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Just as they settled down, the conference room door swung open once more.
Leading the way was Mo Chenglin, dressed in a dark striped suit, followed closely by Assistant Chen and Chen Qi. Sini trailed behind them; as the top agent of Shengtian, she was a key figure by Mo's side, someone whose words carried weight in his presence.
As Sini took her seat, she glanced sideways at He Shuning, who sat one seat away across the table. Her brow furrowed slightly as her gaze shifted to Mimi, who was seated further back. Mimi looked at Chen Bingxi and subtly shook her head, refraining from making any further movements.
From the moment Mo Chenglin entered the conference room, all whispers and exchanges of glances ceased abruptly. Everyone fell silent, their attention drawn to the man seated at the head of the table.
Mimi dreaded attending meetings like this; in fact, everyone did. It was not without reason—Mo's icy demeanor exuded an intimidating aura. He rarely held meetings; most directives came from a few senior executives. However, he wielded absolute authority—deciding who would be sidelined today and who would be promoted tomorrow was merely a matter of his whim. Such a powerful figure was often elusive, rarely seen in the company. Rumors suggested that Shengtian was not his only enterprise; he had initially developed his career abroad before returning home. Although he took charge of Shengtian’s affairs, he delegated management to senior executives. Sini had only recently risen to a position where she could stand before him.
He remained silent as Assistant Chen powered on the computer. The large screen at the front displayed all the data from the past year, prompting everyone in the room to involuntarily glance at their respective sections' performance trends, anxiety creeping in.
With his golden-rimmed glasses perched low on his nose, Mo's eyes were cast downwards, focused on the pen spinning between his fingers. The gentle arc of its movement seemed to resonate with everyone present, stirring their emotions until Assistant Chen's voice broke the silence. Mo lifted his gaze, guiding the pen's tip in a circle to signal everyone to look at the screen.
In the dim light and against a gray-white backdrop, the red lines on the graph stood out starkly.
The leading and consistently performing stars remained He Shuning and Chen Bingxi, their data lines nearly overlapping at the top position.
Chen Bingxi felt quite pleased with her performance, casting an arrogant glance around the room and relishing the envious looks directed her way. She lifted her chin slightly, her gaze languid until it landed on He Shuning across from her.
Chen Bingxi raised her head with an air of superiority towards He Shuning but found her looking at the screen with an expression that was calm and unruffled.
It seemed as if He Shuning was lost in thought; sensing Chen Bingxi's gaze upon her, she briefly lifted her eyes but did not linger on her for even a moment.
She was momentarily furious, feeling as if she was being overlooked or, worse, completely disregarded, while she considered her the strongest opponent.
She squeezed her fingers, her nails digging into her skin, but she dared not speak, trembling almost uncontrollably.
Chen Bingxi despised this side of her—the pretentiousness, the air of indifference—as if she held no one in regard and lived in a world of her own, so detached that everyone perceived her as innocent. The so-called cool and aloof beauty was merely a facade crafted by the company, yet some people played their roles so well that they began to believe it.
Even Mo must have been deceived; clearly, she was the one who had initially upheld the company’s image, only to have her brilliance snatched away by a newcomer who overshadowed her momentum.
Now, the top figure at Shengtian must have long fallen behind He Shuning in the eyes of their colleagues.
Tap, tap—the sound of a pen striking the table resonated through the room. The collision of metal against the surface was not jarring but rather crisp and clear.
“Is there any change? This kind of progress report—I feel like I’ve seen it last year,” his voice was deep and rich, carrying an undeniable coldness.
He pointed his pen straight at the large screen in the center, as if it were aimed at each person’s data line.
“I’ve said before that Shengtian can provide all the resources you need to showcase your ambitions,” he shook his pen slightly in his hand. “However, with this kind of trend, I see no trace of your ambition. Or are you here at Shengtian just to retire?”
“Or do you think what I just said contradicts itself? There’s only one best resource that cannot be shared by everyone. But those who strive for it will be noticed. If I see you working hard for it, I will naturally deliver it into your hands.”
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