CIATB Chapter 39 I need to have dinner with my family!
Chapter 39 I need to have dinner with my family!
11:30 a.m.
The classes at Jiangzhou University had just ended, and the campus was bustling with activity.
Zhang Yan didn't go to the cafeteria, but went straight to the parking lot.
His left hand, which was wrapped tightly in gauze, became the most eye-catching accessory on his body, attracting many curious glances along the way.
Zhang Yan ignored this.
He got into the matte black Cullinan, started the engine, and drove smoothly out of the campus.
Forty minutes later, a futuristic skyscraper appeared on the horizon.
Headquarters of Qingcheng Group.
This landmark building in Jinghai City, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, showcases the power and wealth of its owner.
Instead of using the VIP lane, Zhang Yan parked his car haphazardly in a corner of the visitor parking lot.
He pushed open the door and got out of the car, walking into the magnificent, large lobby on the first floor, where one could easily get lost.
The marble floor is so shiny it reflects light, the dome is 30 meters high, and the air is filled with a high-end, custom-made fragrance.
Every detail silently speaks of the word "luxury".
"Hello sir, do you have an appointment?"
The receptionist was dressed in a well-tailored business suit, with an impeccable professional smile on her face, but beneath that polite smile lay a hint of wariness.
The young man in front of me was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and casual pants. Although he had a clean and tidy appearance, he didn't look like someone who could do business with the Qingcheng Group.
Not to mention his left hand, which was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, looking particularly strange.
"I'm looking for Nie Qingcheng."
Zhang Yan spoke, his tone calm.
The receptionist's smile froze for a moment.
Calling their queen-like CEO by her first name?
Is this kid crazy, or is he trying to scam me?
"I'm sorry, sir, I can't let you up without an appointment."
Her tone remained polite, but it had taken on a slightly distant quality. "Or, you could tell me your name and purpose of your visit, and I'll transfer you to the relevant department."
"Zhang Yan".
He gave his name, "She invited me to lunch."
Lunch?
The receptionist's lips twitched involuntarily.
That reason is just too outrageous.
She was almost certain that this person was there to cause trouble.
Just as she was about to press the intercom to call security, she heard a few disdainful comments from the side.
"Wow, the threshold for entry into this hall is getting lower and lower. Any Tom, Dick, or Harry can sneak in now?"
"He looks like a college student, probably just trying his luck. Does he think his good looks will attract some female executive?"
Several well-dressed, dapper men walked out of the elevator lobby and, seeing the scene at the front desk, made no attempt to hide their laughter.
They are middle-level managers in the group, and they are usually arrogant and look down on young people who dream of rising to the top overnight.
One of the men, with a Mediterranean-style haircut, was particularly domineering towards the receptionist:
"Xiao Wang, what's going on? Get security to kick him out right now! His presence here is damaging the company's image!"
The receptionist looked embarrassed and was about to explain.
"bite--"
A crisp sound.
Not far away, the doors of the presidential elevator, symbolizing the highest authority, slowly opened.
A figure rushed out from inside in a great hurry.
It's Linda.
Her face still showed undisguised panic. Wearing ten-centimeter high heels, she ran faster than a 100-meter sprint, as if a ferocious beast was chasing her.
Everyone in the hall was drawn to her unusual behavior.
The executives who were still mocking Zhang Yan stopped and looked around curiously.
Under everyone's gaze, Linda rushed to the front desk.
She didn't look at anyone; in her eyes, there was only the boy in the white T-shirt.
next second.
Linda stopped abruptly a step away from Zhang Yan.
Then, she bent down in front of Zhang Yan.
A standard, impeccable, ninety-degree bow.
"Mr. Zhang!"
Her voice trembled slightly from running so fast, but every word was crystal clear, echoing in the deathly quiet hall.
"Why are you downstairs?! Ms. Nie asked me to come down and meet you; she's been waiting for you for quite a while!"
boom--!
The entire hall seemed to have been hit by a silent nuclear bomb.
The receptionist's mouth dropped open, the pen in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
The expressions on the faces of those executives who had just been pointing fingers and looking down on each other instantly froze.
Mockery, contempt, disdain...
All emotions shattered in an instant, leaving only a blank space called "horror".
Linda...
The chief secretary, known within the group as the "Queen's Shadow," was someone even the vice president had to treat with deference.
actually……
Why would someone perform such a grand ceremony for this seemingly ordinary young man?!
Mr. Zhang?
Is President Nie waiting for him?
These words, when combined, created a terrifying information storm that turned their minds into a complete mess.
The Mediterranean executive's face went from flushed to deathly pale, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
He remembered what he had just said.
"Get them out..."
"It will damage the company's image..."
It’s over.
Zhang Yan seemed oblivious to the petrified faces around him.
He simply nodded calmly at Linda.
"It's okay, I just arrived."
"This way, please! This way, please!"
Linda straightened up, her face now adorned with the most respectful and humble smile. She turned to the side and personally led Zhang Yan toward the president's private elevator, her posture as low as an ancient palace maid.
Throughout the entire process, she didn't even glance at those executives.
Zhang Yan was the same.
He strode off, following behind Linda, not even sparing them a glance as he passed the stiff "stone sculptures".
The feeling of being completely ignored is more humiliating and terrifying than any direct slap in the face.
Until the elevator doors slowly closed.
Those executives seemed to have all their strength drained away; their legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to the ground.
They looked at each other, seeing only the same emotion in each other's eyes.
despair.
……
The president's private elevator ascends smoothly.
"Mr. Zhang, I'm so sorry, it was my oversight. I should have informed the front desk beforehand."
Linda stood to the side, bent over at a 30-degree angle, cold sweat still pouring out.
"It's none of your business."
Zhang Yan said softly.
"bite."
The elevator arrived at the top floor.
As soon as the door opened, a tense, almost frozen atmosphere rushed out.
Several department directors stood in the corridor, all of them silent and trembling.
The conference room door was ajar, and Nie Qingcheng's cold and sharp voice came from inside, like a scalpel precisely dissecting something.
"...The profit margin dropped by three percentage points in the third quarter, and the marketing department's promotional plan was a complete mess! Mr. Wang, have you lost your mind, or do you think my money comes from thin air?"
Linda's face paled even more. She whispered to Zhang Yan, "President Nie is in a high-level strategy meeting right now. Perhaps... you could wait in her office for a moment?"
Zhang Yan ignored him.
He walked straight to the heavy solid wood door and pushed it open.
In the conference room, more than a dozen of the group's top decision-makers sat upright, each one feeling uneasy.
Nie Qingcheng sat at the head of the long table, dressed in a white suit, exuding an aura of power, like an ice queen.
The moment Zhang Yan pushed the door open and walked in, her anger, which was about to erupt, came to an abrupt halt.
Those phoenix eyes, capable of freezing a person to death, melted the moment they saw Zhang Yan.
The ice and snow melt, and spring arrives with blooming flowers.
Everyone in the conference room was stunned, wondering who had the audacity to barge into the meeting.
However, the next second, their ruthless female boss made a decision that made them all question the meaning of life.
Nie Qingcheng didn't even glance at the group of executives before standing up.
Meeting adjourned.
Two words: crisp and clean.
Wang, the marketing manager who had been thoroughly scolded, instinctively spoke up: "But Mr. Nie, about the budget for the new product..."
"I said, meeting adjourned."
Nie Qingcheng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unyielding and assertive quality.
She walked around the long table and went straight to Zhang Yan at the door, a gentle smile on her face that they had never seen before.
"I need to have dinner with my family."
The word "family members" struck the hearts of every executive like two heavy hammer blows.
They watched helplessly as their boss walked up to the boy.
As all the executives were forced to leave and filed out, they couldn't help but turn back and steal a glance.
That last glimpse became an indelible memory for them.
The conference room door slowly closed.
They could see it clearly through the crack in the door.
That high and mighty queen, Nie Qingcheng, who instilled fear in them to the very core.
actually……
She squatted down, dressed in a haute couture suit and expensive high heels.
She carefully took the boy's left hand, which was wrapped in gauze, tilted her head back, and asked nervously in a voice they had never heard before, a voice so soft it could melt water:
"Why are you so late? Does your hand still hurt?"