In Leng Ruobing's office, there was a small meeting room filled with many of the company's executives who were fervently discussing the specifics of the upcoming venture in Southeast Asia, arguing intensely with each other.
Leng Ruobing sat at the head of the table, looking on with satisfaction at the scene. This was the kind of atmosphere she wanted in the company, where everyone could speak freely, sharing their most genuine thoughts and suggestions.
If it were some decrepit company where the subordinates just parroted whatever the leaders said, then such a company would have no reason to exist, doomed to continue its decline.
Just as the discussion was reaching a fever pitch, Xiao Zheng pushed open the door and walked in. All at once, the arguing stopped, and all eyes turned to Xiao Zheng, some rather displeased.
