Chapter 17: Chen Aijia's New Idea

Chen Aijia’s anger suddenly flared across her face. She admitted the company’s problems were considerable, but was she really as incompetent as he made her out to be? Nonsense!

“If you think you’re so great, why don’t you become the boss?” Chen Aijia sneered, laughing coldly. She longed to smash the coffee table in front of her right into this man’s face.

His face was so big—did he really think he could block out the sun?

Yang Changfeng shrugged, looking innocent. “You asked me to speak, didn’t you? I never said you had to do exactly as I suggest. What’s got you so riled up?”

Chen Aijia was speechless. She ought to slap herself for being so foolish—for inviting him to speak at all.

Wait, no. She had to let him talk, otherwise, what was the point of sending him to the Security Department? She needed to keep an eye on Yang, and any department close to her—like Sales or Marketing—would have been perfect. Throw him in, and as long as he didn’t achieve results, she could criticize him as much as she wanted. There’d be plenty of opportunities to put him in his place.

But she’d placed him in Security with the intention of having him keep an eye on Wang Hu and help clean up the department. Although she now felt a pang of shame, she had to admit her motives were more about dealing with this shameless man.

She sighed, feeling a touch of self-inflicted agony, and said coolly, “Go on, then. I want to hear what ‘brilliant’ ideas you have.”

Still want me to challenge you?

Yang Changfeng saw no reason for politeness. In fact, he knew that confronting Chen Aijia not only annoyed her—giving himself a certain satisfaction—but was also for her own good.

A company of this size could not have trivial problems. The Security Department seemed unimpressive, but one must remember: power lies in the hands that hold the guns. If you can’t control the department representing force, how could you control any other?

If traitors emerge in Security, the consequences would be dire. External troubles couldn’t be stopped, internal threats would slip by unnoticed, and as the issues worsen and become more pronounced, a company that looks vast and powerful could collapse overnight. That’s not impossible.

Yang Changfeng grew serious. “Forgive me for being blunt, but let me ask you: do you know the specifics of the Security Department’s shift schedule?”

Chen Aijia replied coldly, “Let me say something you won’t like: the Security Department is just responsible for safeguarding the company. What trouble could a shift schedule cause? No offense, but although Wang Hu is a major problem and figuring out how to resolve the risk he poses is a headache, I’ve never taken the Security Department itself seriously. Do you really think I’d personally concern myself with their shift schedule?”

It wasn’t arrogance—just reality. The Security Department’s job was simple; essentially, they guarded the gates. No company regards Security as a crucial department, nor expects the CEO to personally oversee it.

But Chen Aijia’s company was not like others.

Yang Changfeng scoffed. “Is that so? Then let me ask you: in any company, a Security Department head is essentially a security captain. Have you ever heard of a security captain who’s so problematic that even the boss finds him hard to deal with? Tell me, in today’s economy, which company’s security captain wields such influence?”

Chen Aijia was again silenced.

“All right, I admit you have a point. So tell me, what’s wrong with the Security Department’s shift schedule? Why should I take it so seriously?” She admitted her oversight frankly, but refused to act like a humble student. She felt Yang Changfeng was only trying to show off.

Yang Changfeng couldn’t be bothered with her attitude. He laid out a hypothetical: “If the night-shift staff were replaced with Wang Hu’s own people, he could do anything he wanted. If he had the right connections, he could even turn the company into a drug trading hub. With the company’s prestigious name, even if he just provided the location, he’d collect substantial rent every year. By day, the company belongs to you; by night, it’s entirely Wang Hu’s. Do you still think the problem isn’t serious enough?”

Chen Aijia was stunned. Her face went pale, beads of sweat forming on her brow. If things were as Yang Changfeng described, the situation was indeed dire.

Using the company as a shield, exploiting its massive influence in the local area to cover up misdeeds, turning the premises into a site for illegal or even criminal activities when no one else was around—even if every offense was pinned on Wang Hu, the company would still have to bear the consequences of the damage done.

Chen Aijia finally regarded Yang Changfeng with utmost seriousness.

This man was not exaggerating the importance of the Security Department to attract attention or curry favor. She could imagine far worse scenarios from his example, realizing the company could be exploited at night for even more serious crimes.

It was clear: Wang Hu was not only a grave obstacle to company operations but a malignant tumor affecting its fate.

This man, she realized, must be dealt with urgently.

Chen Aijia murmured, “No, no, this cannot happen. Tomorrow, I’ll personally look into the Security Department’s shift schedule.”

Raising her head, she saw Yang Changfeng had already started eating. While she was lost in thought, the waiter had brought the food, and Yang Changfeng was helping himself, savoring steak dipped in caviar, nodding approvingly as he placed the caviar dish squarely in front of himself.

Chen Aijia didn’t get angry. The more she watched Yang Changfeng, the more she felt he deserved a reward—a delicious meal today.

Even that one hundred and fifty thousand—thinking back, it was money well spent.

This man, it turned out, was not entirely useless.

Chen Aijia made a decision in an instant: once Wang Hu was dealt with, she’d appoint this fellow as head of Security. That way, she wouldn’t have to worry about him wielding the company’s largest department and turning into another Wang Hu.

He’d never have the chance!

Pleased with her plan, Chen Aijia smiled, watching Yang Changfeng eat and drink with abandon, as if she were sizing up an intriguing prey.

But she forgot: when a woman regards a man as prey, she often ends up the prey herself—a truth proven by countless examples.

Resting her chin in her hands, she watched Yang Changfeng finish his meal and smiled, “Want to earn even more money?”

Yang Changfeng had long noticed her gaze—filled with pride, mockery, and surprise.

Surprised, aren’t you? Just a slight move from me, and you can’t help but admire it!

Being scrutinized by such an absolute beauty was something Yang Changfeng thoroughly enjoyed, but her question caught him off guard.