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As they arrived outside the community, the car slowly came to a stop. Yun Li turned her head away from the window.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have any plans for romance lately," she said.
Zhao Mo shrugged, indicating that it was fine. "Then let's just be friends. If you ever change your mind about romance, just let me know."
She opened the car door and got out. This time, Zhao Mo only helped her take her suitcase out without accompanying her inside, maintaining a sense of propriety.
Yun Li had received news about participating in the Mid-Autumn Festival two months ago. In addition to practicing for her personal performance, she had to rehearse for the festival program. She flew to Nan Cheng and discussed the venue and the director's requirements.
After settling into the hotel arranged by the production team and dropping off her luggage, she received a message from Zhao Mo.
"Have you arrived?"
Yun Li replied, "Yes."
Though he rarely appeared in person, his messages were constant.
Meanwhile, at Feitian, Jiang Shiyu stepped out of a meeting. Dressed in a suit, he appeared stern and composed, quite different from his usual carefree demeanor. He removed his silver-rimmed glasses, rubbed his eyes, and took out his phone.
"That guy Zhao Mo has been quite active lately. Should we take him down?"
He sent a photo of Zhao Mo with Yun Li, where she was smiling gently, looking exceptionally graceful. Yet Jiang Shiyu could tell that she lacked enthusiasm and wasn't interested in spending time with him.
Zhao Mo still looked polished in his suit, presenting himself as a gentleman.
"Keep an eye on him but don’t act rashly," Jiang Shiyu instructed.
Once he reached his office, he tossed his phone onto the desk. A black gold fountain pen was clipped to his suit pocket as he sat back lazily and pressed his fingers against his forehead, feeling somewhat fatigued.
After three hours of meetings filled with old-fashioned board members who were tedious and nitpicky, they had raised various objections to his proposal, which slowed down his progress significantly.
Jiang Shiyu couldn't wait any longer; he called Shi Yi.
"Those old-timers are dragging their feet and holding me back. Shouldn't we just kick them out?" His tone was relaxed yet rebellious.
He always spoke bluntly without sugarcoating things; living life uncomfortably was not in his nature, and he refused to endure any more frustration.
You can endure, but you cannot be humiliated.
"Give them some face; after all, they are the old man's people. You do your thing, and if they don’t listen, so be it."
"Alright, if there's an issue, I'll let the old man find you. Passing the buck is easy for him."
Who could blame him? His mood had been poor lately.
Those old fossils were arranged by Old Jiang two years ago because he was worried he couldn't control Shi Yi and Jiang Shiyu. They were all his trusted subordinates. Over the years, Feitian had grown larger and had connections with the military; sooner or later, they would manufacture military aircraft, which made Old Jiang wary.
In the Jiang family, whoever has the capability holds the power. Old Jiang should feel gratified, but he cannot lose control over them.
When Jiang Shiyu returned from America, he brought back a group of elite individuals. It was their expertise in aircraft manufacturing that led to such rapid progress.
The team consisted of seven people, each leading a different sector.
A few of them were in the conference room holding a meeting, arranging everything as they picked up their laptops to prepare.
Huang Min, dressed in a sharp suit with her long hair neatly styled, turned on her high heels to look at Jiang Shiyu, who was seated at the head of the table.
"I heard you want Nan Cheng."
Jiang Shiyu's indifferent peach blossom eyes shifted away from his phone screen. A smile flickered in his eyes as he thought of something. "Hmm? What’s up?"
Huang Min smiled brightly. "Could you bring me some soy sauce duck? I heard it’s particularly good."
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