Chapter 1255 - 1255: Dong Family's Second Daughter

Thanks to Wang Tingwei's super high level of awareness, Xiao Feng saved himself a lot of talking, though it also made the excuses he'd prepared in advance useless.

However, that wasn't the main point.

The main point was, Xiao Feng felt that this pretty little turncoat in front of him had a very off reaction when she mentioned his name…

He cleared his throat twice and changed the subject. "About Qi Guanghe's matter, I… Brother Xiao has already given the investigation team a heads-up. Meng Ke'Er will take the fall for you on this one."

Wang Tingwei's eyes instantly lit up. "Was it Xiao Feng himself who put in the word?"

"Is there something wrong with that?" Xiao Feng asked, baffled.

"No, just a bit… unexpected." A hint of a smile curled at Wang Tingwei's lips; as she lowered her head, two faint blushes bloomed on her cheeks.

Xiao Feng couldn't help being stunned, feeling that there was something indefinably abnormal about her.

He was just about to speak when the door was pushed open and Pei Dengke walked in, looking a little dejected.

"Bajie, this time I really screwed up."

Xiao Feng's heart gave a jolt and he hurriedly asked, "What did you screw up?"

"I just called Brother Xiao several times in a row, and he didn't pick up any of them. He probably thinks I'm unreliable and doesn't want to bother with me anymore."

Hearing this, Xiao Feng let out a breath of relief and secretly thought that this guy at least had a bit of self-awareness.

Still, he said out loud, "He's probably just busy with something. If Brother Xiao had completely given up on you, he wouldn't have asked me to sound you out about the confidentiality rules."

"Maybe." Pei Dengke responded without much enthusiasm.

...

In the Dong Group office building, inside the general manager's office.

A woman was leaning against the desk, staring in a daze at the giant character "Win" on the wall.

She had a perfectly standard oval face, skin fair as snow, and a pair of round-framed glasses perched on her straight nose. Even without makeup, she was stunning enough.

This was the current decision-maker of the Dong Family, Dong Ziqiang's second daughter, Dong Min.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

A knocking sound came from the door.

Dong Min withdrew her gaze and sat down in the office chair, ten slender fingers interlaced, forearms resting on the armrests on both sides, as she said calmly, "Come in!"

"Click!"

The lock fell, the door was pushed open, and a short-haired, sharp-looking middle‑aged man walked in.

"Dad!" Dong Min immediately stood up.

With that one "Dad," there was no doubt about the middle‑aged man's identity…

Dong Ziqiang beamed. "Sit, sit, sit. I was just passing by and thought I'd stop in to see you."

With that, he sat himself down opposite Dong Min and set the thermos cup in his hand on the desk in front of him.

"So, how is it? Have you straightened everything out up and down the line?"

Dong Min pressed her thin lips together and replied, "To be able to have everything at my beck and call is still a long way off, but overall there's no major problem anymore."

"I heard you inspected all the departments this morning. Their performance—did it meet your expectations?" Dong Ziqiang asked gently.

After a brief pause for thought, Dong Min's expression turned serious. "Honestly, their performance doesn't even rise to the level of barely passable in my eyes.

The 'dead-fish' attitude has already solidified; people in their twenties and thirties look more or less like they're in their fifties and sixties and about to retire.

These people at the bottom are the foundation of the company. If the foundation rots, even without any storms, it's only a matter of time before the building collapses."

Dong Ziqiang's expression immediately turned awkward. In his view, his second daughter's words were as much a critique of his management ability as they were a diagnosis of the group's problems.

Still, no one knew his daughter better than he did; he understood her character, so he just laughed and said, "Is there still hope?"

"Yes, but it'll take time." Dong Min said in a low voice, "It's fine to fire a few higher‑ups who are just coasting, but you can't just sack all the people at the bottom who actually do the work.

For now, all we can do is clean up the atmosphere a bit, but that's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause."

At this point, Dong Min let out a sigh. "I don't need them to be like lunatics in a madhouse, all hyper and bursting with drive!

But I also don't want the company to feel like a nursing home the moment you walk in, seeing employees just muddling along and phoning in their work."

"Haha, don't rush it. Take it step by step. I'll be your solid backing." Dong Ziqiang laughed heartily, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"You didn't come here this time just because you happened to be passing by, did you?" Dong Min flipped open the folder on her desk and said, "If there's something you want to talk about, say it quickly. I've got work to get back to in a bit."

Dong Ziqiang didn't mind his daughter's attitude and kept smiling. "It's nothing major. Recently…"

He hadn't finished speaking before Dong Min cut him off. "If it's nothing major, then wait until after I get off work."

"Uh…" Dong Ziqiang rubbed his nose and cleared his throat twice. "This matter might not affect the group much, but for our Dong Family, it's worth putting some effort into."

"Isn't that the same thing?" Dong Min blinked. "Why separate the Dong Family and the Dong Group?"

Ignoring the question, Dong Ziqiang went straight to the point. "Recently, someone named Xiao Bajia came to Kyoto. He's not a simple character.

First, the Wei Family invited him to a family banquet, and when he left, Wei Lan personally walked him out.

Right after that, Qiu Junxian laid on a big banquet and drank with him, and I hear he showed him a lot of respect in both words and behavior at the table."

"And then?"

"I was thinking you could try making contact with this Xiao Bajia. If he really has an extraordinary background, he might end up being a help to our Dong Family."

Dong Min gave a slight nod. "Someone like Wei Lan, who rarely shows her face these days, openly walking Xiao Bajia out of the house is enough to show how highly the Wei Family values him.

Qiu Junxian is already one step behind Wei Jianhua. According to custom, he should've had the Qiu Family's old man show up as well, but he only invited Xiao Bajia in his personal capacity.

That shows he still hasn't figured out what 'point' it is that makes Wei Lan value Xiao Bajia so much.

So the purpose of his banquet was to build a connection and show goodwill, while also trying to figure out why Wei Lan thinks so highly of Xiao Bajia."

Dong Ziqiang kept nodding, the corners of his mouth curling in satisfaction.

He often felt a sense of admiration and pride at his second daughter's quick thinking.

He heard Dong Min continue, "Since you've gotten wind of this, the other families can't be far behind. Which means there are already plenty of people lining up to invite Xiao Bajia to dinner."

"So, in your view, how do we stand out from the crowd of competitors?" Dong Ziqiang tossed out the question directly.

After thinking it over, Dong Min replied, "Who sends out the first invitation doesn't mean much. This isn't a flash sale in a mall where first come, first served.

I need more intel, including how Wei Jianhua and Qiu Junxian got acquainted with Xiao Bajia, as well as as much detailed personal information on Xiao Bajia as possible—the more detailed, the better."

As soon as she finished speaking, Dong Ziqiang got up, opened his backpack, and placed a few stapled A4 sheets on the folder in front of Dong Min. "Already prepared."

Dong Min nodded. After watching Dong Ziqiang leave, she turned and looked at the giant calligraphed "Win" behind her, and the light in her eyes gradually filled with confidence!