I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Jiang Chen slammed the drawing paper on the table and turned to look at the three old men.

"This is it."

The moment he finished speaking, the conference room fell silent for a full three seconds.

Second Uncle Jiang Jianmin was the first to react. He stared down at the drawing paper, muttering to himself for a long time before swallowing back the words "too shabby".

It wasn't because he was persuaded.

It was because he had just remembered—the idea was Su Qing's.

Who is Su Qing? She is Chenzi's fiancée, his future boss's wife.

At this critical juncture, if he were to say "no," it's uncertain whether Chenzi would remember it later, but this girl would definitely remember it.

The second uncle swallowed his anger, his expression changed, and he gave Su Qing a thumbs-up.

"Wow!" He slapped his thigh. "Su girl has such good taste! I told you, this stuff has to be high-end, and the more I look at it, the more it suits my taste! The more I look at it, the more it resembles, yes, the ethereal beauty from a painting!"

Su Qing looked up at him but didn't say anything.

Jiang Jianwen couldn't sit still any longer.

He quietly pushed the dusty earthenware pot closer to his legs, cleared his throat, closed his folding fan, and slammed it on the table.

"Brilliant!" He shook his head. "The greatest truths are the simplest! This is true aesthetics! I actually wanted to design in this direction just now, but..."

He paused for a moment.

"Great minds think alike."

Jiang Chen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and didn't reply.

He slowed down the pace of putting the cup down, not wanting anyone to see the curve of his lips.

Seeing that things were not going well, Jiang Qiming quickly followed suit.

He pressed the stack of red papers under his knees and said seriously, "I think this white label is also wonderful. White represents purity and cleanliness, which echoes the 'Jiang's Conscience' sign at the entrance of our factory."

He nodded, looking as if he had already figured it out.

"That's called using beauty to symbolize virtue—brilliant!"

Jiang Chen glanced at him but didn't say anything.

I silently translated the phrase "using color to symbolize virtue" in my mind and came to the conclusion that: Teacher Jiang, that stack of red papers with the words "You will definitely succeed in the exam" is still under your legs.

The three old men surrounded the drawing paper, each offering their own opinion, changing all the arguments they had made against each other and leaning towards Su Qing's plan.

The wind direction changed faster than an electric fan.

Jiang Chen sat in the main seat, tapping his fingers on the table. Finally, he looked up and spoke directly.

"Su Qing".

Su Qing was writing something in her notebook with her head down when she heard someone call her, and she looked up.

"Um?"

Jiang Chen leaned back in his chair and, in front of the three old men, said, word by word, "Your proposal is the only usable thing in the meeting room today."

He paused.

"Not only is she good-looking, but her aesthetic sense is top-notch in our village. You've done a great job this time."

Su Qing never expected him to say that in front of so many people.

She was stunned for less than a second.

Then the redness on her face started from her cheekbones, spread upwards to her ears, and then down to the base of her neck, so fast that she didn't even have time to react.

She lowered her head, her fingers scratching at the edge of the table, making a muffled sound.

"I just drew it casually, as long as you find it useful."

My second uncle, Jiang Jianmin, was standing nearby, his eyes gleaming.

He's lived for over forty years; he's all too familiar with this atmosphere.

He immediately took a step forward and raised his voice a notch.

"Chenzi is right! Su girl is now the living advertisement for our Jiang family! If this packaging sells like hotcakes, Su Qing will get the lion's share of the credit! I'm putting it out there!"

As he spoke, he nudged Jiang Jianwen, who was standing next to him, with his elbow.

"Don't you think so?"

Jiang Jianwen was bumped, but he realized what was happening and quickly followed.

"Of course! Aesthetic sense is something that can't be forced; Miss Su was born with this discerning eye."

Jiang Qiming nodded as well.

"If Su girl has any ideas in the future, just tell us directly, and we old men will fully cooperate."

The meeting room, which was just a mess a moment ago, is now filled with praise for Su Qing.

Su Qing was so flattered by these people that she lowered her head further and further, wishing she could disappear into the crack of the table.

She knew these people had just been arguing heatedly, but now they were behaving like this. Those who knew, knew.

But she just couldn't remain indifferent.

My ears were burning hot.

Jiang Chen glanced at her from the side, said nothing, and turned his gaze to Wang Dagou.

"Did you write it down?"

Wang Dagou stood at the door, holding a notebook, having already taken a picture of Su Qing's drawing paper.

"Got it, Brother Chen! I'll contact the packaging factory this afternoon!"

"The first batch will be 100,000 units," Jiang Chen said. "You must show me samples before shipping. If this delays the market launch, you'll have to think twice."

Wang Dagou tucked the notebook under his arm and nodded vigorously.

"Understood! I guarantee there won't be any mistakes!"

"Alright, that's it."

Jiang Chen waved his hand.

The three old men felt as if they had been granted a pardon and stood up to pack their belongings.

My second uncle quickly stuffed the gold brick sample into a bag, as if he didn't want anyone to see it.

Jiang Jianwen wrapped the earthenware pot in a handkerchief, tucked it into his pocket, and walked out with his back ramrod straight, showing no sign that he had been annoyed by the word "burial goods" for a while.

Jiang Qiming folded the stack of red paper, stuffed it into his cloth bag, zipped it up, picked up the bag, and left. Before leaving, he nodded to Su Qing, meaning "The younger generation is formidable."

People gradually left the meeting room.

Su Qing slowed down as she tidied up the notebooks on the table.

After most of the people had left, she tucked the notebook into her chest, stood up, and walked towards the door.

Jiang Chen happened to walk around from the main seat, and the two passed each other at the door of the conference room.

He didn't say anything profound; he just kept his head down, lowered his voice, and said a few words.

"Well done, you've kept your true abilities hidden."

Su Qing paused for a moment.

She didn't turn around, but simply moved a step to the side, increasing the distance by half a step.

"None of your business."

After saying that, she picked up her notebook, her face flushed, and left.