"Next, I'll have Zhou Qing introduce you to the other aspects of the company, I need to get busy," Jiang Chen said.

Gong Lin, seeing the expression on Jiang Chen's face and knowing he was very satisfied, gave her instructions and left the office.

Jiang Chen took a moment to compose himself and sat back down in the boss's chair, as Zhou Qing began to report on the other aspects of the company.

After Zhou Qing roughly finished discussing the company, Jiang Chen suddenly asked, "I can arrange for a dedicated parking spot, right?"

"Of course, just tell me your license plate number, and I'll arrange it for you right away," Zhou Qing nodded.

"Jin D·7688"

Zhou Qing froze for a moment. What a strange license plate number? After hesitating, she confirmed, "President Jiang, your license plate number is Jin D·7688? There are no other numbers or letters?"

"No, that's it. Aren't the license plates for electric bikes all like this?" Jiang Chen looked at Zhou Qing, perplexed.

What, an electric bike?!

Zhou Qing was stunned. Then she remembered at the meeting on the first floor, there were indeed mentions that the president had come on an electric bike.

"What's the matter? Can't electric bikes have parking spots?" Jiang Chen asked tentatively, wondering if he would have to keep parking behind the security room every day.

Zhou Qing snapped back to reality and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, there can be a parking spot."

Others might not have one, but you can. After all, you are the president. But the president riding an electric bike? That's really keeping a low profile; no wonder people misunderstood.

"Oh, that's good," Jiang Chen nodded.

"By the way," Zhou Qing seemed to recall something and took out a bank card from her pocket: "President, this is your salary card, the password is the initial password, six zeros."

"Okay," Jiang Chen took the bank card and raised an eyebrow, "Now, call over the investment department manager, I have something for him to do."

The wife's company was still short of funds; this matter had to be dealt with.

"All right, just a moment," Zhou Qing nodded in response and left the office as she saw Jiang Chen had no other instructions.

Once Zhou Qing left, Jiang Chen checked the salary card on his mobile phone, and upon seeing the balance, his mind blanked.

Unit, ten, hundred, thousand... forget it, no point in counting.

Jiang Chen's eyes glazed over; he stopped counting.

"Now I really do have money, and it's legitimate too. I can buy a house for mom, can't let her keep staying in a hotel," Jiang Chen murmured to himself.

At that moment, someone knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

The office door opened, and the investment department manager Wang Maode walked in.

Approaching Jiang Chen, Wang Maode bowed slightly, "Good day, President, I have already taken care of the matter you ordered."

Jiang Chen nodded, "Thank you Manager Wang, please have a seat."

Wang Maode replied and sat down opposite Jiang Chen.

After contemplating his words for a moment, Jiang Chen said, "Since the Maocai Group's investment has been withdrawn, this capital shouldn't lie idle, let's invest in Liying Cosmetics. How about an investment of fifty million; any problems with that?"

The corner of Wang Maode's mouth twitched, thinking to himself that this new president was burning his three fires too quickly. First, he retracted the investment from Maocai Group, and now he wanted to hand over fifty million to some Liying Cosmetics company? Wasn't he afraid of playing with fire?

He had his doubts inside, but he dared not express any disagreement and nodded repeatedly.

Once Wang Maode left, Jiang Chen sat in the office for a while, feeling a bit bored, so he called Gong Lin and decided to leave to buy a house for his mother.

Upon receiving the call, Gong Lin agreed immediately, "Okay, if you're busy, go ahead. Just stop by when you have time."

Jiang Chen chuckled and shook his head, the freedom of being a CEO.

Walking out of the office, he made his way to the area behind the security room.

"President Jiang, I'm Wu Dayong, the head of security." The security chief who had been guarding Jiang Chen's electric bike saw him approach and immediately bowed respectfully in greeting.

When Zhou Qing came to look at the electric bike earlier, he had casually asked a question and, upon learning that Jiang Chen really was the new CEO, was stunned into idiocy.

Jiang Chen looked at Wu Dayong teasingly, "Who's your daddy?"

Wu Dayong's body shook as he bowed again, "You're my daddy, you're my daddy, daddy!"

"Enough, you're generationally confused. I don't have a grown son like you. Just don't stop me next time," said Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen waved his hand dismissively, deciding not to dwell on Wu Dayong's mistake. After all, he was the CEO now and shouldn't stoop to quarrel with a security guard.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare again!" Wu Dayong was almost in tears. Dad, how could I dare to stop you? Am I an idiot?

Jiang Chen smiled, mounted his electric bike, and left the company while Wu Dayong stood up straight and saluted him.

...

Meanwhile, at the Ye family's villa, the atmosphere was gloomy and dismal.

"Just when we thought the company's problems were resolved, then this... Sigh." Zhou Ru sat on the sofa, sighing dejectedly, then frowned as she turned to Ye Yanni, "And your Dongyang is too much, I don't even want to talk about him."

Knowing she was in the wrong, Ye Yanni didn't dare to argue; she glanced at Ye Jingyi and immediately tried to shift the blame: "It's all because someone married a scammer and even influenced our Dongyang."

"That's right, Jing Yi, divorce that Jiang Chen immediately!" Zhou Ru turned to Ye Jingyi, berating her with a steely face, "Neither of you sisters can give me any peace of mind."

Ye Jingyi glanced at Zhou Ru without responding.

Just then, a phone ring broke the silence. Ye Jingyi took out her phone, a slight frown forming on her face. After hesitating, she answered, "Hello, Uncle."

As soon as they heard it was a call from Ye Jingyi's uncle, Zhou Ru and Ye Yanni shut their mouths, and even Ye Jianxiong, who had been feigning death on the sofa, suddenly perked up.

"Jing Yi, have you gotten married?" an angry, somber voice came from the earpiece.

Ye Jingyi's face instantly cooled, "Uncle, whether I get married or not is my own business, and it's not your place to interfere."

"Not my place? What do you mean, not my place? Aren't you a member of the Ye family? How could you selfishly get married without considering the family's interests? I'm telling you, get that marriage annulled right now. This isn't just about you."

A deep disappointment appeared in Ye Jingyi's eyes as she replied indifferently, "I won't get a divorce."

"You won't? Well, I'm telling you, if you don't, then wait for your company to go bankrupt. From now on, the Ye family won't lift a finger to help you! Beep... Beep..."

Looking at her phone as the tone signaled an end to the call, Ye Jingyi felt utterly wronged.

"Jing Yi, just listen to your uncle!"

"That's right, Jing Yi. You won't even listen to us, can you really ignore your uncle too? If you don't divorce, he definitely won't take care of Liying Cosmetics anymore. What are we going to live on in the future?"

"Jing Yi, stop being ridiculous and get a divorce from that Jiang Chen right away."

Zhou Ru and the others kept urging her, each taking their turn.

"I will not get a divorce. I refuse to be dictated by family dictates; I am a living person, not an object or tool," Ye Jingyi said angrily.

Zhou Ru and the others were taken aback, having never seen Ye Jingyi like this before. Zhou Ru was about to say something else when Ye Jianxiong tugged at her sleeve.

After Ye Jingyi had her say, she no longer paid them any attention and closed her eyes in frustration.

But at that moment, Ye Jingyi's phone rang again.

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