CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 20: DO YOU THINK I, BAO YE, WOULD DO THAT?

At that time, inside the Bao Group’s meeting room.

The company elders and department white-collar workers sat neatly in suits at the table, full of momentum, yet the meeting room was deathly silent, the atmosphere eerily frozen.

Looking around the entire table, anyone there was a graduate from a renowned international university, elite in the industry.

Yet, at this moment, they were being scolded by Bao Ye so severely that they didn’t dare to breathe audibly.

All heads were lowered, silent.

Chen Nan stood behind, swallowing silently, watching the man’s expression, which was extremely unsightly.

Bao Ye rested his hand on the meeting table, fingertips gently tapping, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone, suddenly let out a cold sneer.

"Why is no one speaking?"

"Turned mute?"

"Weren’t you all quite talkative just now?"

"..."

All heads lowered even further.

Bao Ye’s tone was leisurely, but pressured like a slow execution, his eyes filled with coldness: "The market is bad, the location is bad, definitely will lose money... is this the project proposal you give me? Have all of you become prophets now?"

Bao Ye picked up the file in front of him and threw it fiercely.

"Do I, Bao Ye, need to build a temple and enshrine you all like Bodhisattvas in the future?"

Everyone was startled.

Their shoulders trembled.

Even more afraid to speak.

It was obvious, Bao Ye was truly enraged this time.

Bao Ye snorted coldly, unabashed anger on his face.

"Did you even research the Jinling Street project?"

Not a single person made a sound.

"Not even a research done, yet you speak up, dare call yourselves Bao Group’s white-collar? Graduates of renowned universities?" Bao Ye coldly mocked: "Shameful."

Among those being scolded, someone with a tough streak couldn’t hold it in.

"Mr. Bao, it’s not that we don’t agree with your idea, but the Jinling Street project is indeed too niche, the location remote, the whole of Beijing knows it, even if we win the bid for the land, in case..."

"There’s no ’in case.’" Bao Ye cut him off coldly.

Bao Ye stood up, his tall figure exuding momentum, his dark eyes chilling: "I, Bao Ye, took over the company at seventeen, have I ever caused the company to suffer losses over the years?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"No."

"No."

"Indeed, there hasn’t been."

They couldn’t deny it, Bao Ye was indeed a genius in the business world, exceptionally gifted.

When Chairman Bao proposed letting him take the CEO position back then, the entire company opposed.

Yet later, wasn’t everyone convinced by Bao Ye’s capability?

Not to mention that Bao Group now is more than ten times what it used to be.

All thanks to Bao Ye’s leadership.

The veteran white-collars and directors present immediately recalled events from ten years ago, inevitably sighing.

Back then, Bao Ye appeared young yet was extraordinarily calm and mature, not losing to the old chairman at all.

No wonder the old chairman was willing to overhaul the company just to have Bao Ye succeed him.

Because he indeed had the ability.

"Can you use your brains?"

"You think I, Bao Ye, would engage in a losing business?" The man sneered.

With these words, everyone’s minds were suddenly stirred.

The project department director stood up, bowing his head: "Mr. Bao, give me more time, this time I’ll definitely bring you the best proposal for the Jinling Street project."

The operations department echoed: "Mr. Bao, give us a little time too..."

"Mr. Bao, we..."

"Mr. Bao,..."

Like a hornets’ nest was poked.

The remaining departments, shareholders all stood up to make assurances.

The scene was spectacular.

It was as if the whole opposing crowd had been replaced with another group.

Watching it made Chen Nan’s chest swell with emotion.

Mr. Bao is indeed Mr. Bao, a few words and he has them all in line.

To be frank, they needed a scolding.

Talking nicely didn’t work, one scolding and they remembered.

The meeting extended over an hour longer.

By the time Bao Ye came out, it was almost nine o’clock.

He entered the elevator, listening to Chen Nan report tomorrow’s schedule, Bao Ye opened his phone.

He had a habit of keeping it on silent during meetings.

Usually, no one contacted him, for work and outside of work they would directly find Chen Nan.

Suddenly, the man’s dark eyes paused.