"Third Uncle, when do you think is a good time to make our move?" Di Dongsheng pressed impatiently.
Di Mingjue found no peace in his heart as long as he was not seated in the position of the Di family patriarch.
Third Uncle set the files aside and picked up a walnut from the table. He spun the walnut, its light collision creating a rhythmic sound.
Watching the rotating fingers intently, Di Dongsheng's heart followed its movement.
His fingers clasped inward. Third Uncle lowered his gaze and fixed him with a look, "Haste makes waste. Wait patiently."
Wait?
He could wait, but Di Dongsheng was too impatient.
"Third Uncle, if you think the time is ripe, perhaps tomorrow?" Di Dongsheng suggested.
The walnut was placed back on the table with a thud, and Third Uncle reprimanded him, "Foolish!"
Di Dongsheng's tilted head immediately bowed. He listened to Third Uncle's scolding, utterly bewildered.
"You've just signed a contract with the Jiang Corporation. Have you even settled matters within the company? Do you think my presence guarantees that you don't need to consider anything?" Third Uncle stood up and moved away from him.
If Di Mingjue hadn't shown him such disrespect, he wouldn't have bothered cooperating with this useless, incompetent fellow.
After managing the company for three years, as soon as Di Mingjue woke up, his authority was snatched away. It was no wonder he lost it, having such a blockhead!
Di Dongsheng spun around and apologized with sincerity, "Third Uncle is right to reprimand me. I was indeed thoughtless."
"Alright, you can go," Third Uncle dismissed him.
Emerging from Third Uncle's residence, Di Dongsheng looked back at the house with resentment.
He looked down on him?
Once he became the patriarch, he would see what capital this old man had left to be so proud.
...
Di Jue Group.
"Did you guys hear?"
"Hear what?"
In the pantry, employees, while holding their cups as if making coffee, were actually buzzing with gossip.
One of them, with a mysterious air, gathered those around her. A group of people clustered together.
"Did you hear? The company is cooperating with the Jiang Corporation!"
As the words fell, a chorus of astonished exclamations erupted.
"Weren't they saying they wouldn't cooperate? Why the change of heart?" someone questioned.
Just then, Shen Lin appeared before them.
"Are you all very idle?"
Those who should have been taking cups took cups, and those who should have been putting things back put them back. In less than a minute, only Shen Lin remained in the pantry.
The cooperation with the Jiang Corporation was no longer a secret; it was circulating throughout the company.
Shen Lin cast a warning glance around and quickly took the elevator to the top floor.
"President Di."
Di Mingjue had just arrived at the company. He took off his coat and adjusted the tie at his chest, "Are you referring to the Jiang Corporation matter?"
"You already know," Shen Lin asked.
Someone wanted to spread it far and wide; how could he not know?
Signing a contract for cooperation without his, the President's, approval was a blatant challenge.
Shen Lin poured a cup of tea, "Are you going to let the cooperation proceed as it is?"
Signing the contract meant that Di Ming Group would participate in the Nebula Project. The first step was for Di Jue Group to inject funds into the project.
Di Mingjue had thought of what he was thinking.
"Inform the finance department that no one is allowed to use company funds without my permission. If discovered, the deficit will be fully replenished by the responsible party."
Carrying Di Mingjue's instructions, Shen Lin headed to the finance department.
Before he could push the door open, he was stopped by the conversation within.
"Little President Di, please don't make things difficult for us. If President Di finds out, he definitely won't spare us," the finance department manager pleaded with difficulty.
Di Dongsheng sat in the swivel chair with his legs crossed. He tugged at a green plant on the desk, and the leaves on the side facing him were stripped bare.
The manager stood before him, his brow furrowed, bowing and trying his best to placate him, "Little President Di, why don't you go and ask President Di?"
"Get his permission?" Di Dongsheng grabbed the vine of the green plant.