Working: Start by earning the boss a hundred million!

Chapter 83 Even a Divine Lord's Tribulation is a Poverty

Based on the current situation, going to Yuncheng is a done deal; the only question is when.

Cheng Mai listened as Xiao Wang repeated the question from before, "The main problem is that we don't have a branch there, so if users there have problems, it's difficult for us to resolve them."

"Why don't Xiao Wang and I go over first? If we really can't solve it, then you and the boss can go over?" Shen Luo suggested, because she knew that Cheng Mai had other things to do here.

"Alright, you can go ahead first. Contact me anytime if anything happens." Cheng Mai made the decision after assessing the priorities. There were still things to be resolved at the Cheng Group, and she really couldn't leave.

Merchant Jian naturally had no objections.

After Shen Luo and Xiao Wang finished preparing for their trip to Yuncheng, Cheng Mai looked at Shang Xingjian and said, "I feel like you've been acting strangely lately. Are you just a hands-off manager?"

Shang Xingjian leaned lazily against the edge of the table. "Have you ever seen a boss who does all the work himself?"

"Besides, you need to personally oversee the construction of Xuanhe Technology so that you can step in and resolve any problems immediately. If you rely on the empire I built, who will give you face in the future?"

"Isn't it enough to just have your name, Lord Genga?"

"You wish! Are you done with your work? If you're done, go back." Shang Xingjian gave her a shove on the head and turned to leave.

Cheng Mai watched his retreating figure, her delicate brows furrowed. There was definitely something wrong with the business empire.

And the problem is not small.

"You'd better not let me find out what your problem is," Cheng Mai muttered, and quickly followed after him.

On the third day, Cheng Mai obtained the supplier's information. Even though the information he found was only partial, it was enough to make Cheng Mai realize something.

“The materials they supplied to the Cheng Group were all compliant, but they also produced a lot of defective products behind the scenes. If this kind of news gets out, it won’t just affect them, it will also affect us.” Yang Fan didn’t expect that those suppliers would be so selective in their dealings with people.

“It’s not just if it gets out, it’s definitely going to get out.” Cheng Mai flipped through several documents. “First, stop all production on the line, then take all the chips for inspection, and post every single test report.”

“But once the wind picks up, people won’t care whether the wind actually harms them. They’ll only see that the wind is blowing dust off their walls. Even if that dust doesn’t cause them any harm, they’ll still stand up and blame the wind,” Yang Fan reminded them.

Getting tested is essentially a waste of time, since people only believe what they want to believe.

"Do as I say first, then keep an eye on the media's movements these next two days." Cheng Mai didn't explain much, just gestured for Yang Fan to do it.

Seeing that Cheng Mai had made up his mind, Yang Fan said nothing more and turned to leave the office.

Cheng Mai read the report several times, rubbing his temples. The Cheng Group was a huge gold mine, but even so, Shang Xingjian never thought of taking a single penny from the Cheng Group. He would rather use her brains to develop Xuanhe Technology than do something like asking for money.

Of course, this excludes meals; when it comes to eating, Boss Shang is extremely shameless.

As Cheng Mai was thinking, Shang Xingjian walked out of the lounge. Cheng Mai looked up lazily and saw that the man's expression was not very good.

"It seems that merely skinning and dismembering it was too lenient; it actually managed to injure you to this extent?" Several days have passed, and Shang Xingjian is still expelling toxins every day.

Shang Xingjian leaned weakly against the door, "So I need to eat something good to nourish myself."

"Go drink your snake bone wine." Cheng Mai knew he couldn't stop talking about food. "There are only boxed lunches, take it or leave it." The boxed lunches were ordered by Yang Fan just now, she didn't have time to go out to eat.

The merchant was not picky and ate everything.

He took the lunchbox without hesitation, opened it and started eating, glancing at the documents on the table out of the corner of his eye. "My subordinates are quite efficient."

“Some of them were people my father left behind. I didn’t touch them back then, thinking they were all capable workers. I didn’t expect them to actually come in handy now.” Cheng Mai finished looking carefully, then looked up at Shang Xingjian. “I have a question for you. What do they mainly use the money for?”

"There are many things he can do. Besides ghosts, monsters and spirits can all transform into human form. Living in the human world definitely requires money. If he is going to cause a large-scale disturbance, you can think of it as training troops."

Cheng Mai was stunned. If it was for training troops, then the money would be more than just a matter of money flowing in.

“This kind of training is different from your current troops. Those things cannot be hidden, so large-scale training cannot be carried out in normal places. Therefore, we can only buy mountains and land, plus weapons manufacturing and so on. There are many places that require money. Think about it.”

Cheng Mai dared not delve too deeply into it; the implications were far too great.

"He wants to seize sovereignty from the human world?" Cheng Mai muttered to himself.

"His ambitions are probably greater than his desire to seize sovereignty, but you all need to solve these things yourselves." Shang Xingjian reiterated that they should solve these things themselves, and threw his empty lunchbox into the trash can. "Young Master Cheng is naturally intelligent; this kind of thing won't be difficult for you."

Cheng Mai: "..." Wait, is this person a pig? He's already finished eating?
The main question is why this person eats a lot and eats quickly, yet doesn't gain weight?

The shopkeeper, Manager Jian, was even more infuriating than he was. He casually grabbed a cup of milk tea, inserted a straw, and started drinking. "He's not the only one training troops. Isn't General Meng An training troops too?"

“That’s not necessarily true. Father trains Yin soldiers, and it’s for the sake of sustaining the underworld,” Cheng Mai immediately retorted. “The starting points are completely different.”

Shang Xingjian smiled but remained noncommittal.

Cheng Mai didn't argue with her about it. "In a couple of days, it's President Zhu's cocktail party. There will be an auction at the party. It's not a big event, but all the attendees are wealthy people. I'm planning to sell some of your things."

"Go get them yourself." Shang Xingjian didn't care about those treasures that others considered antiques; to him, they were just things gathering dust.

"You can take anything?" Cheng Mai asked pointedly, her motives unclear, but she did ask anyway.

The only question that wasn't clearly asked was: "Can I take things from the thatched hut?"

She knew her question was presumptuous, but she was presumptuous nonetheless, and she dared to wait for the merchant's brief reply.

Shang Xingjian paused in his milk tea drinking, looked at Cheng Mai, seemingly understanding, yet also seemingly not understanding.

"Anything you think is valuable is fine," Shang Xingjian said frankly.

This made Cheng Mai feel petty, but a few minutes later she understood why Shang Xingjian was so frank.

Because there was nothing of value in the thatched hut.

Even a deity undergoing tribulation will end up penniless!