Hai Ling admired people who got things done. The senior executives in the room might have had their own thoughts, but those who relied on flattery without real talent were uneasy.
A new leader always starts with a few bold moves.
As the new president, Hai Ling would surely make waves—perhaps not just three, but a dozen.
Since the Feng Corporation was wholly owned by the Feng Clan and not publicly listed, the clan leader held absolute authority. In the past, clan elders could meddle in company affairs, but after Feng Yue took over, she gradually sidelined them. Those capable of opposing her were secretly eliminated, leaving the rest too weak or timid to resist.
Thus, the president’s word was law in the company.
Those who had risen by currying favor with Feng Ruo or the three Zheng brothers knew their backers were gone, and tough times lay ahead.
Some were already considering resignation.
Leaving voluntarily was better than being forced out.
Even the three Vice President Zhengs were told to resign by President Feng.
Let alone those who had ridden their coattails.
Next, Feng Qing had the senior executives introduce themselves, so Hai Ling could learn their names and roles.
The meeting lasted until evening.
After it ended, Feng Qing and Hai Ling stayed behind, watching everyone leave.
When only Feng Qing, Hai Ling, and Fang Yao remained in the meeting room, Feng Qing said to Hai Ling, “Take your time learning the company’s operations. If you don’t understand something, just ask me.”
“With your intelligence, a month should be enough to grasp the Feng Corporation’s workings.”
“There’s a business gala tonight, and I received an invitation. We’ll go together. For the next month, I’ll guide you and accompany you. After that, you’ll take the lead.”
Hai Ling nodded. “Alright, I’ll work hard. Feng Qing, are you really leaving?”
“The grudges of the previous generation are settled. You’re a fair and principled person, and we’re not unreasonable—we won’t hold you accountable for no reason. There’s no need for you to leave your hometown.”
Hai Ling and Feng Qing respected each other. If Feng Yue hadn’t caused the death of Hai Ling’s grandmother, they could have been relatives and close friends.
She didn’t want Feng Qing to leave Jiang City.
Feng Qing’s business was in Jiang City, though not in the city center.
Feng Qing smiled and said, “I know you won’t hold it against me. I’ve done nothing to be ashamed of, and my conscience is clear.”
“But I was once the heir to the Feng Clan, and my mother did so many terrible things. The clan members despise her. If I stay in Jiang City, they’ll always be uneasy, fearing I might turn against them.”
“By leaving, they won’t have to worry and can wholeheartedly follow you. It also prevents anyone from sowing discord between us.”
“My company won’t relocate for now. Once I find a city to settle in and establish roots, I’ll gradually move my business there.”
“Jiang City is my homeland. I’ll come back to visit when I have time. Every Qingming Festival, I’ll return to pay respects to our ancestors with you.”
