Chapter 69: Chapter 69 - 69 Order No. 069

Chapter 69: Order No. 069 Chapter 69: Order No. 069 “I know, I’ll go change my clothes first, have them wait a moment.”

He Xing said this expressionlessly, then headed to his own waiting room.

This was a resting room comparable to a presidential suite in a five-star hotel, with a dressing room as large as an ordinary person’s bedroom, filled with various bespoke suits, shirts, ties, plenty of casual wear, and even several sets of pajamas.

He Xing tugged at the tie around his neck, took off his suit, and casually grabbed a bathrobe before entering the bathroom.

Soon the sound of rushing water could be heard, and through the frosted bathroom door, one could make out a blurred figure; a tall, robust physique and even through the blur, the distinct, sharp facial features were unmistakable.

Before long, the bathroom door opened, and billowing steam burst forth, resembling the dry ice effects in TV dramas, quite dreamy.

He Xing emerged in a bathrobe, his clear clavicle faintly visible, and his long legs covered with distinct coarse leg hair emitted a strong scent of pheromones.

His semi-long hair was dripping wet, falling from his neck into his clavicle, and finally disappearing into the bathrobe.

He Xing grabbed a dry towel and vigorously rubbed his hair, his dark eyes intermittently gleaming through the veil of hair, flickering like candle flames.

His eyelashes were like two brushes, long and curved, fluttering like fans as he blinked.

And the gems hidden beneath those fans, like magnets, held one’s gaze spellbound.

In the midst of the hairdryer’s humming, He Xing once again dialed Fu Han’s number, and unsurprisingly, it was still busy.

He sighed; it seemed she was truly angry this time. He could explain, he could coax her, but first, he had to find her.

He Xing chose a black suit, paired with a sapphire blue tie, adorned at the chest with a brooch designed like a pin.

The sapphire blue tie is difficult for most people to pull off; it can easily look greasy.

But the visual impact of He Xing’s face was so striking that even the most vivid clothes looked better on him—the regal, bright colors suited him best.

Before leaving, He Xing checked himself in the mirror one last time; his semi-long hair was slicked back with a seven-to-three part, fixed with hair gel, looking very sharp.

He took a big sip of honey water and then opened the door, heading toward the boardroom.

No one followed behind He Xing, but his confident stride gave the impression of an army marching behind him.

The He Group had been established for over a hundred years, and most of the board members were about the same age as the elderly He patriarch; calling them ‘grandfather’ would not be out of place, and supposedly, the youngest among them was five or six years older than his father.

Therefore, everyone there was his senior.

He could hear raucous voices at the door, but as he pushed it open, those sounds vanished instantly, leaving the vast meeting room in pin-drop silence.

After entering, He Xing greeted them, “Good day, grandfathers, uncles, and gentlemen. I will be presiding over today’s board meeting; please feel free to direct any questions to me.”

His direct approach left the directors seated at the round table looking at each other, all silent, none wanting to be the first to speak; they all felt like they were ganging up on the fewer and the younger.

As no one spoke, He Xing didn’t rush them. He settled in the Chairman’s seat, rested his head on his hand, and half-closed his eyes, deep in thought.

Time ticked away silently, as the directors exchanged wordless glances.

Finally, Director Wu, a short and plump man with droopy eyes, broke the silence, “Chairman He, how do you plan to address today’s issue?”

“It’s just two percentage points; the He Group can completely absorb that,” responded He Xing nonchalantly, the pen in his hand twirling endlessly.

Many shareholders around the round table were murmuring among themselves, and He Xing, expressionless, watched them before icily countering, “Or do you all believe that the He Group can be defeated by a mere two percentage points?”

“Chairman He, you can’t say that,” Director Wu, whose hair had already turned white, was the first to respond. His round face looked affable, but the somewhat gloomy droopy eyes diluted that affability, “The He Group’s stock hasn’t fallen by two points in over a decade. The media outside is even suggesting this is the first step in the decline of the He Group.”

He Xing’s eyebrows raised, his face impassive as he looked at Director Wu, “Uncle Wu, you believe such rumors? Or do you no longer have faith in this enterprise that your ancestors struggled for?”

Most of those present had dedicated their lives to the He Group, and for many, their whole families had worked hard for the Group. A lot of them held shares gifted directly by the He Family.

These sharp words silenced the grand meeting room, causing the numerous directors to become quiet.

Today’s incident, from another perspective, was tantamount to elders bullying a junior; not only would it sound bad if word got out, but it also brought them no honor.

Director Wu’s beady eyes darted around, sweat beading on his nose as he realized he couldn’t wait any longer and abruptly stood up, “Chairman He, stop beating around the bush. All of us here have staked our livelihoods and lives on the He Group. Are you planning to dismiss us just like that?”

This remark immediately found support among many directors; indeed, there was truth in it.

“Alright, He Xing is still a kid. Let’s not pressure him,” interjected Director Zheng, who sat to the right of He Xing. His square face was wrinkled, making him seem kind.

Director Wu, as if his tail had been stepped on, immediately started arguing with Director Zheng, both men in their fifties or sixties turning red in the face.

“Quiet.”

He Xing slammed his hand on the table and slowly stood, his over six-foot stature exerting an oppressive presence, “Within a month, our stock will return to yesterday’s percentage point.”

Many began to gasp; raising a large company’s stock by two percentage points in a month wasn’t particularly difficult, but the He Group was currently in the midst of a crisis.

“He Xing, don’t say things you can’t deliver,” Director Zheng hastily stood up, his face turning the color of a liver.

“Well done, Chairman He,” Director Wu seized the opportunity to speak, his tone aggressive, “Anyone can talk a good game, but what if you don’t achieve it?”

It was clear as day that Director Wu had come to make trouble,

He Xing looked at him expressionlessly and enunciated each word, “If I don’t achieve it, I will resign to take responsibility.”

The meeting room erupted in commotion, most were only there to hear how He Xing planned to handle the crisis. No one expected it to conclude with such a decisive ultimatum.

Only Director Wu, whose smile deepened, his lips almost splitting behind his ears.

He Xing’s gaze swept over everyone, as if memorizing their expressions at that moment, then without another word, he simply walked out.