Pang Cheng said, "Don't worry, it's legal and compliant, I'll handle it!"
Shen Qingxi patted Pang Cheng on the shoulder, "Sure enough, you're the most reliable. Alright, go ahead and do it, I'm going to my office to catch up on some sleep."
Without waiting for Pang Cheng's reaction, Shen Qingxi headed straight for the office building.
Of course, before entering, he didn't forget to toss the key to his Panda bike to the security guard.
He wanted the guard to park his precious Panda properly, since now, all he had left was his Panda.
Pang Cheng watched Shen Qingxi's departing figure
and shook his head helplessly.
Then he took out his phone, quickly tapped the screen, and with a whoosh, the message was sent successfully. He
then put his phone away and headed towards the group's building.
He was going to be busy from now on.
Yun Family Villa.
Shen Feng leaned back on the sofa, flipping through the documents in his hand.
Yun Lang said, "What are you looking at? Over and over again."
Shen Feng placed the folder on the table and pointed to the documents on it.
"Look at this."
Yun Lang straightened up and looked at the documents on the table.
"Pang Cheng? Isn't that Qingxi's childhood friend? He also knows Miaomiao. What's wrong? You've investigated Pang Cheng several times, haven't you?,but each time you couldn't find any problems!"
Shen Feng frowned and said, "Not finding any problems is the biggest problem. Putting aside the timing of Pang Cheng's appearance, just consider his excellence.
Do you think someone this excellent is someone that a small family like the Pang family of Gancheng could... "
"Were they groomed?"
Yun Lang frowned. "His public persona has always been that of an ordinary family!
But in reality, he's a child of the Pang family, sent to Jiangcheng to escape the infighting within the family.
He goes back to the Pang family to study every year during holidays. Didn't you send people to investigate?
His studies and such are all traceable."
Shen Feng said, "That's true, but I always feel there's something wrong. Over the years, I've never given up investigating Pang Cheng's true identity.
But I always feel that the Pang family groomed him..."
"You can't produce kids like this. Sometimes he gives me the feeling that he's from the Elite Hall!"
Yun Lang was taken aback: "Elite Hall? You mean he was sent by the four great families of Kyoto?"
Shen Feng stroked his chin: "Shen Yun, Sun, and Chen, fearing that their descendants might produce useless offspring, jointly created the Elite Hall to cultivate young people and become their support. Those cultivated are all true prodigies.
That's the feeling I get from Pang Cheng."
Yun Lang said: "Impossible. If he really is from the Elite Hall, then doesn't that mean our families have been watching us for a long time?"
Shen Feng said: "That's what I'm worried about now. If he really is from the Elite Hall, then this matter, perhaps, wasn't aimed at me from the beginning, but..."
Yun Lang frowned: "Qing Xi? You think he was chosen?"
Shen Feng said: "It's all just my guess. I hope my guess is wrong!
If he really was chosen, that would be a real problem. I hope my guess is wrong."
Yun Lang fell silent. As one of the top four families in Kyoto, he knew very well what being chosen meant.
It was indeed a huge problem; a slight misstep could really lead to death.
Shen Feng frowned, repeatedly flipping through the documents in his hands.
Yun Lang didn't speak, simply remaining quiet.
He knew that Shen Feng didn't like being disturbed when he was thinking.
Moreover, over the years, every time Shen Feng entered this state, it meant that Shen Feng was about to make a major decision.
Just like back then, when Shen Feng and Yun Lang were almost chosen.
The two of them seemed to be raising a pair of venomous insects, needing to fight to the death that night.
Shen Feng found him and then led him away from Kyoto.
...
Shen Group Headquarters.
Pang Cheng finished dealing with everything.
He sat in a chair in the lobby, rubbing his forehead.
"I'm so tired, really so tired.
Shen Qingxi, that brat, he's always liked to dump everything on me since we were little.
Homework, planning outings,
even writing love letters—I did it all.
If I didn't know he had no idea about the Elite Hall, I'd suspect he did it on purpose.
Oh well, he's just born to be a workaholic. I'll try to reduce your troubles before you go back to Kyoto.
That way you won't have any worries."
Pang Cheng stood up and straightened his suit.
The tired look on his face disappeared, as if the exhausted person from before wasn't him at all.
Then, he walked towards the elevator.
The moment the elevator doors closed, that familiar smile reappeared on Pang Cheng's face.
On the top floor, Shen Qingxi lay sprawled on the sofa,
smacking his lips, his sleeping posture incredibly unrestrained.
Pang Cheng walked into the office and the first thing he saw was Shen Qingxi sprawled out.
Pang Cheng rolled his eyes.
Seriously, following Shen Qingxi was really bad luck.
Being tired was one thing, but that was another.
This guy truly doesn't care about anything.
Look at the other selected individuals in the Elite Hall.
Every single one of them is diligent and hardworking, navigating the ups and downs of the business world.
Then look at this guy. Pang Cheng grew up with him.
He only saw him do business once. That year, this guy's allowance exceeded his limit.
Desperate, he had to sell contraceptives at hotels on Valentine's Day.
To be honest, Pang Cheng thought his idea was pretty good.
But damn it, this guy didn't do any market research beforehand!
The hotels he went to offered free supplies.
This guy happily sold them all day, but didn't sell a single one.
Later, this guy came to a conclusion:
the people of Jiangcheng are too open-minded.
Pang Cheng was stunned.
What kind of bizarre thought process led to this conclusion?
Among all the chosen ones, this guy was definitely a breath of fresh air.
Pang Cheng had worried more than once: did this guy really deserve to return to Kyoto?
Pang Cheng sat at his desk, flipping through the documents on it.
He tried his best to ignore Shen Qingxi's snoring, teeth grinding, sleep talking, and smacking sounds.
Finally, Pang Cheng couldn't take it anymore.
"Young Master Shen, wake up!"
Shen Qingxi opened his eyes groggily: "Huh, Pang Cheng, are you done? I've been waiting for you for ages, isn't it time to eat?"
Pang Cheng's face instantly darkened.
"Young Master Shen, please get one thing straight, the Shen Group is yours. Are you really okay with being a hands-off manager?"
Shen Qingxi yawned and sat up.
"Between you and me, there's no need to be so clear-cut. As the saying goes, 'If you doubt someone, don't use them; if you use someone, don't doubt them.' I'm willing to give you all my trust!"
Pang Cheng exclaimed, "Good heavens, this guy is playing the 'respectful and humble' card with me now. "
He's grown up, he's definitely grown up.
But why is his growth being applied to himself?