One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

Feng Zhenghao smiled, but it wasn't the professional smile he gave to clients in a business setting. Instead, it was the kind of smile a leader would give when looking at a reliable frontline employee—a smile tinged with satisfaction and reassurance.

Then he turned around and walked towards the revolving door, his back straight and composed, and soon disappeared behind the glass doors of the building.

Old Zhou watched the chairman's figure disappear behind the revolving door before taking his hand down from the brim of his hat, the smile still lingering on his lips.

He turned back to the guard post and whispered to the young security guard next to him, "Bonus at the end of the month." Immediately, a restrained but irrepressible cheer erupted from the guard post.

……

Feng Xingtong had been waiting in the sofa area of ​​the company lobby for half a day.

He sat on the expensive leather sofa, legs crossed, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees, tapping the left side then the right, then the right side then the left, his expression changing from anxious to even more anxious.

The moment he saw Feng Zhenghao walk in through the revolving door, he sprang up from the sofa and ran to Feng Zhenghao, almost slipping on the smooth marble floor.

"Dad, have the two leaders left?"

Feng Xingtong's voice was very low, but the urgency and tension in her tone were almost overflowing.

He glanced behind Feng Zhenghao as he asked, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one else was at the door.

Looking at the panicked expression on his son's face, Feng Zhenghao calmly nodded: "Let's go."

Then he paused, his brow furrowing very subtly—not with anger, but with the instinctive reaction of a father seeing his son so agitated, "What happened now?"

Feng Xingtong took a deep breath, as if mentally preparing herself, and then blurted out her words in one breath, speaking so quickly as if afraid she wouldn't finish: "Dad, I wanted to say something when you came out of the office, but with the two leaders there, I didn't dare to speak. Xu Si, the head of the company's North China region, arrested my older sister too! The charge is suspect—assaulting a leader! She was taken away along with Zhang Chulan and Jia Zhengyu, who was lying on the ground bleeding! What do we do?"

Feng Zhenghao remained silent for a moment.

He stood there, his gaze passing over the crystal chandelier in the lobby and landing on the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the distance. Outside the window was the Tianjin skyline, with towering buildings and bustling traffic.

When he was silent, he was very quiet, and that quietness only intensified Feng Xingtong's anxiety.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud but steady, like tapping a chessboard lightly with his fingers while playing a game of chess: "Your sister is just too impulsive; she can't seem to change that temper. She actually got into a fight with Zhang Chulan and even ripped the roof off the office—now that it's happened, we need to find a way to resolve it. The matter hasn't been settled yet, so don't panic."

He paused, then looked at his son's face, his tone shifting from感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion) to 嘱咐 (zhǔfù, admonition), each word carrying the dual weight of a father and a leader: "What we need to do now is wait for news. This is the wisest thing to do, in this special time—do you understand? Rushing won't help, and panicking will be even more useless. The more anxious you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes; the more panicked you are, the easier it is for others to find fault with you."

Feng Xingtong nodded, but the worry on her face had not completely disappeared.

Feng Zhenghao looked at him and said another sentence, his tone still calm and composed, but the content of his words made Feng Xingtong pause for a moment: "Oh, by the way, make arrangements immediately—rearrange all the staff upstairs in the office building, and make sure they're not active on the top floor anymore. Starting today, that will be our private living space. Tell everyone that the top floor is under renovation and the elevator is under maintenance, so it's temporarily closed."

Feng Xingtong's eyes widened, her face filled with confusion and bewilderment.

He tilted his head, but couldn't help asking, "Dad, why? There are so many offices and equipment on the top floor; rearranging them is a huge undertaking..."

Feng Zhenghao turned around to face Feng Xingtong, reached out and pressed on his son's shoulder, the pressure was not heavy but his palm was very steady.

When he spoke, his voice still carried the tone of a father instructing his son, but every word carried a deeper meaning, as if he were teaching his son a lesson more important than business school: "Xing Tong, don't judge things by appearances. That Zhang Chulan is far stronger than you two. He's very shrewd, and his character is far greater than yours and your sister's—he can bend and stretch, he's softer than anyone when he's vulnerable, and ruthless than anyone when he's tough. Your sister must have arranged a 'female technician' for him, right?"

Feng Xingtong's expression froze for a moment, her lips moved, but she didn't dare to say anything.

Feng Zhenghao didn't pursue the matter, but simply shook his head and continued, his tone now carrying a layer of insight and foresight that only someone with experience could possess: "Once Zhang Chulan returns, he will definitely report the entire process to his superiors in the utmost detail, like a work report, without omitting a single word or adding a single lie, using the most honest method to protect himself. Therefore, we must be cautious. From now on, similar things must not happen again. At this critical juncture—go."

Feng Xingtong nodded, turned around and was about to leave when Feng Zhenghao's voice rang out from behind her, steady and powerful, as if an important supplementary clause had been added: "Xingtong, after you've made the arrangements, come to my office. I have something to say to you."

"Yes, Dad, I'll get right on it!"

Feng Xingtong nodded vigorously, turned around and strode quickly toward the elevator. Her steps were more brisk than before, and the anxiety on her face was replaced by a clear sense of purpose.

……

Meanwhile, the black special armored sedan was driving smoothly on the Beijing-Tianjin Expressway.

The scenery outside the car window gradually changed from the skyscrapers of Tianjin to the green belts and farmland on both sides of the highway. The sunlight filtered through the bulletproof glass into a soft, warm tone, spreading a comfortable halo inside the car.

In the passenger seat, the soldier who had just fired two shots at Jia Zhengyu's knee in the top-floor office of the World Society was now slightly turned to face the back row, holding an encrypted tablet computer, and concisely reporting the situation to Zhuge Ming in a standard oral report format.

His voice regained its usual calm and professionalism, but every word conveyed a soldier's absolute obedience and precise execution to his superior: "Sir, this is the situation. All personnel involved at the scene, including the man who fell from the sky, the woman who broke into the office area, and the red-haired man who attempted to attack you, have been taken away by Comrade Xu Si as suspects, classified as individuals suspected of assaulting the commander, and brought back to the North China Regional Company for further interrogation. The scene is now under control, and there has been no social impact."

Zhuge Ming leaned back in the leather seat, his hands crossed on his knees, his gaze calmly fixed on the windshield.

After listening to the report, he nodded slightly and then spoke.