Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2435 - 1814: An Unexpected Scene
Previously on Inheritance of Two Trillion...
Beside Yorko Company’s General Manager Fiewood stood a stout, dark-skinned man. This individual was Harvey, one of the company’s executive vice presidents and Fiewood’s trusted confidant, known for his competence and unwavering alignment with his boss’s directives.
Responding to Fiewood’s query at that moment, Harvey affirmed respectfully, "Rest assured, everything is in place."
He then proactively added, "Everything is ready!"
The word "everything" was delivered with a distinct emphasis.
Superficially, this final statement seemed repetitive. For an experienced professional like Harvey, such repetition in front of his superior might suggest a lack of decisiveness or confidence.
However, Fiewood merely nodded, appearing unfazed by any perceived redundancy.
As their conversation continued, a soft voice called out from behind them, stopping a few steps away, "Mr. Fiewood?"
The voice was melodious and pleasant, a delight to the ear.
Fiewood and Harvey turned, their gazes falling upon the person behind them.
It was a tall, statuesque woman of mixed-race heritage, possessing delicate and captivating features. A hint of timidity resided in her eyes; when she met someone’s gaze, she appeared exceptionally vulnerable and evokes sympathy. This was not due to her being new to the workplace or feeling intimidated by Fiewood; it was an innate quality, a delicate, almost fragile demeanor that naturally inspired a protective instinct in others.
"Matilda, what is it?" Fiewood inquired.
Matilda was one of the secretaries assigned to Fiewood.
"The venue and the luncheon are prepared, but the restaurant reported a minor incident during the delivery of the Romanee-Conti you requested, resulting in six fewer bottles. They are inquiring if a substitute can be offered..." Matilda asked tentatively.
"No!" Fiewood retorted sharply, his tone turning icy.
A flash of displeasure crossed his face as he looked at Matilda. "What are you doing? Does this truly require my consultation? If they couldn't procure it, instruct them to find a solution. Regardless, not a single bottle less!"
Fiewood’s approach to business matters was undeniably overbearing, devoid of any courtesy or leniency, especially towards a pretty face. His tone was unmistakably a public reprimand.
Matilda appeared flustered, her demeanor unchanging despite her years as a secretary. She nodded repeatedly before quickly and timidly departing.
"Honestly, such a trivial matter, and she still has to bother you!" Harvey muttered, his gaze following Matilda’s retreating figure.
Fiewood, unwilling to waste further energy on such trifles, redirected his attention toward the end of the main road.
Sensing his boss’s disinterest in further discussion, Harvey wisely fell silent.
At that precise moment, a motorcade appeared at the road's terminus, making its entrance.
Leading the procession were three to four police cars and armored vehicles, trailed by several coaches.
Upon witnessing this display, Fiewood’s eyes brightened, and the stern expression on his face melted into a smile.
The transformation in his demeanor and mood was remarkably seamless.
"They have arrived!" Harvey exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement.
There was no need for confirmation; this motorcade undoubtedly belonged to the Huaxia Business Group. The distinguished guests arriving were prominent magnates from the East.
Both Fiewood, as the company’s leader, and Harvey, the executive vice president, were filled with anticipation for the impending collaboration.
Without awaiting Fiewood’s command, Harvey turned to initiate the welcoming procession’s performance.
Music, flowers, and the promise of dancing—these elements constituted standard practice for welcoming ceremonies globally, intended to convey maximum 'enthusiasm'.
Soon, the business group’s motorcade halted at a short distance, and the guests began to disembark.
This delegation included not only the Huaxia Business Group but also high-ranking national officials from Lekram, leaders from Mulango City, and, naturally, dignitary representatives from the host city itself.
With a broad smile, Fiewood, accompanied by Harvey and the entirety of Yorko Company’s senior management, stepped forward to extend their welcome.
As the two groups converged, a lively atmosphere naturally ensued.
The performers in the background escalated their enthusiastic display.
Amidst the throng, Bai Xiaosheng, with Lin Weiwei and Lei Ying by his side, felt the overwhelming fervor and the deafening music.
When the introductions reached him, Bai Xiaosheng found himself momentarily face-to-face with General Manager Fiewood.
Fiewood’s expression and demeanor appeared identical to how he interacted with everyone else.
At least to any onlookers, there was no discernible difference.
However, in that brief exchange of glances with Fiewood, Bai Xiaosheng perceived that the man's regard for him was distinct.
Fiewood was aware of his arrival, yet had masterfully maintained a facade of unawareness! Bai Xiaosheng, naturally, did not reveal this knowledge. The two had merely exchanged a handshake in passing. Following the welcoming procedures, Fiewood personally took the lead, escorting everyone into the Yorko Building and directly towards the grand auditorium that had been prepared. This hall was expansive enough to seat several hundred individuals, certainly more than sufficient for the assembled guests. The setup here differed from the company visited earlier in the day. The plan was to commence with a detailed presentation for all attendees within the auditorium. Fiewood himself was slated to be the primary speaker. Once the guests were comfortably seated, a succession of leaders delivered their addresses. Finally, Fiewood stepped forward, a welcoming smile gracing his features, and addressed the assembly: "On behalf of every employee at Yorko Company, I wish to express our deepest gratitude for your presence here today." Amidst a round of applause, Fiewood continued, "A tour program has been meticulously arranged for your enjoyment. However, before we embark on that, kindly permit me to deliver a brief presentation. It will not be extensive, merely a few dozen minutes in duration." As he uttered these words, Fiewood gestured to the staff nearby, signaling them to initiate the projector. The task of operating the equipment fell to his personal secretary, Matilda. It is noteworthy that prior to the commencement of the meeting, the equipment, which had undergone thorough testing beforehand, experienced an unexpected malfunction. For those accustomed to managing conferences, such occurrences are not uncommon. Devices functioning flawlessly moments before can inexplicably fail at a crucial juncture. Setting aside any supernatural explanations, the scientific perspective points to potential operator error under high-pressure circumstances – a manifestation of Murphy’s Law: If you fear a particular outcome, its likelihood increases. Over by the equipment, Matilda was in a state of anxious disarray, issuing urgent instructions as she attempted to implement an emergency fix, perspiration beading on her brow. Having just managed to resolve the technical difficulties, she then observed Fiewood preparing to utilize the system. Matilda swiftly handed over the USB drive containing the presentation materials to the technicians for playback. As a secretary, she was entrusted with several such USB drives. Given the sensitive nature of the information they held, they were only relinquished to the technicians shortly before their intended use. The expansive screen mounted on the wall facing the audience within the auditorium displayed a crystal-clear projection, easily discernible even from the furthest seats. With the equipment functioning optimally and the projection running smoothly, Matilda and the technicians by her side collectively exhaled a profound sigh of relief upon confirmation of stability. They were all acutely aware that any failure in such a high-profile setting would lead to severe repercussions. From his seat in the audience, Bai Xiaosheng tilted his head back, his gaze fixed on the large screen, poised to absorb the valuable information Fiewood had prepared. At that precise moment, Fiewood stood on the stage, his smile unwavering as he cast a glance back towards the screen, intending to impart his meticulously crafted message to every guest. His objective was to foster greater interest and willingness for cooperation. "Esteemed guests, please direct your attention to this report. This document details our…" However, as he turned his head and clearly perceived the image displayed on the screen, Fiewood’s smile faltered, and his words trailed off abruptly. What was projected was not the carefully prepared content Fiewood had intended for this occasion! Instead, a classified document was visible, something that absolutely should not have been presented in this context! The document pertained to dealings with several corporations – entities that had, quite recently, become the subject of Bai Xiaosheng’s investigations! The realization that Bai Xiaosheng was present at this very venue caused Fiewood’s countenance to shift drastically. While the information might have been inconsequential if viewed by others, its exposure to Bai Xiaosheng presented an entirely different, and deeply problematic, scenario! Fiewood immediately swiveled his head towards the audience, his eyes scanning for Bai Xiaosheng’s location. He observed Bai Xiaosheng’s intense focus fixed upon the screen! "Error! This is incorrect!" Fiewood jolted back to reality, his voice strained with urgency. He then pointed emphatically towards Matilda’s station, exclaiming with anger, "What are you people doing?! The content is wrong, change it immediately!" As he spoke, Fiewood moved with astonishing speed, like a meteor streaking across the sky, making his way towards that direction. The assembled guests observed this unfolding scene with palpable curiosity. The notion of a subordinate mistakenly playing the wrong content was comprehensible; indeed, such a lapse was highly improbable for an event of this caliber. However, Mr. Fiewood’s reaction seemed disproportionately agitated. Murmurs began to ripple through the audience, hushed conversations escalating. "Xiaosheng…" Lin Weiwei, seated behind Bai Xiaosheng, leaned forward slightly, her voice laced with surprise as she called out to him.Lei Ying stood beside Lin Weiwei, his silence broken only as he whipped out his phone and initiated a recording of the screen. The priority was capturing the data in the moment, while detailed analysis could wait for later. Bai Xiaosheng’s gaze remained locked onto the display, his response to Lin Weiwei a hushed confirmation, "I've got it!"