"This... isn't quite appropriate, CEO Cheng, let's forget it."
"What's inappropriate? In the business world, everyone fights with whatever means they have. Back then, he couldn't outsell you in TVs, the quality of his mobile phones was even worse than the LeTV Super Phones you made with Coolpad. Him stepping on you like that, wasn't he just hoping you'd die?
Now he has driven you underground, don't you hate him?"
Cheng Daqi's words were like the whispers of a Demon, tempting Accountant Jia to become his pawn.
But Accountant Jia was no pushover, ultimately resisting CEO Cheng's lure.
"Forget about it, I'm old now, my health isn't good, CEO Cheng, I just want to finish up the work for you and find a quiet place to retire."
Cheng Daqi opened his phone; he even had a memo about it—taking down Elder Jia; CEO Cheng was serious.
Accountant Jia, watching CEO Cheng flip through his phone, felt somewhat at a loss.
Why isn't the young man speaking, did my refusal infuriate him?
