My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Li Bo arrived at Zhihuai half an hour early this morning. Uncle Zeng reported to him on today's work schedule. There was a meeting at nine o'clock in the morning. After looking at the schedule, Li Bo put it aside and asked Uncle Zeng to pass on the message. Then he stood up from his office chair.

He went downstairs personally, timed it, and waited. Anyone who didn't arrive on time after 8:30 was marked as absent for half a day. This was to establish his authority and make an example of someone.

After giving the instructions, Uncle Zeng brought over a cup of hot chocolate: "Mr. Bo, just tell me what to do."

Li Bo smiled and said, "I was afraid of putting you in a difficult position. After all, Uncle Zeng is a veteran of the company."

Li Bo could have delegated this task to Uncle Zeng or his assistant, but he didn't. When people stay in an environment for a long time, they inevitably develop interpersonal relationships. What others can do, and what they dare to do, depends on Li Bo's methods and the trust his subordinates have in him.

Li Bo, not yet thirty, had become Zhihuai's largest shareholder and president. He knew perfectly well that in the eyes of Zhihuai's pack of wolves and tigers, he was nothing more than a greenhorn, and no fool would be willing to offend anyone for him.

Without authority and rules, nothing can be accomplished.

If Li Bo wants to gain a foothold in Zhihuai, he needs to have his own set of rules.

No sooner had everyone finished registering than Uncle Zeng's phone rang, saying that Vice President Cheng had moved the meeting to nine o'clock, and everyone was now sitting in the conference room waiting for Li Bo.

Just moments before, Li Bo was establishing his authority and cracking down on the company's tardiness culture, and now he's the one who's "late"—this is clearly a slap in the face to Li Bo.

As they got on the elevator, Li Bo asked, "Vice President Cheng is..."

"The son-in-law of the second largest shareholder."

"That rich guy?"

Uncle Zeng was surprised by Li Bo's sharp words. He paused for a second, then nodded: "Yes."

After Zhou Huiyuan's death, Zhou Qian was the most likely person to take over the company, and Vice President Cheng would also be the new president. Unexpectedly, Li Bo appeared out of nowhere, which was really infuriating. No wonder Vice President Cheng tried to trip him up.

But Li Bo didn't take this Vice President Cheng too seriously. He thought he was a rich son-in-law, or rather... a good-for-nothing. Useless people are especially serious about scheming and intrigue, especially petty and narrow-minded men.

Li Bo asked Uncle Zeng to buy some morning tea for the employees who were late, a "slap and a sweet date" approach. He also asked the HR manager to come to his office after the meeting. When the elevator doors opened, he went into the office alone.

As soon as he entered, many people stood up. Vice President Cheng didn't move. He smiled and said, "President Bo, I'm sorry, I have to go on a business trip this noon. I had to reschedule the meeting. I hope I haven't kept you up?"

Li Bo adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses: "As long as everyone is not delayed."

"I've heard that Vice President Cheng is very dedicated to his work, even squeezing in time for the morning meeting. You really work hard," Li Bo said, sitting down. "Where's Vice President Cheng's assistant?"

A man in the crowd raised his hand.

Li Bo gave a forced smile: "Knowing there's a morning meeting, you still let Vice President Cheng go through all this trouble. You have a problem with your work ability. Zhihuai is a leading enterprise in China. Everyone who gets into Zhihuai is selected through multiple rounds of screening. Cherish your job and don't tire out our Vice President Cheng."

Li Bo's words were very sarcastic and unsettling.

No one dared to utter a sound, and the atmosphere in the entire office became heavy.

Li Bo then adopted his usual caring approach: "Has everyone had breakfast? I asked Uncle Zeng to buy some morning tea downstairs. He'll be there in a bit. Let's start the meeting."

Vice President Cheng's face was ashen.

PlatinumRay was just a small, unlisted company with no connections. He didn't know how Li Bo had managed to grow into such a powerful figure. Vice President Cheng was seven or eight years older than Li Bo. When Li Bo was that age, he felt he would have been completely helpless in the face of such a slap in the face.

The current Vice President Cheng is not an easy nut to crack.

At the meeting table, he repeatedly took over power under the pretext that Li Bo was not familiar with Zhihuai, saying things like, "President Bo has just joined the company and may not be familiar with some details yet," and "President Bo has not been in contact with the company's operating costs and projects. This document is urgent, so I will sign it first."

Li Bo had a smile playing on his lips the whole time; the meeting was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Uncle Zeng came to serve morning tea. The meeting was coming to an end. Li Bo said to the project manager, "Send the documents to my office. Vice President Cheng is going on a business trip. We can't keep him working so hard."

The project director hesitated, but still handed the document to Li Bo.

Li Bo is now the company's largest shareholder.

As Vice President Cheng left the office, he muttered under his breath, "Limp!"

The project manager looked grim, but quickly recovered and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Li Bo, carrying a water glass, went to get a cup of hot water. In the break room, he bumped into Vice President Cheng, who was leaning against the wall, blowing on the hot water, his glasses fogging up. Cheng asked with a hint of curiosity, "Vice President Cheng, have you ever owned a dog before?"

Vice President Cheng found this question strange: "No, has President Bo ever kept one?"

Li Bo smiled and said, "I've been raising it recently, but it's not very interesting. It barks too much and is possessive of its food. It needs to be trained."

Vice President Cheng's face darkened. Li Bo's words were implying, both openly and covertly, that the dog was him!

"Mr. Bo, you'd better be careful not to get bitten, that wouldn't feel good."

"I'm trying to train it by tying it tight on the leash, but it's not easy to teach it to guard its food. If all else fails, I'll just let it go hungry for a couple of days."

"Mr. Bo has quite a bit of experience."

"I have some experience in dog training. If Vice President Cheng wants to raise a dog in the future, you can come and ask me for advice." Li Bo left with his water glass, refined and dignified, without uttering a single curse word, even though he cursed more swear than anyone else.

Vice President Cheng suffered setbacks all morning.

Li Bo is really not easy to deal with.

After returning to his office, Li Bo began reviewing documents. Around noon, his phone rang; it was Zhou Yanshao calling.

Li Bo hung up and typed a reply: 【In a meeting, what's up?】

Zhou Yanshao: [Come back for dinner.]

Li Bo: [I have a company meeting, so I won't be back for lunch.]

Zhou Yanshao: [...]

Zhou Yanshao: [I didn't consult you.]

Zhou Yanshao: [When will it end?]

Li Bo: [I don't know, you eat first, I'll just eat near the company.]

Zhou Yanshao didn't reply to Li Bo anymore, probably because he was angry.

After delivering the documents to Li Bo, Uncle Zeng reminded him, "Mr. Bo, it's 12:30. It's time for lunch."

Li Bo wearily took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed his temples: "I don't have much of an appetite. You go eat, I'll go downstairs to check on things in a bit."

"Okay." Uncle Zeng left.

Li Bo rubbed his eyelids and plunged back into his work, showing no intention of going to eat. In fact, he had been like this for years.

Li Bo was extremely eager to take control of Zhihuai.