Tu Tu was immediately excited upon hearing this. He cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck, looking as if he was sharpening his knives, "I've been bored lately, and finally, there's something to do." He then ran into his room and brought out his dedicated computer.
Mi Mi also craned his neck to watch.
Quan Jiu said, "Heili Entertainment. It's said to have risen in the last three years. But as soon as they emerged, they quickly became one of the top three entertainment companies. I always feel there's something fishy going on; it's too fast."
"Mom suspects their accounts are problematic," Mi Mi chimed in.
Quan Jiu nodded. "I suspect they have two sets of books, deliberately inflating revenue for financing and wealth acquisition, while hiding revenue to reduce taxes. It's not like they struck gold, it's just that Lu Lian joined. How could things change so drastically? I'm afraid Lu Lian was just an opportunity for them to leverage."
"Understood," Tu Tu said as he opened his computer and his fingers flew across the keyboard. "You guys go ahead and do your own things. It'll take me a while to finish this."
Mi Mi suddenly remembered, "Mom, we haven't delivered dinner to Grandpa next door yet."
"Oh, right, I almost forgot," Quan Jiu said, getting up to go to the kitchen.
After packing the takeout boxes, Quan Jiu told Mi Mi, "Ask Grandpa if he needs anything else. The medicine Mom bought for him last time has my phone number on the box. Make sure he calls me if anything comes up."
Mi Mi obediently hummed and walked out with the lunchbox. After only a few steps, Quan Jiu called him back.
"By the way, tell Grandpa that if he doesn't mind, he can live with us. He's getting old, and living alone can easily lead to accidents."
Mi Mi said "Oh" and walked out with the lunchbox.
...
"Beep beep beep~" The door lock clicked open.
Hearing the sound, Chu Rong walked out from his study. He saw only Mi Mi and asked, "Where is your brother?"
"He's at home helping Mom with something," Mi Mi said, placing the lunchbox on the table and then arranging the dishes one by one.
Sweet and sour pork ribs, lotus root and seaweed soup, stir-fried cabbage with chili, and egg fried rice. Chu Rong saw the consistently rich and visually appealing meal, but then he froze.
Seeing him not picking up his chopsticks, Mi Mi asked, "What's wrong? No appetite?"
Chu Rong put down his chopsticks and looked at Mi Mi seriously. "We're strangers, why are your parents sending me meals and dishes every day?"
Mi Mi opened his big, watery, grape-like eyes. "Because you gave me and my brother two figurines. Mom said they were worth fifty to sixty thousand. It would be awkward to return them, so she's repaying your kindness this way."
"Those things aren't valuable to me," Chu Rong said, picking up his chopsticks and starting to eat.
"But they are very valuable to Mom," Mi Mi said, pulling over a stool and sitting next to Chu Rong.
A distinct childlike milky scent immediately wafted into Chu Rong's nostrils. He looked at the soft, cute child, and his heart couldn't help but soften.
Chu Rong picked up a piece of rib, deboned it, and fed the meat to Mi Mi.
Mi Mi let out a joyful "Wow," eating happily.
"I'll visit your house another day and thank your parents. Perhaps these meals mean nothing to you, but to me, they are..." precious. These meals always overlapped with the taste of his memories. He thought about it for a long time and finally decided he had to meet the person who cooked them.
Mi Mi shook his head. "It's not a good idea. You're too handsome, it might cause misunderstandings."
This... Chu Rong didn't know how to retort. It was true, sending him meals and dishes without ever meeting was already unusual. If he were to visit, it might indeed cause some misunderstanding.
Thinking this, he gave up the idea.
Mi Mi observed Chu Rong's expression. Seeing that he had abandoned the thought, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After a pause, he asked as if curious, "Uncle, why aren't you married? Don't you like children?"
After spending over two months together, Chu Rong didn't find the question intrusive. He explained, "I have a wife. Children... if I had two children like you and your brother, I would probably be very happy."
Mi Mi giggled, his little feet dangling.
Chu Rong deboned another rib and fed it to Mi Mi.
...
At eleven o'clock late at night, Quan Jiu once again urged Tu Tu to sleep. But Tu Tu was engrossed in his computer and couldn't pull himself away. In the end, he simply took his laptop and hid in his room. It wasn't until almost midnight that he excitedly rushed out of his room.
"Mom, I got it," he said, proudly shaking his computer.
Quan Jiu felt a pang of affection and hugged her son tightly. "I know you're the best. Go to sleep quickly."
Tu Tu sent the information to Quan Jiu and then put down his computer to sleep.
The next morning, Quan Jiu notified Yan Tong and Fei Wen for their second interviews at nine o'clock, and she also went to the company early to wait.
As nine o'clock approached, both of them arrived.
Quan Jiu handed the printed documents to the two and arranged them in separate conference rooms.
"I hope you can carefully study these accounts. There's no time limit, just tell me your findings by the end of today. Also, mobile phones and other communication devices are not allowed inside." She handed each of them a calculator.
Fei Wen asked doubtfully, "Do we have to stay in the office the whole time?"
"Yes. If there are no results by noon, I will prepare lunch for you. If there are no results by six in the evening, it will be considered a failed second interview. At any time during this period, if you have found something, you can come to me."
Yan Tong hummed, stored her phone and bag at the front desk, and took the documents into a conference room.
Fei Wen was frustrated. "Can't I take it home and look at it tonight? I have other interviews this afternoon."
"I'm sorry, you can't. If you're really in a hurry, I can consider it as you forfeiting this second interview opportunity."
Fei Wen thought of Xing Di joining the company, and that there might be more celebrities in the future. She could only suppress her annoyance, reschedule her interviews with other companies, then stored her belongings and entered the conference room.
Time passed by, and it was soon noon. However, neither person inside had found anything. Quan Jiu asked the front desk to order two boxed lunches and personally delivered them to the conference rooms.
Time continued to flow as usual. By three in the afternoon, Fei Wen, looking tired, pushed open the conference room door and came to Quan Jiu's office.
"I've reviewed these accounts. The amounts are substantial, but there are basically no problems."
Quan Jiu nodded slightly. "Thank you, you've worked hard."
Fei Wen opened her mouth, seeming hesitant, but in the end, she said nothing and left with her belongings.
Quan Jiu continued typing until exactly six o'clock when the office door was pushed open again.
Yan Tong adjusted her glasses. The prolonged concentration had caused bloodshot eyes.
"President Quan, I..." Yan Tong hesitated for a moment, then closed the office door and walked up to Quan Jiu, handing her the accounts.
"I think... there's something wrong with these accounts," Yan Tong said softly.
Quan Jiu's eyebrows rose slightly. "Oh? What's wrong?"
Yan Tong hesitated for a moment before saying, "Many of the expenditure items in here are very vague, and the companies receiving funds seem to have some inexplicable connections. I'm not sure, but I feel like there's something hidden in here."
Quan Jiu smiled. "You mean to say there are two sets of books, don't you?"
Yan Tong's tense face immediately flushed red, and she lowered her head without speaking.
"I understand. Congratulations, you've been hired. If your schedule permits, you can come in tomorrow to complete the onboarding process."
Yan Tong bit her lip and said softly but firmly, "I'm sorry, I don't want to join your company."