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"Find a reliable renovation company and renovate floors 26 to 30." Jiang Wenxi tapped her fingertips lightly on the reception table in the property office. The wood grain of the tabletop was clearly visible under the cool white light. Her tone was calm but carried an undeniable certainty.

"For specific decoration style, functional zoning and construction requirements, you can communicate directly with my professional manager Jiang Wei or my special assistant Jiang Yan. They will provide you with detailed plans."

The property manager across from him, Zhang Qiang, quickly sat up from his chair, a fawning smile on his face, and hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, Mr. Jiang, don't worry, I understand!"

He reached behind him and grabbed a notebook and pen from the filing cabinet. The pen tip scratched rapidly across the pages as he wrote down key information such as "floors 26-30" and "connecting to Jiang Wei/Jiang Yan" without missing a single word. He even marked each item with an asterisk, afraid of missing anything.

After finishing writing, he raised his head, bending even lower: "I will definitely find the most qualified and reputable renovation company in the industry, assemble a dedicated construction team, and guarantee to complete the renovation to a high standard strictly according to your requirements, so you won't have to worry about anything!"

"That's settled then." Jiang Wenxi nodded slightly, not saying anything more. "If there are any problems later, just have Jiang Wei or Jiang Yan contact you." As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the table. The well-tailored black suit skirt outlined a clean line with her movement, and the hem of the skirt lightly swept across the ground without making a sound.

As she reached the office door, she paused, then suddenly turned to look at Jiang Wei, who had been standing half a step behind her: "The registration of Wenle Investment Co., Ltd. needs to be expedited. We should strive to complete all the business registration, tax registration, and other procedures within a week and obtain all the necessary licenses."

After a pause, she added, "In addition, the company's recruitment work is also on the agenda. The candidates for the core positions of marketing, investment, and risk control will be strictly screened. We will not only look at their professional abilities, but also investigate their backgrounds."

"Yes, Miss." Jiang Wei immediately stepped forward, bowed slightly, and replied in a calm and steady voice.

"I will immediately arrange for my team to expedite the registration process, while also contacting a professional headhunting firm to handle recruitment for key positions, ensuring that everything is completed on time and to a high standard, giving you a satisfactory result."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wenxi smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and said no more.

She turned and took the lead, with Jiang Wei and Jiang Yan following closely behind on either side. The three of them walked neatly through the corridor of the property office and headed towards the building lobby.

Sunlight streamed through the lobby’s massive glass curtain wall, casting dappled shadows on the polished marble floor and making Jiang Wenxi’s figure appear even longer.

Meanwhile, in Villa No. 17, located almost halfway across the city from this commercial building, a completely different atmosphere prevailed.

Inside the villa, the warm yellow lights were dimmed, and the air was filled with a faint smell of cigars.

Zhu Zhiqiang was slumped in the large leather sofa, a half-smoked cigar between his fingers, the ash about to fall, but he was completely unaware of it. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with a sinister look as he looked at the bodyguard standing in front of him.

"Are you sure they replied that they're not coming?" His voice was low, tinged with suppressed anger, the last syllable rising slightly, revealing a sense of displeasure at being offended.

The bodyguard stood bowed, his head lowered even further, his tone respectful yet carrying a barely perceptible hint of caution:

"Yes, young master. I personally went to Miss Jiang's residence to convey the invitation. Her butler received me and made it clear that Miss Jiang is too busy to attend tonight's coming-of-age ceremony banquet."

Zhu Zhiqiang chuckled and slammed the cigar in his hand into the crystal ashtray with a soft "sizzle," extinguishing the embers instantly and leaving a black soot stain.

He stood up, walked to the huge French windows, and looked at the neatly trimmed green plants in the courtyard outside, his eyes growing increasingly gloomy.

This man was none other than Zhu Zhiqiang, the eldest son of the Zhu family. In a few hours, it would be his younger sister Zhu Xiaolin's 18th birthday celebration. The Zhu family had been preparing for this banquet for a long time, and the guests were all prominent figures from the Chinese business and political circles.

Previously, at the 80th birthday celebration of the Fu family patriarch, he had personally witnessed a woman named Jiang Wenxi presenting an expensive gift, which shocked everyone present and made him pay more attention to this woman who had suddenly appeared. After much deliberation, he finally decided to extend an invitation and include Jiang Wenxi in the banquet guest list.

"Invitations for everyone else have already been sent out. The reason we didn't consider her was because Xiaolin said she was afraid that Jiang Wenxi would be too eye-catching and know how to attract attention, thus stealing the spotlight from her coming-of-age ceremony."

Zhu Zhiqiang murmured softly, his tone carrying a hint of indulgence towards his sister, but more so of his anger at being rejected.

"I made an exception and extended an invitation at the last minute, and she dared to refuse? She's just a young girl who's only just entered the Chinese market with some capital. Does she think she's above everyone else just because she has a little money? Isn't she afraid I'll trip her up and make it impossible for her to do business in China?"

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, loosening his tie at the collar of his shirt, his chest heaving slightly. He hadn't considered that inviting someone to such an important coming-of-age ceremony was illogical—it was a last-minute decision, given the untimely invitation. Such a hasty invitation was inherently casual and disrespectful, and being refused was perfectly normal.

"Young Master, what should we do now? Should we send someone to urge them again, or..." the bodyguard asked cautiously, trying to ease the oppressive atmosphere in the room.

Zhu Zhiqiang raised his hand to interrupt him, his eyes cold: "No need. Since she doesn't give the Zhu family any face, then don't blame me for being impolite." He turned around, sat back on the sofa, picked up the phone on the table, and quickly swiped his finger across the screen.

"Since she doesn't want to come, the banquet will still be just as successful without her. As for her... just wait and see, I'll show her the consequences of not giving face to the Zhu family on Chinese soil."

On the other side, as soon as Jiang Wenxi returned to Villa No. 1, the motion-sensor light in the entrance hall slowly turned on, illuminating her slightly tired but still clear eyes.

She had just changed into her slippers when her phone chimed. It was a text message from Fu Siya: "Wenxi, are you going to Villa No. 17 later to celebrate Zhu Xiaolin's coming-of-age ceremony?"

Jiang Wenxi tapped the screen lightly with her fingertip and replied with only two simple words: "I'm not going."