From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

The office is spacious and bright, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows covering an entire wall, offering a panoramic view of the bustling streets of Sheng'an City.

Behind the solid wood desk, Feng Qianyi lowered her eyes to review documents, her right hand holding a fountain pen, the nib drawing a smooth signature on the paper.

Even when someone pushed the door open and came in, she didn't even lift her eyelids, exuding an aura of indifference that kept strangers at bay.

"President Feng."

Lu Yunzhou called out softly.

"Please have a seat and wait for me to finish."

Feng Qianyi didn't even look up, her tone calm.

Lu Yunzhou could only shrug, turn around and walk to the sofa next to him to sit down, his gaze involuntarily falling on her.

This woman is so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off her even when she's engrossed in her work.

Today, she tied her long, black hair back with a hairpin, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate profile. Her face had the charm of a classical beauty, and the coolness between her brows and eyes added a sense of distance.

She was wearing a black and white sleeveless suit dress, revealing her rounded shoulders and two slender, straight arms, her skin dazzlingly white.

Of all the women Lu Yunzhou had ever met, Feng Qianyi was definitely in the top three. She was beautiful, had great poise, and possessed skills that were hard for ordinary people to match.

pity.

Lu Yunzhou sighed inwardly.

It's such a rare beauty that she doesn't know how to cherish herself and is willing to climb the social ladder through shady means. It's truly a pity.

Lu Yunzhou sat on the sofa for almost twenty minutes, and a sense of impatience gradually rose in his heart.

Just as he was about to speak, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

The female assistant, Xiaoya, rushed in, her face pale, exclaiming in a panic, "President Feng, something's happened! Something terrible has occurred!"

Feng Qianyi paused, her brows furrowing instantly, and her tone turned serious: "What is it?"

Xiaoya, panting heavily, spoke rapidly: "A huge crowd has gathered downstairs at the company, clamoring to see you!"

"And...and several people poured gasoline on themselves, threatening to set the place on fire downstairs if you didn't see them!"

"ignition?"

Upon hearing those two words, Feng Qianyi's expression changed drastically.

Forget about her work, she got up and quickly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down.

Lu Yunzhou also got up curiously and followed her, looking down in the direction she was looking.

Sure enough, a dozen or so people were gathered outside the Fengming Group building. They were holding banners and shouting at the top of their lungs, while several reporters carrying cameras were filming the crowd.

Feng Qianyi then turned to Xiaoya and instructed, "Xiaoya, go down immediately and invite them all up. Make sure to appease them properly and absolutely do not let them do anything rash."

"clear!"

Xiaoya quickly turned around and ran out.

Lu Yunzhou turned to look at Feng Qianyi, his tone tinged with doubt: "President Feng, judging from this situation, do you owe them money?"

Feng Qianyi turned around, looking puzzled: "How did you know?"

"It says so on the banner."

Lu Yunzhou spoke in a flat tone.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qianyi's eyes flashed with surprise, and she subconsciously looked out the window again.

The distance wasn't close; even with her eyesight, she could only make out the general outline of the banner, not the words on it. Yet Lu Yunzhou could see it clearly, which surprised her greatly.

She sighed softly, her tone grave: "This matter is complicated, not as you think. You'll understand when they come up."

The two waited in silence for about ten minutes.

The office door was pushed open, and Xiaoya led in a dozen or so migrant workers dressed in shabby clothes and covered in dust.

The leader was a man in his fifties with gray hair, a wrinkled face, and clothes that were washed until they were faded and covered in mud.

Most of the people following behind also looked haggard, their eyes filled with anxiety and anger, and a few of them still had a faint smell of gasoline on them.

"Xiaoya, you take the security guards out first, I'll handle things here."

Feng Qianyi said to Xiaoya.

"But Ms. Feng, they..."

"It's okay, don't worry, I can handle it."

Feng Qianyi waved her hand.

Xiaoya could only retreat with the security guards at the entrance.

Only Feng Qianyi, Lu Yunzhou, and a dozen or so migrant workers remained in the office, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Feng Qianyi looked at the group of people in front of her and said in a calm tone, "Gentlemen, you must be workers from the East Suburb Resort project, right?"

The man in his fifties who was leading the group nodded hurriedly, his tone urgent: "That's right!"

"Boss Feng, we're here today to get our wages. We're not leaving until today!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a thin young man next to him shouted excitedly, "That's right! We've worked for over half a year and haven't received a single penny of wages. We can't survive!"

The man in his fifties reddened his eyes, pleaded, and choked with emotion, "President Feng, please, please settle our wages!"

"My wife is still in the hospital, urgently needing money for surgery. Our child is still in school. Our whole family is counting on this money to save their lives..."

Feng Qianyi frowned deeply as she looked at their haggard and anxious appearance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I understand your feelings and know that you have had a tough time. The East Suburb Resort is indeed a project of our Fengming Group."

"But your wages have already been fully paid by our Fengming Group to the contracting company where you work. It is the contracting company that has not paid you wages, not our Fengming Group that is in arrears with your wages."

"Bullshit! You're lying!"

The gaunt young man immediately retorted angrily, "Our boss said that Fengming Group isn't allocating funds to them, which is why he doesn't have money to pay our salaries!"

"You capitalists are deliberately withholding our hard-earned money, thinking we're uneducated and easy to fool, right?"

"Exactly! We've approached the contractor several times, but he just can't come up with a single penny..."

"If we don't see the money today, don't push us to the brink! We'd rather die together!"

Some people in the crowd echoed, their emotions rising again, each with an angry expression and a resolute look in their eyes.

Feng Qianyi seemed to have a headache, rubbed her temples, and patiently explained.

"Don't worry, I'll send someone to your contracting company right away to investigate the situation and verify the flow of funds."

"I guarantee that you will receive your wages in full, not a single penny less. Please rest assured about that."

"We're not comfortable with this! Don't think we're stupid. You always say you'll investigate and verify, but in the end, you just keep delaying things."

"We have to see the money today, or we're not leaving!"

The gaunt young man shouted, his neck stiff.

"Give me my money back! Give me my money back! Give me my money back!"

The gaunt young man was the first to shout.

A group of people echoed this sentiment, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.