Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

At 8:30 that morning, Zhuge Qi was already sitting in his office.

On the table in front of him was a printed document with several key points circled in red pen, and next to it was a dark blue folder with no words written on the cover.

As I had expected, there was no progress in the investigation by the North China Regional Archives Management Office.

Therefore, I did not get too involved in this matter, which gave North China enough face while leaving myself enough room to maneuver.

The theft of the files may also involve some high-ranking figures.

However, without concrete evidence, even if you have the deep trust of President Zhao, you cannot make accusations without evidence.

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Ma Hong peeked through the door and saw that the section chief had already started working, so he came in and asked, "Section Chief, what time do we leave?"

"Around 9:30, allow half an hour for the journey," Zhuge Qi said without looking up. "Have Liu Yanyan change into clean and tidy clothes, and get ready to leave."

Ma Hong responded and turned to leave.

The office fell silent again.

Zhuge Qi closed the folder, leaned back in his chair, and stared at a point on the ceiling, as if he were organizing his thoughts.

Xu Si called for help yesterday, and just as I expected, he was turned down.

He had long planned things out regarding the World Society.

Feng Zhenghao is shrewd, capable, good at business, and knows how to assess situations. He can be considered a representative of young talents among the Ten Elders.

But Tianxiahui has expanded too quickly in recent years, and Feng Zhenghao's ambition has also expanded. He began to feel that the bridle the company had given him was a bit too tight, and he wanted to loosen the reins.

Someone else might have turned a blind eye and let it go, but the company can't.

The Ten Elders system is an important tool used by the company to manage the world of supernatural beings. Each of the Ten Elders' positions is established through careful design and support.

The company went to great lengths to promote Feng Zhenghao, not so that he could just fly away once he's become independent.

If you let Tianxiahui break free of its shackles today, the other companies will follow suit tomorrow. Wouldn't that make the management system that the company has spent decades building up a joke?

Therefore, Feng Zhenghao's idea must be pursued.

But the way you fight needs to be carefully considered, after all, your opponent is now considered one of the Ten Elders.

We can't let people think the company is suppressing the forces of the extraordinary, nor can we let Feng Zhenghao feel that he has been driven to a dead end.

Zhuge Qi stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the cars going to work in the courtyard below. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

Feng Zhenghao should also know that his visit today was definitely not just for Zhang Chulan, a recent graduate.

The real issue to be discussed on this trip is the unresolved debt between the Tianxia Society and the company.

At 9:30 a.m., Zhuge Qi set off on time with Ma Hong and Liu Yanyan.

Today, Liu Yanyan changed into a dark gray thin jacket and black trousers, and tied her hair into a neat ponytail. She looked much more energetic than before.

She sat in the back seat by the window, watching the street scenes rushing past outside the window with some nervousness, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.

"Nervous?" Ma Hong asked casually, sitting next to her.

"Yes... a little." Liu Yanyan honestly admitted, "Feng Zhenghao from the World Society, he's one of the Ten Elders. I've heard of him before, he's a pretty powerful person."

"Don't worry, the section chief is here." Ma Hong grinned.

Looking at Zhuge Qi's back in the row in front of her, Liu Yanyan felt a little more at ease.

Although she hadn't known this section chief for long, his calm and collected demeanor, no matter what happened, naturally inspired a sense of trust in him.

It seems that no matter how big the matter is, he can handle it perfectly.

The van drove through the city of Tianjin and soon entered a relatively bustling commercial area.

The headquarters of the World Society was located in a detached twelve-story office building, with the three large metal characters "World Society" standing on the roof, gleaming in the morning sun.

Several black sedans and a limousine were parked in the square in front of the building, looking quite impressive.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the building, someone came out to greet us.

A middle-aged man in a dark blue suit strode forward, smiling broadly as he opened the door of the van: "Section Chief Zhuge, welcome, welcome! Chairman Feng is already waiting for you upstairs, please follow me."

Zhuge Qi nodded slightly in acknowledgment and stepped out of the carriage.

He wore a dark gray casual suit with a white shirt underneath, without a tie. He looked a little more casual than usual, but his calm and reserved demeanor remained unchanged.

He glanced back at Ma Hong and Liu Yanyan, signaling them to follow, and then followed the man in the suit into the building.

The lobby of the World Society was spacious and bright, with marble floors so polished they reflected images. The front desk staff, dressed in uniform, greeted Zhuge Qi and his party with polite nods.

The elevator doors opened, and the man in the suit stepped aside and gestured for them to enter: "President Feng is waiting for you in the meeting room on the eleventh floor."

The elevator smoothly ascended to the eleventh floor. As soon as the doors opened, several neatly trimmed green plants were placed on both sides of the corridor, and a faint aroma of tea wafted in the air.

Not far ahead, a double wooden door was open, and standing in the doorway was a tall, kind-faced middle-aged man, Feng Zhenghao, one of the Ten Elders and the leader of the World Society.

He wore a light gray Chinese-style stand-up collar coat, exuding a refined and gentle demeanor, and his smile was warm; he looked like a cultured businessman.

But the occasional glint of light in those eyes hidden behind the glasses revealed that this person was far more complex than he appeared.

"Section Chief Zhuge!" Feng Zhenghao stepped forward and extended his hand. "Welcome, welcome. I've been wanting to talk to you in person for a long time, but I haven't found a suitable opportunity until today. I'm so glad you've come."

Zhuge Qi extended his hand and shook hands with him, his smile perfectly timed: "President Feng, you're too kind. Speaking of which, Tianxia Society and our company have a long-standing relationship. Over the years, President Feng has managed Tianxia Society so well, and our General Manager Zhao often mentions you."

"Mr. Zhao, you flatter me." Feng Zhenghao laughed and gestured for him to come in. "Come, come, come in and sit down. I just brewed a pot of Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao tea. It's nothing special, but the water is excellent. Please try it."

The two entered the reception room one after the other.

This is a spacious and bright room. A set of dark solid wood tea table and chairs is placed by the window. The tea set is complete and the water is boiling.

Several calligraphy and paintings hang on the wall, and to the left is a whole wall of bookshelves filled with all kinds of books, creating an elegant and tasteful atmosphere.

Zhuge Qi sat down opposite him at the tea table, with Ma Hong and Liu Yanyan standing behind him.

Feng Zhenghao also sat down opposite him and skillfully began to warm the cup, wash the tea, and brew it. The whole process was smooth and efficient, showing that he was a veteran of the tea ceremony.

"Does Section Chief Zhuge usually drink tea?" Feng Zhenghao asked casually as he poured tea.

"I'll drink it, but I'm not particular about it." Zhuge Qi took the teacup, picked it up and smelled it. "I can tell the difference between good and bad tea, but I can't explain the nuances of it."

"Haha, drinking tea is all about comfort and relaxation. Being too particular about it defeats the purpose." Feng Zhenghao laughed as he picked up his teacup and took a sip. His gaze, passing through the rising steam, fell on Zhuge Qi's face as he subtly sized up the young section chief opposite him.

To be honest, he had spoken to Zhuge Qi twice on the phone before, but this was the first time they had met in person.

I thought that anyone who dared to come to the headquarters of the World Society alone with only two subordinates was either a reckless fool who didn't know his own limitations, or someone who was really confident.

It now appears to be the latter.

This Section Chief Zhuge looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, but the way he sat there holding his teacup, the tone of his voice, and the composure in his eyes all exuded a maturity far beyond his years, like a veteran cadre who had been immersed in the system for decades.

These kinds of people are the most difficult to deal with.

Feng Zhenghao became more vigilant, but still maintained a warm smile on his face.

"Section Chief Zhuge, you came here today mainly because of Zhang Chulan, right?" He took the initiative to start the conversation, his tone relaxed. "I was just about to tell you, that kid really seems quite good to me, young, clever, and promising."

"Zhang Chulan is naturally one of the reasons I came to see Chairman Feng this time, but I mainly came on behalf of President Zhao to have a heart-to-heart talk with Chairman Feng."

Feng Zhenghao's smile froze for a moment, and his expression instantly became extremely serious.