Zhang Chongyang, the finance manager, always behaves arrogantly, relying on his connections with certain unsavory societal members, and has considerable clout within the company. He never offends the big bosses of the management team. As for the junior employees? Hmph, who would dare provoke such a person.
Thus, Zhang Chongyang got used to doing whatever he pleased in the company privately.
Things like arriving late or leaving early were trivial to him.
Of course, he was extremely wary of President Ouyang; though she was a woman, the reputation of the Iceberg CEO had made countless people tremble in just one year.
Today, Zhang Chongyang was in an excellent mood; despite a sore back and weak legs due to the erotic massage the night before, he felt quite delighted.
It was nearly nine o'clock now, while the company's official start time was at eight-thirty.
