Chapter 715: Chapter 715

Liu Zhizhong had let go of Yang Bingbing and was holding her shoulders, puzzled, "Why are you transferring it again? Is this Director Feng's idea? There's no smoke without fire. Are we going to work for someone else and provide service in the future?" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝓷𝓮𝓽

Yang Bingbing said seriously, "Because this company is making too much money, you get it?"

Liu Zhizhong's brows furrowed. "Dare to snatch business from the hands of the Feng family and the Lei Family? That... How big of backing and influence would that require?"

"Yes... Someone approached me a few days ago, looking very impressive. Obviously, Director Feng doesn't want to hand it over either and is still in the midst of a gamble. But now, she's a widow, and she's in pain, so who knows? It's very likely that we will indeed be working for someone else in the future... And by that time, I fear our treatment won't be as good as it is now... Sigh..."

Yang Bingbing looked up with a long sigh, then lowered her head to grab some tea to drink.

After finishing her tea, she continued, peeling imported Amazon tropical melon seeds for Liu Zhizhong, and even fed them to his mouth – this was all routine for her.

Liu Zhizhong was truly baffled. In his eyes, not to mention anything else, but looking around Provincial City, the person capable of stealing from Feng Xiaoyue hadn't been born yet, had they?

The Feng family and Lei Duo were powerful enough. The company was making more and more money, but even so, an even more impressive person set their sights on it – this was... big fish eating little fish, and the little fish eating shrimp, right?

Not knowing about this matter, what would Xiang Wenhua think after knowing? Would he protect the company for his dream lover, or would he have to submit as well?

In this era, even if Hawking came, he would be expected to stand and propose a toast!

Liu Zhizhong was munching on seeds while shaking his head and reaching for a cigarette.

However, as soon as he took out a cigarette, Yang Bingbing grasped his hand, "Don't smoke! At least until the latest work is completed, okay? This is work, it's a task!"

Liu Zhizhong threw the cigarette onto the table, "Damn it... fine..."

He nodded, with an air of being unyielding yet unwilling, then continued, "If the company gets handed over, my throat will develop a problem, the incurable kind."

"What? You..." There was a look of shock and uncertainty in Yang Bingbing's eyes.

Liu Zhizhong sneered naturally, "Using me as a tool to suppress hot topics, divert attention, set the trend, all the while squeezing out my traffic value. Such a tool, I'd rather not be. No matter how much money, what's the use? I won't be able to live with it, neither my conscience nor my dignity. My throat will definitely get sick, seriously sick, and after getting better, it won't be suitable for being Mr. L anymore, heh..."

Yang Bingbing understood now and couldn't help but nod, admiring the man she loved, "This feigning illness... Are you at it again?"

"That's right, I must pretend! Otherwise, I'd lose my freedom, the freedom of my soul, you understand?"

"Mhm, I understand, I get you..."

While they were chatting, Yang Bingbing's office phone rang.

She hurriedly got up to answer the call.

The call was short, lasting less than 15 seconds, then ended.

After putting down the receiver, Yang Bingbing said to Liu Zhizhong, "The materials have arrived, sent to my email. Let's look at them together!"

Liu Zhizhong nodded, "Alright, let's see what new tricks their drafts have. Do you think we can use 'they' for animals?"

Yang Bingbing smiled knowingly, nodded, and then opened her work email on her phone, casting it directly onto the big screen opposite the sofa area in the office.

Then, she came over to Liu Zhizhong, leaned into his arms, and they both started looking at the file together.

As soon as they finished looking at the file, Yang Bingbing was stunned and quite angry, her delicate body trembling, her face pale, her lips tightly pressed together in a grimace!

Liu Zhizhong's expression was steely and extremely grim; his face cold as ice, almost dripping water...