Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1740 This move, though risky, has a high chance of success.

My fingers were gripping the phone so tightly that my knuckles were turning slightly white.

After Jiang Jianming retired, Jiang Cheng did not come to the company, so he is currently acting as the company's general manager.

The notice now blatantly states that "Zhou Shoucheng and Li Zhenguo have been appointed as joint general managers of the company to oversee all daily operations," which is tantamount to directly removing him from his position.

The meeting room was so quiet that you could hear the leaves falling outside the window, and even the soft clatter of a teacup on the table sounded unusually loud.

Qian Maocai couldn't contain himself any longer. He took a sip of the cooled tea, and his hoarse voice broke the silence.

"What does it mean that Young Master Jiang suddenly invited two 'experts'? When we were following Brother Jianming to build the empire, he was still in school studying textbooks. Does he not trust us old guys anymore?"

These words sounded like a complaint, but her eyes kept glancing at Wang Wei.

Everyone knows that he is the one whose position will be most affected.

Zhao Dezhu knew exactly what Qian Maocai was thinking, and after quickly glancing at Wang Wei, he immediately chimed in.

He rubbed his bald head, his tone full of disdain: "A young kid with no experience is unreliable! I think he's just been instigated by outsiders, either here to audit our accounts or to reap the benefits. What does a greenhorn know about building materials? How do you even know how to select raw materials or adjust the production line? He's just wasting his time!"

The two men spoke in unison, subtly encouraging Wang Wei to take the lead.

Wang Wei's hand, hidden under the table, clenched tightly, his nails almost digging into his palm. The anger in his chest felt like a red-hot iron, making his heart feel heavy.

He knew better than anyone that these two were afraid that the new leader would threaten their interests.

Zhao Dezhu's procurement records were always vague, and Qian Maocai's production workshop also harbored many "old rules".

Before he became general manager, he often interacted with the two of them, and they even had a relationship where they would go to get foot massages together.

They each have something on each other that they can use against each other.

So after taking over as general manager, he turned a blind eye to the two of them.

Now, the two of them just want to push him to the front as a shield.

He's not some pushover who'll suddenly become arrogant just because someone provokes him.

"What's the rush?" Wang Wei slowly released his grip, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

The scalding hot tea slid down my throat, just enough to calm my restlessness.

He forced a composed smile onto his face.

His tone was as calm as if he were talking about the weather. "Mr. Jiang is the boss of the company. Hiring professionals is for the good of the company. We have followed Brother Jianming for so many years for the Jiang family's business, not for any particular position."

Upon hearing this, both Zhao Dezhu and Qian Maocai were stunned.

They didn't expect Wang Wei, who had always been a champion of rights, to be so "Buddhist-like".

This is obviously not right.

Having been in these positions for so long, none of the three of them dared to say they were completely clean.

If Wang Wei is ousted from his position, how much less benefit will he receive each month?

Qian Maocai wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the look Wang Wei gave him.

There was no anger in his eyes, only a bottomless calm that inexplicably made him feel uneasy.

Only Wang Wei himself knew that his calmness was something he had to forcefully suppress.

At this moment, his fingertips were pressed against Jiang Cheng's profile picture on the WeChat screen of his phone, and his heart was like a turbulent sea.

He remembered Jiang Jianming patting him on the shoulder and saying, "The company will depend on you from now on."

I also remember the hard work I put in, traveling through three provinces overnight to keep my clients engaged.

Although Jiang Jianming has made a lot of money with him over the years, the fact that two people have been parachuted in to take over is not only a usurpation of power, but also a complete denial of his efforts over the years.

A chilling hatred crept up my spine.

It took root deep in my heart.

He couldn't swallow this insult.

But he knew even better that if he stood up to oppose it now, he would only be labeled as "arrogant and obstructing the company's development," and Jiang Cheng would have a good reason to kick him out completely.

He understood better than anyone that those who stick their neck out never have a good ending.

"The notice said that the two new general managers will be in place tomorrow," Wang Wei said, putting down his teacup, his tone still calm.

He looked at Zhao Dezhu and said, "Dezhu, make sure to organize the purchasing department's records for the past year, especially the supplier contracts for bulk raw materials. The new general manager will definitely review them tomorrow. Maocai, quickly complete the safety hazard investigation report for the production workshop, as well as last month's production capacity data. Don't make any mistakes."

After a pause, his gaze swept over the two bewildered faces.

He added, "We are veterans of the Jiang family, and we must act like them. Now that the new CEO is here, we should cooperate well and not let people say we are abusing our seniority."

Zhao Dezhu and Qian Maocai looked at each other in bewilderment.

However, neither of them spoke again.

He could only nod with a stiff face.

After composing himself, Wang Wei picked up his coat from the back of the chair, turned around, and walked out of the conference room.

But as soon as he stepped out, the smile on his lips vanished instantly.

His eyes were as cold as ice.

He took out his phone, found a number in his contacts labeled "Accountant Zhang," and hovered his fingertip over the dial button.

The new official took office three fires.

He wanted to see just how capable these two "top talents" really were.

Furthermore, Jiang Cheng needs to understand that the foundation of Jiangtai Building Materials is not something he can simply replace at will...

After Jiang Cheng finished explaining things, he lay down on the bed and started scrolling through his phone.

After opening his WeChat Moments, Jiang Cheng saw that Big Secret, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, had actually posted it.

The picture is of someone wearing sunglasses standing on the Tsinghua University campus, with a few green leaves in the background, suggesting the feeling of the Qingming Festival.

After reading it, Jiang Cheng quickly gave it a thumbs up and then scrolled down.

Scrolling down, you'll see posts from Zhong Chuxi.

Zhong Chuxi: Ancestors, please check this.

Zhong Chuxi: [Attached image]

Jiang Cheng clicked to take a look and saw that she had posted a handwritten wish list.

1. Please bless me so I don't fail my exams. 2. Please bless me to win five million in the lottery. 3. Please bless me to become a rich woman. 4. Please bless me to meet a handsome and wealthy man who treats me very well. 5. Please bless me to become extremely wealthy!!

There are already some comments below her post.

Jiang Yun: "Haha, I'll get one next year too."

Huang Xiaoli: "Are you allowed to burn paper money here? We won't allow it."

After reading it, Jiang Cheng didn't give it a thumbs up, but instead typed a comment.

Jiang Cheng: "Your ancestor only went up the mountain, he didn't get listed on the Investiture of the Gods..."

After finishing the first round, Jiang Cheng started scrolling down again.

I saw that Zhou Ying sent me a photo of a Buddhist temple, along with a caption of three candles.

Jiang Cheng: My dear, Happy Qingming Festival.

Jiang Cheng deleted the comment immediately after posting it.

Qiao Dou Ma Die! Something's wrong!!

Jiang Cheng could only apologize; he was used to copying and pasting "Happy Holidays" comments to a bunch of girls.

So I just typed it out unconsciously.

Saying "Happy Qingming Festival" is like asking your ex-girlfriend to send you a red envelope on Qingming Festival—it's like she's out of her mind.

Jiang Cheng deleted the comment immediately and then re-commented.

Jiang Cheng gave him a hug, saying, "I'll come find you as soon as I get back."

After posting, I scrolled down again.

The following two are updates from Huang Zhengfa, the CEO of Pinduoduo.

He posted about Pinduoduo's coupon promotion for the Qingming Festival.

Jiang Cheng commented on Huang Zheng: "President Huang is truly dedicated. If you don't succeed, who will? [Thumbs up]"

After commenting, the next post I saw was Wu Kun's update.

Wu Kun: "It's really a shady business. They urged me to come back during Qingming Festival but didn't reimburse my travel expenses. That's one thing, but after a bunch of relatives gathered together to pay their respects early this morning, they're now playing mahjong. They're not even cooking, and I'm expected to serve them tea and water. Tell me, can I resist in this situation?"

Wu Kun: [Attached image.]

Jiang Cheng clicked on it and took a look. The pictures Wu Kun posted had a strong Guangdong and Guangxi flavor.

Several red plastic chairs surrounded the mahjong table, and the house was decorated mainly with mahogany furniture.

Wang Jian commented on Wu Kun: "I laughed, you laughed so hard..."

Jiang Cheng: "I'll teach you a trick. At this time, all you need to do is pick up the ancestral tablets behind them, stand aside and serve them tea and water, and the matter will be resolved."

As soon as Jiang Cheng sent this message, Wu Kun replied to Jiang Cheng: "Brother Cheng... are you sure I won't get riddled with bullets?"

Jiang Cheng replied to Wu Kun: "This move is risky, but the chances of success are high..."