstood him just now.
Wang Yang really did understand him best. It seemed the renovation work could continue to be entrusted to him.
After all, the more Wang Yang earned, the thicker the red envelopes he brought would be.
“By the way, how’s the renovation for the Gaming Club coming along?”
Chen Mo suddenly remembered that last month, he had asked Yao Beiguo to have Wang Yang handle the club’s renovation. He hadn’t followed up since and wasn’t sure how things were going.
“President Chen, it’s already in the final stages. Just a few more days and it’ll be done. Thank you so much for trusting me with so many renovation projects.”
Wang Yang looked at Chen Mo with sincere gratitude.
Although President Chen didn’t seem much older than him, Wang Yang respected and appreciated him deeply.
All his current success was thanks to the man in front of him.
Without President Chen, he’d probably still be working as a junior design assistant.
“No need to thank me. You’ve done a great job with the renovations—no flaws at all.”
Chen Mo waved it off casually. Though he hadn’t been paying close attention to the renovations lately, he had occasionally asked Li Shen and others about the progress. After all, he was spending money, and if the work was subpar, it would be an insult to him.
But every time he asked, Li Shen and the others gave Wang Yang glowing reviews.
That was why he continued to trust Wang Yang with the work—he was responsible, delivered quality results, and helped him burn through funds efficiently. There was no reason to switch contractors.
And now, there was another important reason: Wang Yang brought him red envelopes.
If he hired someone new, who knew what kind of person they’d turn out to be?
After chatting in the office for a while, the two wrapped up their conversation.
Just as Wang Yang stepped out of the building, he saw Qi Bu walking up to greet him.
“Well? How did it go?” Qi Bu asked eagerly.
“What do you mean?” Wang Yang looked at him, confused.
“I mean, how did President Chen react when you gave him the gifts?”
His reaction?
Wang Yang thought back. President Chen hadn’t shown much of a reaction at the time.
“He didn’t really react much.”
“No reaction? That’s good. At least it means he didn’t dislike the gifts. You should try to learn more about his preferences and tailor your gifts accordingly.”
“But I feel like President Chen really likes red envelopes…”
Wang Yang hesitated before speaking.
After all, it was only after seeing the red envelope that President Chen had become so enthusiastic.
“No way. President Chen is the president of the entire group. Do you really think he cares about money? For someone that successful, money is just numbers. It doesn’t satisfy him anymore. We need to cater to his personal tastes and fulfill his spiritual needs.”
Qi Bu patted Wang Yang on the shoulder with a knowing look, like a seasoned veteran sharing wisdom.
“Come on, let’s head back to the office. You should consider getting your driver’s license soon. Headquarters has already made the decision—once you pass, they’ll assign you a car. A brand-new one. You can pick it out yourself at the dealership, though there will be a budget cap.”
Wang Yang blinked in surprise, then quickly followed behind Qi Bu.
But in his heart, he couldn’t help feeling conflicted. What Supervisor Qi Bu said did make some sense. President Chen was the CEO of the entire group—how could he possibly care about a red envelope worth just a few tens of thousands?
And yet…
President Chen’s reaction just now seemed rather pleased when he saw that red envelope.
……………
Mingri Group,
CEO’s Office.
Chen Mo opened the red envelope and gave it a quick count.
This time, it actually contained a full 50,000 yuan.
Hmm!
This Wang Yang really knew how to handle things. Generous, too.
Chen Mo let out a quiet sigh, then tucked the envelope away, planning to deposit the 50,000 into his personal account at a later time.
With this red envelope added in, his personal assets now totaled 370,000.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
His wealth was growing steadily, and the company’s development was still well within his control.
The next step was to find another money-losing industry to invest in.
After all, the revenue from the games Tianlong and Extreme Survival had surged again.
The existing loss-making ventures could no longer absorb all the income from the mobile games.
To improve the success rate during financial settlements, he definitely needed to increase the number of loss-generating projects.
Knock knock knock!
The office door suddenly rang with a knock, and Tang Qiu pushed it open and walked in.
Seeing her enter, Chen Mo rubbed his temples with a hint of a headache.
Ever since he had her handle the Gaming Club situation last time, he hadn’t assigned her any new tasks.
As a result, Tang Qiu now felt idle again and kept coming to him, hoping he’d give her something to do.
“Is there something you need, Lawyer Tang?”
“President Chen, do you really not know why I’m here?”
Tang Qiu shot a calm glance at the man sitting across from her. She had lost count of how many times she’d come by. Did he really not know her intentions by now?
