Chapter 238: Chapter 238

The elderly man’s solemn and serious voice seemed to still echo in his ears.

Rong Fangjun stared blankly at the now-dark television, lost in thought.

The thing he least wanted to see had finally happened; Rong Zhi had become a second "Wen Diao," and she was even more ruthless than Wen Diao.

At least Wen Diao considered her position as his wife, contemplating for the Rong Family and Rong Clan.

While Rong Zhi, she only acted for herself. Follow current novels on N()velFire.net

Rong Fangjun lowered his gaze to his old hands, realizing for the first time the signs of age on his wrinkled face. Only at this moment did he truly understand that he was indeed old, too old to understand a young man’s thoughts, too exhausted to prevent all of this.

In a daze, he seemed to feel some warm liquid drop from his eyes.

The old master Rong, who had been strong and wise his whole life, finally regretted the decision he had made.

Perhaps it was a mistake right from the beginning.

After Rong Zhi took over, she gave no time for others to react, resolutely bringing the CSS project team from Huajing Group to settle in RH, managed by Bai Tingxun, racing against time to start work.

Next, she took Rong Jin, who had left the Rong Family with her, to the finance department.

Rong Yun’s fat face trembled slightly the moment he saw her, nervously wringing his hands as he stepped forward to try and cozy up to Rong Jin: "Third Nephew..."

The young man’s voice was indifferent as he expressionlessly threw a stack of reports onto the desk, just like before, one hand in his pocket, his wild brows slightly lowered, "These are all the financial statements since you took office; you know what’s inside better than I do."

Rong Yun was trembling all over, stuttering, "Th-Third Nephew, what are you talking about? What contents? I..."

"By the end of the day," Rong Zhi interrupted slowly, "Fix the missing accounts, hand over your work, and you can leave."

She was always concise with words, yet this time, she spoke a few more.

But Rong Yun would rather she didn’t speak.

Not a word was something he wanted to hear.

Sweat frequently seeped from Rong Yun’s forehead as he tried to say something.

Beside him, Rong Jin took those documents and laid them out one by one, smiling up at Rong Yun, "Hurry up, Brother, I have to hand over work to Human Resources later, no time."

Rong Jin felt liberated now as he once felt oppressed.

Admitting that he wasn’t a gracious person, he returned all the grievances suffered under Rong Yun’s hand, satisfied from the outside in.

Especially seeing Rong Yun’s face as if he had swallowed something distasteful made him even happier.

Seeing there was nothing more she needed to handle here, Rong Zhi left for the top floor.

Bai Tingxun was waiting in the office, and since they had moved here suddenly, nothing in the presidential office had been changed. She tapped the screen, recording the items needed to be purchased.

Bai Tingxun felt a myriad of emotions when addressing her .

From Director Rong to now Chairman Rong, it had only been a few short months, yet it felt like half a lifetime had passed.

The heart that had never been tested in her first twenty years was now strong as a rock.

Even if a friend suddenly told her the idol’s house fell, she could handle it. After all, she had fallen from higher places; now, Bai Tingxun was Niu Hulutengxun!

Thinking of something, she laughed and said, "Chairman Rong, if I give this list to the logistics department, how many days do you think they will take to prepare everything?"

Rong Zhi glanced at the phone screen in front of her, her tone emotionless, "You can try."

Bai Tingxun: "Alright."

She saved the memo, wrote an application form for Rong Zhi to sign, and left the office briskly.

The logistics department was still managed by the same few people.

But their attitude toward Bai Tingxun turned 180 degrees, as disrespectful before, now respectful. Who knew Bai Tingxun was one of the only two favored by Rong Zhi; surely her authority wouldn’t diminish over time.

To please her was certainly correct.

Bai Tingxun stood with arms crossed at the door of the logistics department, her gaze full of mockery.

In large corporations, it’s natural to flatter those on high, but one must always keep a backup plan for oneself.

Because life’s ups and downs are unpredictable, who could know if the person you’re stepping on today might rise to unattainable heights tomorrow?

In the span of a morning, RH Group had fired fifteen senior executives, including Rong Yun, setting a blaze with Rong Zhi’s first "fire" after assuming the new post.

The entire senior level was on edge, cautiously reporting tasks, afraid of saying the wrong words and becoming the next person to be dismissed.

Fortunately, Rong Zhi merely asked a few simple questions and let them go.

The executives hadn’t gone far from the office when they clung to each other, as if having escaped from the Ghost Gate.

For doing practically nothing, Rong Zhi’s nickname, Divine-faced Asura, spread throughout RH Group.

Beijing’s elite, upon hearing this news, quietly made their assessments.

A face of a Bodhisattva, a heart of an Asura; it perfectly described the seemingly celestial yet demon-like Third Young Master Rong.

Shen Junze was dining with Rong Zhi, recalling this matter and asked, laughing, "People say you have a celestial face but a heart crueler than Hell’s Asura; what’s your take?"

Rong Zhi remained expressionless: "No opinion."

Shen Junze nodded, noticing the boy hadn’t eaten much, he pressed the bell to call for the waiter to add more dishes. After ordering, he turned his gaze quietly to the boy.

Nowadays, when the elite circle in Beijing gathers, they all have a topic on Rong Zhi.

Leaving her family to clash with them, and she won; the Rong Family’s five members, three have been hospitalized, one is said to be in court on the ninth, likely facing jail time, leaving only the half-dead Rong Xian’an, who has been completely discarded by Rong Zhi.

Shen Junze sighed gently, seeming casual, "What do you plan to do with Rong Xian’an? And... the Ying Family."

The soft clink of a silver fork on a plate paused slightly, making Shen Junze’s heart tighten as well.

If anything worried him presently, it was that after dealing with the Rong Family, Rong Zhi might turn her attention to Shen Family and Ying Family. Everyone knew the truth of those past events, it all depended on Rong Zhi’s intentions.

Shen Junze slightly narrowed his gaze, uncertain what he would do if Rong Zhi attacked the Shen Family.

Based on personal ties, he’d show lenience for Shen Luoluo’s sake; based on the larger picture, he’d resist, even if he couldn’t suppress Rong Zhi, he’d maintain the Shen Family.

"Let them fend for themselves," Rong Zhi replied, her appetite lukewarm, setting down the utensils with a lazy lift of her eyes, "As long as they don’t provoke me."

Shen Junze blinked, he understood.

On the surface it referred to Rong Xian’an, but truly, it was a warning to him.

With a firm assurance, the weight Shen Junze had felt inside finally eased; elegantly, he raised his wine glass from afar in a toast, "Well then, first congratulations to the Third Young Master on becoming RH Group’s chairman."

Rong Zhi leisurely returned the toast: "Thank you."

After finishing dinner, Rong Zhi prepared for the next day’s national math competition, bidding farewell to Shen Junze at the restaurant’s entrance.

"A math national competition? When’s that?" Shen Junze asked.

Rong Zhi thought for a moment: "Live broadcast at 8:30 in the morning."

"Alright," Shen Junze nodded, sincerely offering his well-wishes, "Wishing the Third Young Master great success, I’ll watch the live broadcast to cheer you on tomorrow."

Rong Zhi responded with a soft hum, bending to get into the car.