Chapter 921: Chapter 377: Leaky Down Jacket and Suspect Targets
"Minghui, come to my office for a moment."
Han Lie dialed the company’s internal line, directly reaching Jin Minghui’s desk.
"Alright, President Han, I’ll be over right away!"
Upon receiving the notification, Jin Minghui set aside his work, feeling a combination of confusion and excitement, and headed straight to the president’s office.
Seeing Yue Xiu in the outer office, he nodded politely: "Secretary Yue."
Opening another door, he smiled warmly at Liang Wu: "Assistant Liang, busy? President Han asked me to come over."
Liang Wu nodded sternly, handling the matter professionally, and got up to knock on the last door.
"President Han, Manager Jin is here."
"Please let him in."
Han Lie only looked up when Jin Minghui approached the desk, a slight smile on his face.
"Minghui, have a seat."
Though Jin Minghui was a full six years older than Han Lie, he dared not be negligent, greeting him politely before sitting upright and proper at the desk.
Management is an art.
A grassroots manager with only five employees can get along with subordinates, calling each other brothers, and still be efficient.
But an executive overseeing fifty employees must separate personal from professional matters and maintain the balance.
Han Lie was able to manage the company smoothly, not relying on his stock market skills or personal wealth, but on his solid management skills.
As President Jin’s sole heir, Jin Minghui initially had some arrogance, but now he was genuinely subdued.
"President Han."
After greeting, he remained silent.
"How are you finding the work, are you getting used to it?"
Faced with what seemed like casual chatter, Jin Minghui remained cautious: "Initially, there was some adjustment required, but I’m slowly getting into the swing of things. My colleagues are all experts; I’ve learned a lot."
"Good!"
Han Lie nodded in satisfaction, offered some encouragement, then casually proposed: "Now that things have mostly settled, it’s time to pay a visit to President Jin. Arrange it, see when it’s convenient, so I can call on him."
"Wow, that would be quite an honor!"
Jin Minghui’s face showed genuine delight; he was eager to cultivate a personal relationship with Han Lie.
"I’ll ask immediately, wait for my update!"
His ’immediate’ was literal—before the workday ended, Old Jin was ready with a family dinner.
While extending the invitation, Jin Minghui didn’t explain how his father had originally had another occasion but rescheduled to accommodate Han Lie.
One must know when to sell favors; given Han Lie’s status, he should rightly receive such treatment, so it wasn’t necessary to mention it.
After work, Han Lie drove over to the Pan Family, planning to bring Pan Ge along.
Just as the car stopped at the villa’s entrance, Pan Ge dashed out, hair flowing.
Han Lie hurriedly rolled down the window and called out to her: "Slow down, slow down! What’s the rush?"
Pan Ge couldn’t respond, simply held up the bag in her hand high.
Next, Panzi chased out from the wide-open door, pointing at the car in fury and shouting: "Little scoundrel, you encouraged Nannan to steal my alcohol again!"
Han Lie instantly changed tune: "Quick, quick! Run faster, don’t let him catch up!"
"Hee hee hee hee..."
Pan Ge let out a string of bell-like laughs, dove into the back car door, leaped into Han Lie’s embrace.
"GOGOGO, drive, drive! Old Pan is going mad~~~"
The little Mercedes puffing black smoke zoomed away.
Panzi stopped in the courtyard, hands on hips, fuming as his vision filled with stars.
"Is there no justice left? Huh?! Saving a stash isn’t easy for me. 20 years of stock, ruined in just two months! Zhao Anni, better send your girl off to live with Han Lie! Don’t let her return!"
Zhao Anni, arms crossed, appeared at the villa door, a displeased look: "What did you call me? I’ll give you another chance to speak."
"Huh?"
Panzi suddenly calmed, sheepishly glancing at his wife, awkwardly amending: "Annie darling..."
The family ranking +1 then +1 again.
Meanwhile, Han Lie embraced the mischievous girl and turned to inspect the bag.
"What did you swipe this time?"
"Ta-da-da-da!"
Pan Ge gleefully pulled the bag down, revealing two dark wooden boxes.
She unclipped the locks, gently lifted the lids, revealing inside the Maotai wrapped in cotton and silk.
"1975 Flying Maotai! Hehe, surprised?"
Hiss...
Han Lie took a sharp breath; even with his thick skin, he felt this was going a bit too far.
The shameless man asked, worriedly: "Didn’t I tell you to pick out some casual gifts? You really went all out; no wonder Panzi was so upset..."
"I simply took them from his collection room!"
Pan Ge blinked her big eyes playfully, not taking Panzi’s anger seriously.
"Don’t worry, the old man has high blood pressure, diabetes, and cholesterol, should quit drinking anyway. Those stocks are theoretically ours, I’m giving our things as gifts, what’s wrong with that?"
This logic... it’s remarkable!
Yes, they’re mine sooner or later; what’s the harm in early indulgence?
Worst-case scenario, if Panzi really gets upset and wants to retaliate... just avoid visiting the Pan Family for a few days?
He can’t hit me anyway...
Once he figured it out, Dog Lie felt more at ease, gleefully took out the bottles and admired them carefully.
"Wow, this is Flying Maotai... it’s truly beautiful!"
Already somewhat knowledgeable about high-end alcoholic beverages, Han Lie was seeing this renowned brand for the first time, genuinely intrigued.
