noffsinger Chapter 29 Chess Pieces
Chapter 29 Chess Pieces
"Mr. Fu, as you instructed, those things have been delivered to the Xie family, but the Xie family's butler doesn't seem to be in a good mood..."
Although Old Master Xie didn't say anything on the surface when I went to the Xie family's house so abruptly last time, he actually harbored some resentment.
He didn't say anything, but rubbed his temples and turned to look at him: "Have you been very free lately, talking so much?"
Seeing this, the secretary quickly lowered her head and admitted her mistake. The male protagonist expressionlessly picked up the documents on the table and began to read them.
Before long, the male protagonist finished his work. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and prepared to go to the conference room.
On the way to the conference room, his innate aura...
He couldn't help but think of the Xie family that his secretary had just mentioned, but he also knew that gaining the Xie family's support was crucial, and he was confident he could do it.
Thank you, Zhiyi...
However, he never backed down.
The atmosphere in the conference room was extremely tense.
President Fu sat at the head of the conference table, his expression serious, his eyes conveying an invisible pressure. The others sat on either side, silent and somewhat reserved.
Everyone's breathing quickened, and you could almost hear their heartbeats echoing throughout the room. Someone coughed softly, trying to ease the tension, but this only made the atmosphere more awkward.
Everyone kept their heads down, avoiding eye contact with President Fu, afraid that he would see their unease. They tapped their fingers lightly on the table or fidgeted with their pens, as if this could ease their tension.
Time ticked by, but the tense atmosphere in the meeting room showed no signs of abating.
Everyone was silently praying that their performance would be recognized by General Manager Fu, and at the same time, they were looking forward to the meeting ending as soon as possible.
"Have the quarterly reports been released yet?" Fu Shiyue's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority. He sat at the head of the conference room, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at the people seated below. His gaze was sharp and deep, as if he could see through everyone's thoughts. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes, silently praying that their work hadn't gone wrong.
Fu Shiyue is the company's president, known for his decisive work style and outstanding business acumen...
Under his leadership, the company's performance has maintained steady growth; however, this does not mean that he will be lenient with his employees' work in the slightest.
He would point out and criticize anyone who made a mistake without hesitation, so the employees below would be extremely nervous whenever he inquired about the progress of the work.
One of the boys stood up and slowly handed over the thick report he was holding. The report had an exquisite cover, seemingly containing endless data and wisdom. The boy watched cautiously as the person opposite him took the report, as if expecting some kind of response.
After receiving the report, the man quickly flipped through a few pages, then slowly and carefully examined each line of text and each number. However, as time passed, his expression grew increasingly grave. Finally, he finished reading the last page, slowly closed the report, and then unhesitatingly tossed it back in front of the boy.
“This report of yours,” he began, his voice tinged with dissatisfaction, “still only scratches the surface. What I need is a deeper, more thorough analysis! I want to know the patterns and trends hidden behind these data, not just a simple list and summary.”
Upon hearing this, the boy's face turned deathly pale. He clearly hadn't expected such a comment and was momentarily speechless. He looked down at the report that had been thrown back at him, filled with frustration and disappointment. But at the same time, he also understood that he indeed had many shortcomings and needed to work harder to study and improve his abilities.
"Okay, Mr. Fu, I understand."
That's all for today's meeting. Everything I raised today needs to be revised, understand? "Meeting adjourned." Fu Shiyue said and left the meeting room.
Those who remained looked at each other, worried about whether their proposals would be approved.
Back in his office, Fu Shiyue leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Fu Shiyue sat up straight, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
The boy who had just been criticized walked in and nervously approached Fu Shiyue, handing him the revised proposal.
Fu Shiyue glanced at it and saw that this plan was much more detailed and in-depth than the previous one.
His expression softened slightly.
"Let's go back and refine the details," Fu Shiyue said.
He suddenly called out to the boy again and asked calmly, "What's your name?"
The boy's heart tightened, but he still answered honestly, "President Fu, my name is Pei Ji."
Upon hearing this name, a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes.
Seeing that he didn't say anything more, the boy breathed a slight sigh of relief and looked at him cautiously.
"It's alright, you go ahead and do your thing."
"Okay, Mr. Fu."
The boy named Pei Ji then left the office.
A tense and subtle atmosphere filled the air, as if something was about to happen...
After the boy left, Fu Shiyue took out his phone and made a call.
"Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together." His tone was gentle, completely different from when he was in the conference room earlier.
The girl on the other end of the phone seemed a little surprised. After a moment of silence, she said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I have an appointment tonight."
A hint of disappointment flashed across Fu Shiyue's face, but he quickly regained his composure. "Okay, it's alright, then next time."
He hung up the phone, feeling somewhat down.
I thought I was pretty confident, but I was still rejected.
Inside the Xie residence, all was quiet and peaceful. Suddenly, a soft footstep broke the silence. The butler quickly stepped forward, stood beside Old Master Xie, and said softly, "Master, President Fu is here again." Although his voice was soft, it carried a hint of barely perceptible tension.
Old Master Xie slightly raised his head, shifting his gaze from the book in his hands to the butler. His expression remained unchanged by those words, as calm as still water, as if he had already anticipated President Fu's visit. This composure inspired admiration and filled one with curiosity and anticipation for what was to come.
"I asked him to come, let him in." Old Master Xie slowly put down the book in his hand, gently waved his hand, and signaled the butler to let him in.
The butler then bowed respectfully, turned and left, leaving Old Master Xie alone in the armchair.
The male protagonist, dressed in an exquisite suit, walked into the room with a tall and steady figure. His appearance attracted the attention of everyone present, but his gaze fell directly on the old man.
At this moment, the old man was sitting intently in front of the chessboard, pondering his next move. He was completely absorbed in the game and seemed unaware of the protagonist's arrival.
The protagonist stood quietly to the side, watching the old man play chess. His eyes revealed respect and appreciation, as if he were observing the masterpiece of a master. A tranquil yet tense atmosphere filled the room, with only the occasional sound of chess pieces landing on the board.
After a while, the old man finally made the crucial step. He looked up and met the protagonist's gaze. In their exchange of glances, a tacit understanding flowed between them.
Then, he walked over to the old man, sat down, and prepared to discuss the game of chess with him.
"I'm getting old, but I still love playing chess. Sometimes, life is like this chessboard, and we are like the pieces on it. Every move we make leaves a mark, deep or shallow. If we make the right move, we might win big, but if we make a mistake, we might lose the whole game. In this vast world of chess, we carefully plan and place our pieces, trying to find a path to victory. But who can guarantee that they will never make a mistake? Every decision is like a gamble, and success or failure is just a matter of a single thought. One wrong step can plunge us into an abyss of no return, causing us to lose all our advantages and opportunities."
He looked at Fu Shiyue and said, "President Fu, you naturally understand the reasons behind this, and you know perfectly well what's on your mind."
Fu Shiyue nodded slightly at the unspoken meaning. "I understand, Grandpa Xie. Every move is like a choice, and I will treat it with caution." His gaze was firm, showing his determination.
Grandpa Xie smiled and said, "Very good. However, sometimes you have to learn to take a gamble. This applies to chess, and it also applies to life."
Fu Shiyue looked at the chessboard thoughtfully, seemingly pondering Old Master Xie's words.
“Thank you, sir. I will remember your teachings.” He stood up. “Thank you for your guidance today.”
"Hmm, young man, you have a bright future." Old Master Xie also stood up, looked at him, and suddenly asked, "President Fu, are your feelings for Zhiyi genuine? Or do you think she's from the Xie family and you have ulterior motives?"
Fu Shiyue looked directly into Old Master Xie's eyes and solemnly replied, "My feelings for Zhiyi are genuine." His voice was firm and powerful, without the slightest hesitation. "I know the Xie family holds an important position in the business world, but that's not why I'm getting close to Zhiyi. I'm attracted to her as a person."
Grandpa Xie scrutinized Fu Shiyue, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words.
Fu Shiyue continued, "I know the business world is like a battlefield, but I will never use emotions to achieve my goals. I am willing to prove my sincerity with time and actions." He then bowed slightly in respect. Old Master Xie nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Alright, young man, I hope you can be consistent in your words and deeds. Zhiyi is my precious granddaughter, and I hope she can find someone who truly loves her." He seemed to feel a pressure lifted, and at the same time, he became even clearer about his feelings for Zhiyi. He decided to use sincerity to move the Xie family and win their trust.
“I am Pei Ji, Pei Ji of the Pei clan.”
He sat in the car with his eyes half-closed, his handsome and gentle features partially obscured by the night, softening his sharpness and making him appear somewhat obscure.