"How is Mr. Newman Sr.'s relationship with Mr. Newman Jr.?" Wei Yumeng asked, deeming it a crucial question.
Peter pondered, appearing hesitant. "To be honest with you, we employees aren't very clear about Mr. Newman Jr.'s affairs. We only know that he's very talented and intelligent. He was sent abroad to study from a young age and even won some international design awards.
With his abilities, he could have made a name for himself. However, Mr. Newman Sr. was always keen on him inheriting the company, so he forcibly called Mr. Newman Jr. back."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Siyu contemplated and arrived at her own conclusion. "Could it be that Mr. Newman Jr. didn't have a good relationship with Mr. Newman Sr. in the first place? Putting aside other things, Mr. Newman Sr. forcing him to abandon his own pursuits is disrespectful to him."
"I didn't see it that way. I even felt Mr. Newman Jr. seemed quite happy when he returned and was dedicated to his work initially. Everything changed only after Mr. Newman Sr. passed away," Peter sighed, shaking his head. "We all felt something was off. Mr. Newman Jr.'s capabilities are far from what he's showing. We even thought that if Mr. Newman Jr. truly committed himself to the company, he could lead it to new heights.
But after Mr. Newman Sr.'s death, everything changed. Mr. Newman Jr. became indifferent to the company, delegating everything to Libite. He even deliberately botched some major projects, leading to many employees going on strike and resigning."
Hearing this, all three fell into deep thought. The matter was becoming increasingly perplexing. Mr. Newman's actions were filled with contradictions.
"We actually have a thought among ourselves; we feel that Mr. Newman Jr. is deliberately driving us away. As for why, nobody knows the reason," Peter added. "If you can truly figure out the reason, I'm willing to do my best to help. Please don't hesitate to ask."
Song Yifan smiled and said, "Then thank you, Mr. Peter. What you've told us today is indeed very useful. We will do our best to get to the bottom of this."
"That would be wonderful," Mr. Peter said with a shy smile.
The information they had now was like scattered clues. Only by finding the crucial information that could connect these clues would the truth be revealed.
"It seems we now have to try and prove Mo Han's previous conjecture," Wei Yumeng shrugged helplessly. She had initially chosen the most practical approach to investigate, only to circle back to Zhan Mohan's idea. Perhaps to understand Mr. Newman Jr.'s contradictions, they needed to understand the relationship between Mr. Newman Jr., Mr. Newman Sr., and Libite.
After seeing Mr. Peter off, Song Yifan took out his notebook. "Since Mr. Peter mentioned that Mr. Newman Jr. had won world-class awards, perhaps we can find something through some news reports."
"That's indeed a good idea," Wei Yumeng clapped her hands. The best scenario would be to find an interview with Mr. Newman Jr., which could provide more information.
"Yumeng," Zhan Mohan called out suddenly.
Wei Yumeng turned to look at him, confused. She saw Zhan Mohan handing her a cup of hot water. "Drink some water."
Wei Yumeng smiled at him, took a sip, and then handed it back to Zhan Mohan. "You drink too. Do you need anything else to eat? I'll order some."
Zhan Mohan just smiled at her. "I'm fine."
Song Yifan was diligently searching for information online, while Zhan Mohan and Wei Yumeng were sharing a moment of intimacy.
Finally, Wei Yumeng placed a cup of water on Song Yifan's desk. "How's it going? Any results?"
"Yes, I've found a few interviews with Mr. Newman Jr. However, there's a lot of information, so you should watch it yourselves." Song Yifan turned the computer screen, then pressed play.
"Mr. Newman Jr., I heard that you chose to forge your own path abroad because you wanted to inherit your family's business. But don't you think that's a waste of your talent?" the reporter in the video asked.
"No, I studied abroad precisely because I hoped to inherit my father's business one day. I knew from a young age how difficult it was for my father. Without true talent, it's impossible to run a business well."
"But I heard you are not the eldest son. Have you considered your elder brother's feelings in thinking this way?"
"I do have an elder brother, but we haven't seen each other in a long time because we don't share the same mother. My father never ended up with his mother. I've always felt guilty about this. Regardless of what my father thought, I am still willing to accept this elder brother."
Upon seeing this, Wei Yumeng and Zhan Mohan realized. Could Libite be Mr. Newman Jr.'s elder brother? If so, everything seemed to make sense. Mr. Newman Jr. had intended to inherit Mr. Newman Sr.'s business. However, after Mr. Newman Sr.'s death, he discovered Libite's identity.
But there was clearly a deep rift between Libite and Mr. Newman Jr. Perhaps he returned to Mr. Newman Sr.'s side for revenge against the man who abandoned him and his mother, thus becoming the true controller of the company. It was precisely because Mr. Newman Jr. knew Libite's identity that he allowed himself to be manipulated.
As for Mr. Newman Jr.'s deliberate nonchalant attitude, it was perhaps to make Libite lower his guard. But why did he reject those projects one after another? Perhaps he suspected Libite had other plans.
"It seems the only way to clarify everything is to have a good talk with Mr. Newman Jr.," Zhan Mohan said, "and that must be without Libite knowing."
Wei Yumeng nodded. Only Mr. Newman Jr. could confirm whether their deductions were correct and whether their project could continue.
Song Yifan suggested, "This time, we really need to split up and cooperate. Only by distracting Libite can we speak with Mr. Newman Jr. alone." He then looked at Wei Yumeng. "Only Yumeng can make Mr. Newman Jr. lower his guard and reveal everything."
"I disagree," Zhan Mohan frowned. Although the situation didn't seem dangerous, there was always a possibility of unforeseen circumstances.
However, Wei Yumeng proactively said, "Mohan, let me do it. This project was originally my responsibility, so I don't see any issue with this arrangement. Besides, you and Mr. Song will be there, so nothing will happen."
Wei Yumeng's firm and resolute gaze made Zhan Mohan sigh. "Alright, but you must be careful."