eurekapd Chapter 895 I will personally supervise
Chapter 895 I will personally supervise
In the dining room of Goldsmith Bay Villa, the morning light slipped in through the gaps in the blinds, casting mottled shadows on the mahogany dining table.
Aunt Zhao had already prepared breakfast. The white porridge was steaming, and the aroma of the fried eggs mixed with the richness of the milk spread a faint warmth in the air.
The words Jiang Chengyu heard outside the study on the second floor last night were like a key that finally opened the rusty lock in his heart.
Years of obsession were finally let go at this moment, and a night of healing with the techniques completely cleared the accumulated depression caused by the demonic possession.
After waking up in the morning, he took a hot shower in the bathroom, changed into a burgundy shirt and a white suit. The ironed fabric outlined his tall and straight figure.
The skin is already fair, and the iconic white hair is set off by the red and white contrast.
He looks even more handsome, with a look of clarity and nobility intertwined between his eyebrows, which is actually breathtakingly beautiful.
The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs startled the people in the restaurant.
Song Shijie and Shen Rou were eating with their heads down, and when they heard the sound, they looked up at the same time -
Jiang Chengyu, who is 185 cm tall, walked over with a condescending aura.
Her face was rosy as if moistened by the morning dew, her eyes were bright, and she exuded a vigorous spirit.
He looked completely different from the sickly, coughing man he had been looking at the previous night. The couple was stunned for a moment, their cutlery hanging in the air.
"Uncle Song, Aunt Shen, good morning." Jiang Chengyu's voice was clear, slightly hoarse from just waking up, but it added a bit of gentleness.
Song Shijie was the first to come back to his senses. A smile instantly spread across his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out:
"Cheng Yu, it seems like you had a good sleep last night! You look so energetic, it makes people feel refreshed."
He put down his chopsticks, his eyes full of satisfaction, and looked at Jiang Chengyu and continued:
"The way you look now reminds me of the first time I saw you at the entrance of the shopping mall.
At that time, you were completely devoted to protecting Xiaoji, full of blood and vigor, just like you are now——
He was fearless, with an aura that kept strangers away, yet he seemed to hold a guiding star in his hand, his whole body filled with courage, his eyes full of light.
Jiang Chengyu walked to the dining table, smiled when he heard this, and said with a hint of self-deprecation: "Uncle Song is teasing me again.
He was just a young, uneducated kid who had just started out and knew nothing. Back then, he caused a lot of trouble for Mu Xiaoji."
At this time, Aunt Zhao came out of the kitchen with a bowl of white porridge. Seeing Jiang Chengyu, her eyes lit up and she gently placed the porridge in front of him: "Master Jiang, your porridge."
She looked at his rosy face and couldn't help but say, "You look much better today than yesterday. It seems that youth is still the best."
"Thank you, Aunt Zhao." Jiang Chengyu sat down next to Song Shijie, picked up the spoon and gently stirred the porridge in the bowl.
Shen Rou hadn't said anything, but now she picked up a piece of golden fried egg and put it on the plate in front of him.
There was a hint of guilt in his voice: "Cheng Yu, come home and live from now on."
She looked up at him with a complicated expression, "Seeing Chenxi in the video last night... and looking at you now, as your elders, we feel really bad."
She recalled her previous confused thoughts - she was worried that Jiang Chengyu was too capable and would gradually control the Song family, and she was afraid that her son Mu Xiaoji would end up with nothing.
At that time, thinking that Jiang Chengyu was young and had no good intentions, she tried every possible way to force him to leave with sarcastic words.
Mu Xiaoji repeatedly blamed him for Jiang Chengyu's departure.
Now his son is plump and white, but he has almost lost weight and is unrecognizable; thinking about it, he feels regretful and ashamed.
After many years and many ups and downs, Jiang Chengyu did not bear grudges at all. At the critical moment of the bidding project,
Two years after waking up from a coma, Song Shijie fell ill and was hospitalized in order to win a bidding project.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to support Zidong International Group and win the project; he did everything to perfection and was more dedicated than his own son.
Jiang Chengyu paused while scooping porridge, raised his eyes to meet Shen Rou's, smiled, and said in a light but sincere tone:
"Aunt Shen, I will come back to stay here often. It's very cozy and I have many happy memories with my choubao.
I feel very comfortable living here. You and Uncle Song treat me like family, and I am very pleased.
The project is just in its initial stage of construction and there are many problems that need to be solved, which is bound to be stressful.
Once the projects are on track, I'll have less time to worry about, and I'll naturally have some free time. It won't be a problem for me to return to my original appearance."
After he finished speaking, a hearty laugh came from the restaurant. The sunlight outside the window became brighter and brighter, shining through the glass onto his burgundy shirt, casting tiny spots of light.
The atmosphere at the dining table gradually warmed up, just like this bowl of freshly cooked porridge, which was warm and soothing, dispelling all the coldness of the past.
Xiang Xiaowu's black car stopped steadily at the entrance of Zidong International Building. The moment the engine was turned off,
Jiang Chengyu had already opened the car door and got out. He walked around to the back seat, opened the door, and put his hand on the roof, waiting for Song Shijie to bend down and walk out.
The morning light shone on the glass curtain wall of the building, reflecting a dazzling light and stretching the shadows of the two people straight.
"Cheng Yu——"
Just as they were about to walk towards the building entrance, a shout suddenly came from behind them. Jiang Chengyu and Song Shijie turned around at the same time.
Gu Ze was holding a silver-grey thermos, wearing a bright yellow hoodie, and walking towards this side against the light.
The smile on his face was brighter than the sun above his head, and his steps were as light as the wind.
"Gu Ze?" Jiang Chengyu was a little surprised. "Why are you here? Don't you have any announcements today?"
Gu Ze walked up to him, frowning, looking worried, and reached out to touch Jiang Chengyu's forehead intimately:
"Yesterday morning, when I saw you coughing so hard you couldn't straighten your back and your face turned as pale as paper, I felt uneasy."
The warm palm just touched my skin, and I felt the temperature. Then I took it back as if I remembered something, and shook the thermos in my hand.
"You look rosy and rosy today. I guess the medicine Feng Tao sent you is effective."
"Thank you, Gu Ze, for making you worry about me." Jiang Chengyu's tone softened, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"By the way, I went back to Goldsmith Bay last night to visit the old lady. How is Shengxue here? Didn't it cause you any trouble?"
Song Shijie, standing aside, watched the scene calmly. He had been in the business world for decades and could see through people's minds at a glance.
Gu Ze's eyes have never left Jiang Chengyu since he approached him, and his attentiveness could not be hidden.
Now it may be because of his appearance that Jiang Chengyu ignored Xiaoji. Thinking of this,
He coughed lightly and interrupted their conversation: "Cheng Yu, I'm going upstairs to prepare for the morning meeting. Don't delay too long."
It was the first time that Jiang Chengyu saw the way Song Shijie looked at Gu Ze. His face showed his annoyance. He replied, "Okay, Uncle Song. I'll be right there."
Gu Ze then realized that there was someone beside him. When his eyes met Song Shijie's deep eyes,
I couldn't help but shudder in my heart, and quickly nodded and said, "Mr. Song, you are busy. Sorry to bother you."
Song Shijie didn't respond, but just glanced at him coldly, then nodded at Jiang Chengyu.
He turned around and walked forward, his back straight, striding into the automatic door of the building with big strides, leaving the two of them with an aura that left no room for questioning.
"He doesn't seem to like me very much." Gu Ze scratched his head and muttered a little aggrieved.
Seeing Jiang Chengyu's heroic look, he quickly cheered up, reached out and grabbed Jiang Chengyu's wrist, and put the thermos into his hand.
"I made the lotus root and pork ribs soup for you. I simmered it on low heat for three hours. It's full of my love.
The lotus roots are fresh and tender, and the spareribs are tender and boneless. Remember to eat them while they're hot, don't forget to eat them when you're busy."
He paused, and as if remembering something, he added, "I've fed Shengxue for you.
Before I left the house, I put a bag of dried carrots in its food bowl. The little guy was very good at acting cute and chased me around for quite a while before I finally ran away.
Jiang Chengyu held the warm thermos bucket, his fingertips touched the remaining warmth of Gu Ze, and his heart moved slightly: "Thank you, Gu Ze."
"What are you thanking me for?" Gu Ze smiled, with dimples at the corners of his eyes. "I'm leaving first. I have a magazine shoot this afternoon. Bye."
He waved to Jiang Chengyu, turned around and walked quickly to the business car on the side of the road, opened the door and got in.
The car quickly merged into the morning rush hour traffic. The yellow figure waved again through the car window before gradually disappearing from sight.
Jiang Chengyu looked down at the thermos in his arms, which still held Gu Ze's warmth.
Like a small heater, it warmed the empty corner in his heart in the cool morning breeze.
Jiang Chengyu took the elevator directly to the top floor. When the metal door slowly slid open, the employees in the corridor subconsciously straightened their backs.
He walked towards the meeting room without looking around. When he passed by Jiang Li's workstation, the other party quickly stood up and
Holding a stack of organized meeting documents in his hands, his voice was softer than usual:
"Boss Jiang, this is the document from today's project review meeting. All departments have added the data attachments as required."
Jiang Chengyu reached out to take it. The moment his fingertips touched the paper, he just said "hmm" lightly, and without stopping, he pushed the door and walked into the meeting room.
Song Shijie was already sitting in the main seat, with a project schedule spread out in front of him. Seeing Jiang Chengyu sitting next to him,
He looked at the heads of various departments present, cleared his throat, and spoke in an unquestionable authority:
"The main purpose of gathering everyone today is to review the latest progress of the Chengdong Smart Community Project.
Last week I went to the site to check and found that there were still some problems with the wiring of the smart security system in Building 3. The property management reported that
During the trial run, signal delays occurred several times. "Technical Department, please explain the root cause of the problem."
The technical director pushed his glasses and stood up quickly: "To the chairman and Mr. Jiang, the main problem is that the signal shielding layer of the underground garage does not match the line interface.
We have contacted the manufacturer to re-customize the interface and expect the replacement to be completed within three days."
"Three days?" Jiang Chengyu suddenly asked, tapping his fingertips on the document. "The contract stipulates that the entire commissioning must be completed next Friday.
How are you going to make up for the time you've lost?" He glanced over, and although his tone was calm, the technical director's forehead was covered with sweat.
"We...we will arrange three shifts and work around the clock to ensure that the overall progress is not affected."
"It's not a guarantee, it's a must." Jiang Chengyu turned to the next page. "Cost Department, why is the supplementary budget for building materials submitted last week 15% higher than the market average?"
The cost manager's face turned pale and he quickly explained, "It's because of the rainy season transportation premium, and..."
"Premiums have standards. We don't want you to mistake 'possibility' for 'certainty' when making your budget."
Jiang Chengyu interrupted him and pushed a market research report to the center of the table, "These are the quotations from three suppliers I just received this morning.
8% below your budget, and we promise to deliver even on rainy days. Have the revised budget on my desk by 3:00 PM.
Song Shijie watched quietly from the side, a flicker of approval in his eyes. He knew Jiang Chengyu's style—he looked at the results instead of the process, and he could always pinpoint the core of the problem.
In the following meeting, Jiang Chengyu reviewed the progress of each department one by one, from construction safety regulations to the target audience of marketing plans.
Even the font size in the brochure was suggested to be revised: "The target customer group of the smart community is middle-class families aged 30-45.
The font size is too small, which makes parents feel it's not considerate enough. The design department remade it, using Source Han Sans and increasing the font size by 1.5 points."
The design director was about to defend himself with the "artistic sense", but when he met Jiang Chengyu's clear but sharp gaze, he swallowed his words and nodded in agreement.
The two-hour meeting was so tight that there was no redundancy. When the meeting ended, the heads of various departments breathed a sigh of relief.
The notebooks in their hands were filled with to-do items, but no one dared to complain - every question Jiang Chengyu asked hit the nail on the head.
After everyone left, Song Shijie looked at Jiang Chengyu: "What time is the appointment at Fengteng?"
"I'm going over there right now. The Haikou area is about to start construction. Just in case, I'll go over and supervise it myself. From then on, they can supervise it themselves."
After Jiang Chengyu finished speaking, he closed the document, stood up and walked towards the meeting room door.
Song Shijie nodded, looking at his tall back as he stood up, thinking of the company's previous major collapse,
It was this 20-year-old kid who, regardless of the vengeance of being stabbed in the heart, supported Zidong International.
(Is my description clear? Can you see Jiang Chengyu's youthful vigor and ambition from Song Shijie's perspective? Maybe I'm no longer young, but I cherish the concept of youth. My dear children, please give me more valuable suggestions. Although I am old, I still have the fiery heart of a girl.)