Huashang Clothing headquarters office building, 8th floor, Chairman's office.
"Knock, knock, knock—" The sound of knocking at the door is heard.
"Please come in." He Jingping extinguished the cigarette in his hand and looked up.
He Zhihui and Financial Director Li Mingjie walked quickly into the room.
"Dad." "Chairman He."
He Jingping nodded, signaling them to sit down.
He Zhihui, in contrast to his usual casual demeanor, actively poured tea for the three of them.
"How did things go? Are the people sent off?" He Jingping picked up his teacup and took a sip.
He Zhihui curled his lips, "Finally gone, the commotion was so big, anyone who didn't know would think our company was going through a listing audit! Especially that Tang Song—didn't show up from start to finish, just sent people to slow down the company's operational efficiency."
"Alright, say less!" He Jingping spoke sternly, then turned to Li Mingjie and asked, "Mingjie, is there no problem?"
