Suddenly, Yang Fei took a step forward and blocked the young secretary.

He grinned, his teeth bared.

"Young man, don't you know it's impolite to offer your hand to a lady without being prompted?"

"Moreover, in a day or two, Tide Ocean Shipping Co., Ltd. will be under the fold of Yalan International."

"Talking to your superior in such a manner is even more impolite."

The male secretary was taken aback and looked at Su Yinxue in disbelief.

"Miss Su, are you really...",

"Really going to acquire Tide Ocean Shipping Co., Ltd.? Isn't that a bit excessive?"

Yang Fei chuckled maliciously and raised his eyebrows at him.

"It's not excessive, not excessive at all. If President Yang Wangjin does not arrive here within three minutes, something even more excessive will happen."

He spoke while staring at the second hand of his watch ticking away, showing great patience.

The secretary shivered.

Seeing the indifferent expression on Su Yinxue's face, he finally realized that this matter was not a joke.

Immediately, the secretary quickly took out his cellphone, ready to call Yang Wangjin.

On the other side, Vice President Wang was attending to clients, introducing the company's services.

Seeing the male secretary dawdling, he immediately called out dissatisfied.

"Little Zhou, can't you even handle this small matter?"

"Should I consider replacing you as a secretary?"

Secretary Zhou turned pale.

He didn't have time to respond to Vice President Wang but managed to dial Yang Wangjin's number.

Tide Office Building, President's office small conference room.

President Yang Wangjin was lecturing a group of company executives.

Clearly, Yang Wangjin was furious, and his square face bore a very displeased expression.

Yet, the company executives remained silent as if chilled to the bone, no one daring to speak.

Just then, Yang Wangjin's phone rang.

He humphed when he saw the caller ID.

"Why is Wang Yuntian letting his secretary call me?"

Yang Wangjin answered the call, and Secretary Zhou's tense voice came through the phone.

"Boss Yang, Miss Su, the chairman of Yalan International, is here."

"She's downstairs, asking you to come down to greet her within three minutes."

"Psh, Yalan International's chairman thinks she's so important?"

"Yalan International is worth nothing more than ten billion, and she wants me to greet her downstairs in three minutes?"

In spite of his usually controlled demeanor, Yang Wangjin couldn't help but find it amusing.

Yalan International was a major player in the fashion industry, completely unrelated to shipping.

What was Yang Wangjin's stature then?

Why would he degrade himself to greet a businesswoman whose net worth didn't even reach ten billion?

Yang Wangjin arrogantly tapped on the table.

"Tell her she can meet me, but she needs to schedule an appointment first."

"According to the appointment schedule, I can only meet her in at least half a month."

"Tell her to just wait her turn."

Yang Wangjin's phone was on speaker.

Secretary Zhou and Yang Wangjin's conversation was overhead by over ten company executives.

The executives quietly discussed among themselves.

"Yalan International, that female fashion group company?"

"A rising star in the fashion industry, but in terms of heritage and financial power, well..."

"What was that woman thinking, asking President Yang to meet her within three minutes at the lobby? Ridiculous."

"These young people nowadays, making some money and losing all sense of direction, they really don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!"

...

Amid the murmurs of the crowd.

Secretary Zhou's timid voice sounded very weak and feeble.

"But they said, they are messengers from the Iron Finger Ring…"

This faint voice, amidst the murmurs of the crowd, was trivial, hardly audible.

Yet, when heard by Yang Wangjin, it struck like a thunderclap exploding overhead.

He had been casually tapping on the desk, speaking impatiently.

However, after hearing Secretary Zhou's last sentence, he staggered and almost fell backward.

Yang Wangjin managed to brace himself on the office desk in time, his complexion turning deathly pale as he gasped for air.

He cried out in a sharp voice.

"What did you say, they are Iron Finger Ring Messengers?"

By the last sentence, his voice had become hoarse.

That was due to excessive tension, which had caused his vocal cords to lose control.

Secretary Zhou was quite frightened by Yang Wangjin.

He stammered, "Yes, Iron Finger Ring Messengers, I heard correctly."

"Damn it, why are you only telling me now!"

Yang Wangjin glanced at the electronic mechanical bronze bell hanging in the conference hall.

He asked urgently, "How much time has passed in the three minutes?"

"One minute and ten seconds."

Secretary Zhou said hurriedly.

Hearing the reported time, Yang Wangjin quickly stripped off his suit and tossed aside his tie.

Then, a scene that no one could believe unfolded.

Yang Wangjin, who had always enjoyed a pampered lifestyle and paid keen attention to manners and demeanor.

At this moment, he suddenly sprinted out of the CEO's office at the speed of a 100-meter dash.

In the hallway, both the sound of his rapid footsteps and his shouting could be heard.

"Notify everyone, assemble in the lobby on the first floor."

"Less than three minutes, dismissal on the spot."

Yang Wangjin was a man who valued etiquette and dignity highly.

Many people thought that this refined, energetic CEO.

Seemed even more like a true noble gentleman than those well-educated nobles in aristocratic circles.

In him, you would never find any hints of panic or haste.

In Yang Wangjin's view.

A leisurely, refined life was the embodiment of a gentleman's nobility.

This unhurried, graceful approach to life and work.

Stood in stark contrast to the various lower-level employees and vagrants sweating and hurrying through the streets and alleys for their livelihood.

Therefore, the Yang Wangjin people saw always spoke and acted leisurely, calmly, and elegantly.

However, now the always composed and elegant Yang Wangjin suddenly burst out at the speed of a sprint race.

He rushed out in utter disarray, utterly devoid of any dignity.

At that moment, Yang Wangjin looked like a Husky called by its owner.

He was jumping around, rushing forward madly, where was there any elegance?

All this, just because the Iron Finger Ring Messenger had arrived.

In the conference hall, the company executives all had their mouths wide open, unable to accept what they were seeing.

Suddenly, one executive shouted,

"Hurry up, get to the first floor in two minutes, or face dismissal on the spot."

This voice sounded like a loud firecracker, startling everyone from their stupor.

In an instant, it was utter chaos.

No one knew whose folder had fallen to the ground.

Papers were flying around like snowflakes, yet no one paid them any heed.

The entire building was filled with a sense of frantic urgency, as if an earthquake had struck.

Yang Fei no longer spoke with Secretary Zhou; he just stared at his wristwatch, counting the seconds.

Finally, at two minutes and fifty seconds,

CEO Yang Wangjin, drenched in sweat and gasping like a bull, clutched his chest and nearly fainted.

Secretary Zhou quickly rushed over to support him.

Yang Fei stood leisurely, casually spinning the Iron Finger Ring in his hand.

Yang Wangjin glanced at the Iron Finger Ring and his expression became solemn.

He stepped forward and bowed deeply to Yang Fei.

"Steward Yang Wangjin, greets the Dragon King's Envoy."

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