Inheritance of Two Trillion-Chapter 656: Invitation from the Enemy_1

The person who hit Yin was named Jiang Beicheng.

At this moment, Jiang Beicheng was looking at Yin furiously, wishing he could just kill him.

Yin, holding his face, looked at his current boss with fear, filled with incessant regret inside.

Originally, he had left this company; he had known all along about the ruthless nature of this boss.

What a pity, over the years, he had forgotten!

Yin had been working for Zhao Qianze, where he was treated with all due respect, and Zhao Qianze had trusted him immensely. It was definitely a job worthy of loyalty.

Unfortunately, Jiang Beicheng sent people to approach Yin privately multiple times, using a high salary as bait, and even offered him a sum of money he couldn’t refuse.

Yin’s heart swayed in that moment, prostrating himself before the allure of money.

Since the formula wasn’t registered or recorded, and it didn’t even have a name, all evidence that could be considered substantial was in his hands. Destroying the evidence would be a piece of cake, and even if Zhao Qianze wanted to sue him, it wouldn’t stick.

That’s why Yin dared to do it.

But who would have thought that retribution would come so swiftly!

"If you don’t give me an explanation, don’t even think about mixing in this circle again. I’ll send you to jail!" Jiang Beicheng threatened fiercely.

Yin’s expression turned bitter, "Boss, this really is the core product of that Zhao family. To develop it, they invested a huge amount of money, hired a lot of researchers, and bought many instruments from abroad. You know all of this. You’ve also verified this perfume yourself and you agreed that it’s top-notch. That’s true, right!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Beicheng snorted coldly, his expression slightly clearing.

Indeed, all the experts on their side had confirmed that this perfume was definitely top-notch.

This couldn’t be wrong.

"Could it be that woman with the surname Zhao has other stock?" Jiang Beicheng speculated.

"Impossible!" Yin denied categorically, "They couldn’t figure out the formula back then; Mr. Zhao... oh, no, that woman with the surname Zhao even thought about giving up the competition. You tell me, where would she have stock of a new formula? She even spent five million hiring someone to smell the perfume and identify the materials..."

"Smell the perfume to identify the materials?" Jiang Beicheng frowned, glancing at Yin, "I haven’t heard you mention this before!"

Yin was at a loss for words momentarily.

He had slipped up.

In order to show off his ability to Jiang Beicheng, he had taken all the credit for reconstructing the formula.

Now, he had let it slip.

Yin didn’t dare to hide it any longer and spilled everything.

"Oh? There’s such a strange person!" Jiang Beicheng’s eyes lit up with shock and then narrowed, "You’re not lying to me, are you!"

"How dare I, boss! If I were to lie about something so mystical, wouldn’t you see right through me at once?" Yin said in a panic.

"Hmph, I wouldn’t put it past you!" Jiang Beicheng snorted coldly.

But then his eyes sparkled, "Could it be that it’s a new formula provided by that person!"

Upon saying this, Yin suddenly slapped his thigh, "Possible! Very possible, boss, you’re brilliant, to even think of that!"

Jiang Beicheng sneered with a barely concealed pride on his face.

Yet Yin had a sneaky look in his eyes, muttering to himself: Whatever you say! Damn it, as long as it’s not my problem, that’s fine!

Jiang Beicheng pondered for a moment, as if considering something.

Then he clapped his hands, startling Yin into reflexively covering his face.

That slap really hurt!

Jiang Beicheng didn’t even glance at him, as if talking to himself, "It seems I need to meet with that woman with the surname Zhao, have a talk!"

Ah?

Yin was taken aback.

With the situation as it was, what was there to talk about?! Could they even sit down and have a discussion!

He was deeply skeptical.

"In this world, there’s nothing absolutely impossible!" Jiang Beicheng gave him a look, snorted with a laugh, and said, "For a mature businessman, hatred is the cheapest commodity."

The next day.

As usual, Bai Xiaosheng hurried to the company to deal with the day’s affairs.

He had arranged to have lunch with Officer Feng Li.

"Weiwei, I need to step out at noon, so I’ll leave the place in your capable hands," Bai Xiaosheng said to Lin Weiwei as she brought him coffee.

"Sure," Lin Weiwei agreed cheerfully.

Just as she was about to leave, Bai Xiaosheng called her back.

"This is for you." Bai Xiaosheng tossed her a delicate little spray bottle.

"What is this? Perfume!" Lin Weiwei exclaimed in surprise, playing with it.

As she spoke, she lightly sprayed it on her snow-white wrist, sniffed it, and her expression went through several changes, looking enraptured, until she finally snapped out of it.

"Wow, this perfume..."

Lin Weiwei didn’t know quite how to describe it, feeling as if she were surrounded by a profusion of blooming flowers.

"Do you like it? If so, that’s great. You’re the first person to try this sample I made," Bai Xiaosheng smiled up at her, then went back to looking at his documents.

"I love it!" Lin Weiwei said, cheeks slightly flushed, with a shy look as she gazed at Bai Xiaosheng before leaving.

That day, wherever Lin Weiwei went, those close to her were enraptured.

"What perfume are you wearing? It smells so sweet and lovely!"

The indescribable reactions of the people were the highest form of praise.

Lin Weiwei smiled without a word, lively and spirited all day.

After handling some work in his office, Bai Xiaosheng’s cellphone rang, and he glanced at it before answering.

It was Zhao Qianze calling.

The day before, Zhao Qianze had called him a dozen times to offer thanks, and had even offered herself in return.

"Zhao, if you’re still going to talk about thanks, then I’m hanging up," Bai Xiaosheng said preemptively this time.

On the other end, Zhao Qianze laughed.

"What, are you tired of my gratitude?" Zhao Qianze asked in a reproachful voice.

"Not at all, but I just feel that it’s completely unnecessary," Bai Xiaosheng replied with a smile.

"Bai, this time, I have something to discuss with you," Zhao Qianze continued. "That company who stole our formula—their general manager Jiang Beicheng wants to meet with me for a chat."

Oh?

Bai Xiaosheng was instantly intrigued, "What do they want to talk about?"

"On the phone, Mr. Jiang only said to talk things through, and mentioned that if we reach an agreement, he might return the formula to us."

Bai Xiaosheng laughed, "Interesting. Go ahead and talk to them, then."

"Would you come with me? This afternoon." Zhao Qianze’s sweet, soft voice was hard to refuse.

"This afternoon?"

Bai Xiaosheng wasn’t bewitched, and regretfully said, "I’ve already made plans with someone else, so I probably can’t make it."

"Ah, what should I do then? I’m just a weak woman facing a cunning and dangerous opponent. What if I get deceived again? What would I do then?" Zhao Qianze said, sounding pitifully vulnerable.

"Sister, please stop messing around, will you?" Bai Xiaosheng said, half laughing, half crying. "Did you buy your position as a general manager? At your age, to have made it this far in our group, I should be worried for them."

"Hmph, no sympathy. I’m hanging up, and I’ll treat you to a meal later," Zhao Qianze’s voice hardened, and she hung up with a huff.

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head helplessly.

"Luckily, Officer Feng Li isn’t like that!"

Feng Li wasn’t indeed, but she also had a troublesome fellow following her around.

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