At the top floor of Yafang Tower, in the President's office.
He Zhendong sat down in the spacious and comfortable executive chair, patted the armrest, looked around, and his face was filled with smug satisfaction.
He had coveted this position for a long time, and now it was finally his turn to sit here. It was a long-cherished wish fulfilled. Lin Zhiyuan, Lin Qingya, Chen Shangnian, now they could only eat his dust, which pleased him immensely.
Several local newspapers from Chunjiang were scattered across the expansive desk, and nearly every front page was headlined with the news of Lin Qingya's resignation. He Zhendong had thoroughly read them all and scoffed at much of their content.
These journalists actually said that Yafang Group had revived under Lin Qingya's leadership, suggesting that under his, He Zhendong's, management, Yafang Group would likely go downhill again.
That greatly underestimated him!