Xiao Jia, brimming with excitement, simply sat across from Xia Xiang: "That's right—I sent 5,000 letters.
Now I'm receiving responses one after another, and I conservatively estimate at least 3,000 people will fall for it, no, I mean, 3,000 people will send money.
After carefully calculating, I'll earn at least 1.5 million. I've hit the jackpot."
She really pulled it off?
Xia Xiang looked at Xiao Jia's jubilant expression and thought to himself: wanting to make money isn't wrong, but exploiting legal loopholes and company vulnerabilities is at least economic crime.
Originally, he had hoped that since he refused to help her, she wouldn't be able to carry out the plan alone.
But to his surprise, Xiao Jia had her own ideas and pursued them without hesitation, completing everything without a word.
Xia Xiang picked up a pen and casually scribbled on a piece of paper.
He said, "I don't know whether to congratulate you or advise you to stop, though I suppose you're determined to see it through.
I won't say more, but I want to tell you one thing: know when to stop."
Xiao Jia was taken aback: "Why don't you seem happy at all?
This is such a huge success.
Shouldn't we celebrate?
Half of the 1.5 million is yours.
I'll give you 750,000."
Everyone loves money, and Xia Xiang was no exception.
But being handed 750,000 yuan out of nowhere, he didn't dare accept it.
"I didn't contribute or participate, so I have no reason to take a share.
Thank you for your kindness."
Xiao Jia was annoyed: "Coward.
Afraid you'll get implicated if something happens, right?
Don't worry.
You just take the money.
If anything goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility.
It won't involve you in the slightest.
I said you'd get half, so you'll get half.
Whether you want it or not.
After all, I borrowed 10,000 yuan from you for startup costs, and you knew about my forging the company seal but didn't report it.
Just these two points are worth 750,000."
With that, Xiao Jia stormed off, leaving behind one last comment before she left: "I've already resigned from the company and won't be back.
You have my contact number..."
After Xiao Jia left, Xia Xiang remembered he had intended to tell her about Li Dingshan leaving the company.
But since she had resigned, any changes at the company were irrelevant to her.
Still, he couldn't shake the worry that the unresolved tension between Wen Yang and Xiao Jia might escalate.
If Wen Yang becomes the company's boss and learns about her forging the company seal, he could use it against her, forcing her to comply.
Around 4 p.m., Wen Yang arrived at the company.
When he saw Xia Xiang, he froze momentarily before speaking in an annoyed tone: "Xia Xiang, come to my office.
I have something to discuss with you."
Xia Xiang responded calmly, "Alright.
I also have something to discuss with you."
Xia Xiang's composed demeanor caught Wen Yang off guard, making him even more displeased.
He opened the office door, dropped into his chair, and spoke condescendingly: "Did you visit Jia Jia Supermarket?
Did you talk to Feng Xuguang?
If you don't value the opportunity in front of you, return the form.
Plenty of people are waiting for a chance to work at Jia Jia Supermarket.
I'm offering this to you because I think highly of you.
Don't be ungrateful."
Wen Yang narrowed his eyes into triangular shapes and glared coldly at Xia Xiang.
Xia Xiang showed no intention of backing down.
Instead of answering Wen Yang's question, he asked, "Li Dingshan wants to enter politics and plans to hand over the company to you.
Why don't you appreciate it?"
Wen Yang erupted with rage, slamming the table as he stood up: "Xia Xiang, watch your tone!
What gives you the right to talk to me like that?"
Xia Xiang sat calmly on the sofa, even crossing his legs as he casually flipped through a book: "Wen Yang, you're not like Li Dingshan.
Li Dingshan is someone with ideals, ambition, and principles.
You, on the other hand, are a money-grubber who will stop at nothing to make a profit.
You're not suited for politics.
Politics will only ruin you, leaving you with no future.
At 36, you're only at the section chief level.
If you get assigned to a county, even as a bureau director, how far can you go?
If you truly had political talent, you wouldn't have been stuck in the Youth League Provincial Committee without making progress.
Your best option is to take over the company and lead it as the head.
If you can make the company successful, how could you not benefit?"
Xia Xiang's faint smile carried a touch of subtle mockery and an air of deliberate indifference.
His words, piercing and incisive, struck directly at Wen Yang's heart like a blade.
Wen Yang's face contorted with anger, his expression like stone, as he stared at Xia Xiang with blazing eyes, seemingly on the verge of swallowing him alive.
His mouth opened and closed several times, yet no words came out.
Xia Xiang understood that Li Dingshan had a soft temperament and found it hard to speak harshly to familiar faces.
That's why he entrusted Xia Xiang with the task of convincing Wen Yang.
Wen Yang, Xia Xiang knew, was the type to seize any advantage.
As long as there were benefits, he would go along, completely disregarding shame or morality.
Convincing him to give up benefits would be like asking a dog to drop a bone—it would be almost impossible.
Thus, instead of reasoning with him, Xia Xiang delivered a brutal wake-up call.
Evil people must be dealt with using evil means.