I go north, you go south

Chapter 92 Kindness
The senior members of the board of directors are all big figures who have seen the world, so they are not surprised by this kind of thing.

Ling Bei, who was sitting in the first seat, was turning a pen rhythmically in his hand, and his eyes pretended to pass by the directors present unintentionally.

Finally, he cast his eyes on Fang Jiaming, who was sitting closest to his right, and the mother and son exchanged a tacit look.

Because Ling Bei deliberately made this matter a big deal when he was investigating before, and the result was a certainty.

So this time the board of directors is really just a formality, and it has no substantive meaning at all.

No one who is an "afterthought" will do useless work on the board of directors at this time.

However, Ling Bei's previous estimate was not bad at all. Fang Jiaming's "raid" did bring a new focus to the unattractive board of directors this time.

After the meeting adjourned, some people came by Fang Jiaming's side to "find out the facts".

Fang Jiaming cooperated with Ling Bei's plan, and his response to the other party was basically noncommittal, and he talked about his simple greetings.

Sometimes they also deliberately show some thought-provoking attitudes.

"Sister-in-law, please stay safe."

The last person who came to say hello was Chen Shan who was the best to trip Ling Bei in the boardroom.

"Big Chen?"

Hearing the sound, Fang Jiaming turned his head to look at Chen Shan. Although the smile on his face remained undiminished, his tone could not hear any kindness: "Yeah, long time no see. I thought you forgot my sister-in-law?"

"Sister-in-law was joking," Chen Shan still respected Fang Jiaming: "You were kind to me before, how dare I forget it?"

However, Fang Jiaming didn't take Chen Shan's words seriously: "It's not me who has favored you, but Ganshan."

"Of course, I will always remember your kindness, and I will also remember his kindness."

Chen Shan smiled politely at Fang Jiaming, and still insisted on clearly dividing this so-called "favor" into two parts.

And it seems to be described by two different emotions.

This subtle difference in tone was still accurately captured by Ling Bei who was beside him, and it also reminded him of the question he had pondered in the president's office a few days ago.

Ling Ganshan's cause of death.

……

When he left the meeting room, Ling Bei was still immersed in this heavy problem.

"Xiao Bei?" Fang Jiaming's soft call brought back Ling Bei's long-lost thoughts.

"Huh? Mom, what's the matter?" Ling Bei turned his head in response.

Fang Jiaming stopped and looked around the corridor: "Go, go to your office first and talk."

As soon as he walked into the president's office on the top floor, Fang Jiaming sat directly on the sofa, closed his eyes and sighed: "Oh, since you took over the company, I have never bothered to go into the high-level meeting room to waste words with these ghosts and monsters. Today can be regarded as I experienced the feeling of returning to the battlefield."

"Well, how do you feel then?"

Ling Bei answered with a smile while making tea.

Fang Jiaming didn't have any excitement, and directly bit out two words: "Shoushou!"

"But your sword is not old!" Ling Bei handed Fang Jiaming a cup of hot tea, smiling a little teasingly.

Fang Jiaming glared at Ling Bei without any lethality, and reached out to take the ceramic teacup: "So? I tried my best there, what effective information did you receive when you stood by?"

"Now it seems that the people attending the meeting today are pretty normal, but there is one person who makes me feel uneasy." Ling Bei pursed his lips seriously, hesitating whether he should express his doubts to Fang Jiaming now.

"You mean Chen Shan?"

(End of this chapter)