Young Master in Flower City

As soon as Ye Qingcheng said this, the senior executives of each major department present couldn't possibly not know what Ye Qingcheng's words meant. It meant that the lottery ticket really had fourteen billion on it.

What puzzled many people was why Luo Bing wanted to inject this money into Qingcheng International. Given Qingcheng International's current situation, it could be a complete loss. Injecting funds now, isn't that just too foolish?

More than foolish, it's downright idiotic. Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't inject funds into Qingcheng International at this time.

And if any of them had this amount of money, they'd probably quit immediately, let alone invest it.

Does she have business acumen? No.

Anyone with a bit of business acumen wouldn't choose to invest in Qingcheng International right now, would they?

However, Luo Bing didn't even think before she said, "Confirmed!"

Luo Bing didn't care much about money; she thought as long as it was enough to spend, it was fine. So she chose to invest in Qingcheng International. After all, she had been working at Qingcheng International since she graduated, so she had some feelings for it. Besides, although President Ye Qingcheng seemed cold on the surface, she did care for her employees. Otherwise, the benefits at Qingcheng International wouldn't be twice those outside.

"Alright!" Ye Qingcheng nodded, looking to her secretary Xiao Lan, and continued, "Draft a document for a shareholding in Qingcheng International for me!"

"Yes, president!" Xiao Lan turned and left the office. Five minutes later, she returned, holding a document and handed it to Ye Qingcheng, along with a pen.

Ye Qingcheng spoke, "As long as Qingcheng International gets through this difficult time, you will be a shareholder of Qingcheng International, holding ten percent of the shares. Please sign now!"

Ten percent shareholding carries a significant amount of power in Qingcheng International. You should know that President Ye Qingcheng currently only holds thirty percent of the shares, making her the largest shareholder of Qingcheng International.

Ye Qingcheng continued, "Signing doesn't mean your money will be immediately invested in Qingcheng International. It will only take effect after the shareholders' meeting and when those shareholders unanimously agree!"

"No problem!" Luo Bing smiled slightly and casually picked up the pen, scribbling her name on the document.

Ye Qingcheng nodded and then picked up the lottery ticket, speaking, "Take this lottery ticket back for now. It will only count as a formal investment after the shareholders' meeting!"

"No need!" Luo Bing smiled lightly, "I trust you!"

Hearing this, Ye Qingcheng was suddenly stunned. "I trust you." These four words seemed ordinary but now they were worth fourteen billion.

Before the shareholders' meeting, without those shareholders' handwritten signatures on the document, it wouldn't be effective.

Before it became effective, Luo Bing handed over fourteen billion to her, Ye Qingcheng, only saying, "I trust you." The weight of these four words is evident.

It was as if Luo Bing handed fourteen billion to Ye Qingcheng, and Ye Qingcheng only gave Luo Bing a verbal promise. If it were someone narrow-minded, they might immediately swallow Luo Bing's fourteen billion.

"If that's the case, then let's decide it this way!" Ye Qingcheng showed no politeness, knowing this was not the time for it. She continued, "Then make the call!"

"Okay!" Luo Bing nodded, then took out her phone, dialed a number, and soon the call was connected, "Lin Xin, is that guy at work?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xin from the planning department glanced at Xiao Tianyu and responded, "He is!"

"Let him answer the phone!"

"Alright!" Lin Xin nodded, walking over to Xiao Tianyu in her high heels, "Tianyu, your phone!"

"Oh!" Xiao Tianyu lazily replied, making Lin Xin pause, "It's the manager's call!"

"Tell her I'm sleeping and don't have time to take the call!"

"..." Lin Xin was dumbfounded. This... does this guy really take sleeping as a serious matter? Not even answering the manager's call—aren't you afraid of getting fired?

In the meeting room, Luo Bing naturally heard Xiao Tianyu's lazy tone over the phone, almost causing her to gasp in anger, "I'm sleeping, don't have time?" Damn it, it's working hours, and you have the nerve to say you don't have time?

What's more, there are so many people here. Is this bastard deliberately trying to embarrass me?

Seeing the strange looks from many people, Luo Bing felt embarrassed. A dignified planning department manager couldn't even get a typist to answer the phone—what's going on here?

On the other side, Lin Xin could even feel Luo Bing's chill through the phone, so she placed her slender hand on Xiao Tianyu's thigh and gave it a hard pinch.

"Ah... it was that nasty woman pinching me!" Xiao Tianyu scrambled up, Lin Xin gave him a look, "Awake now?"

"You..." Xiao Tianyu shot a cold gaze, causing Lin Xin to shiver, but she still spoke, "I'm only doing it for your good!"

For my good, by pinching me?

If it weren't for the fact that Lin Xin was as powerless as a chicken, Xiao Tianyu really wanted to give her a beating.

He then picked up the phone with a snort, "What is it?"

"Sleeping at work, you're quite something, aren't you?"

"Once the work is done, why not sleep?" Xiao Tianyu retorted, making the Luo Bing on the other end fume, and she coldly said, "The president wants you to come to the meeting room for a meeting!"

"No time!"

"You..."

Xiao Tianyu interrupted, "I'm just a typist. Attending meetings is none of my business. I still have work to do!"

Eh~

Still have work?

On the other end of the phone, Luo Bing was utterly speechless. Didn't this bastard just say his work was done?

Ye Qingcheng took the phone and spoke, "Is this Xiao Tianyu?"

"Yes!" Wait, this... this voice sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before? Xiao Tianyu was stunned, quite sure he had heard this voice somewhere.

However, before Xiao Tianyu could react, Ye Qingcheng continued, "I'm the president of Qingcheng International, now asking you to come to the meeting room for a meeting to discuss Qingcheng International's issues. Please come by!"

"I'm just a typist!" Xiao Tianyu replied earnestly.

"A typist is also an employee of Qingcheng International. Now that Qingcheng International is in trouble, shouldn't you also contribute?"

Ye Qingcheng's words were indeed polite.

She continued, "I know you're talented. I have reviewed your past tests, and your answers were very good. Also, your work was arranged by me personally, which might be unfair to you, so I sincerely apologize. Now, I solemnly promise you will be a senior executive of Qingcheng International. Please come to the meeting immediately!"

"I think being a typist is great, so I have no interest in being a senior executive!" Xiao Tianyu bluntly refused. Being a senior executive is much more troublesome, with so much work every day. Being a typist is much better; you can sleep whenever you want. There's no comparison between the two.

"..." On the other end of the phone, Ye Qingcheng was at a loss for words. Most people would fight tooth and nail to climb up, but this guy prefers to stay put, unambitious—a true maverick.

Ye Qingcheng wanted to ask, where's your ambition? Did a dog eat it?

Then, Ye Qingcheng said, "Even if you're a typist, you're still a part of Qingcheng International. Now that Qingcheng International is in a critical period, don't you also have the responsibility to discuss and come up with your solutions?"

"Sure, just move the meeting room to the planning department," Xiao Tianyu said blandly.

"..." On the other end, silence reigned.