The Godly Cultivation System: The housekeeper's boyfriend is actually the main god

After figuring out the matter, he smiled to Zhang Tao and said, "Vice President Zhang, thank you for your help. I understand the basic situation." Zhang Tao breathed a sigh of relief. However, thinking of the position he had been dreaming of, he immediately asked again, "Chairman, how do you think the position of executive president should be arranged? Those two projects cannot be left unattended all the time." But his hope was destined to be dashed. Nan Jingyou said, "Oh, don't worry about this. I will arrange someone to take over the position of executive president as soon as possible. You just do things at your own pace." After hearing this, his heart sank and the smile on his face froze. Nan Jingyou saw his ambitious reaction in full view, but pretended to be indifferent. Zhang Tao put his hands on his knees, and his palms began to sweat, but it was probably because he was angry.

He suppressed his displeasure and forced a smile, "Okay, Chairman, I'll follow your arrangements."

"Okay, let's go around the company." Nan Jingyou stood up and straightened his suit.

Just now, he glanced at the first floor and found several familiar stars. It was a good opportunity to see what these stars do in the company on weekdays.

Just now, he also learned that the property rights of the building they are in now belong to Dingsheng Entertainment. Except for renting out one-third of the office floor, the rest is all used for its own company.

This office building alone is close to 10 billion.

Therefore, the company not only has an office area for ordinary employees, but also an office area for artists, a rest area, a practice room, a music room, a recording studio, etc.

After Nan Jingyou made his request, Zhang Tao quickly got up and took people to visit the company.

They first went to the various administrative departments of the company, which were similar to what Long Jin and Long Xing had done before. When they arrived at the Finance Department, the director of the Finance Department was not there, so they were received by the accountant.

Nan Jingyou asked some very common questions, and the accountant naturally answered them without any pressure.

However, during this period, he found that the accountant seemed a little nervous. He glanced at Zhang Tao calmly and found that there seemed to be something fishy between him and the accountant.

He kept this discovery in mind and prepared to go back and investigate it carefully.

When leaving the Finance Department, Zhang Tao breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could rest assured for long, Nan Jingyou's words scared him.

"Vice President Zhang, the company's accounting problems were sorted out when the previous chairman left. Do you think I should have someone check the finances again? That way I can have a clear idea, right?"

Zhang Tao broke out in a cold sweat, and he subconsciously began to refute: "Chairman, don't worry, everything has been checked."

Seemingly feeling that his reaction was a bit too much, he quickly added:

"Chairman, what I mean is that the company's accounts are too complicated. It would be too time-consuming and laborious to check them again. It is really unnecessary."

"Besides, I can guarantee that there is absolutely no problem with the accounts. If you are still worried, why not check them again in two months, when the finance department will be relatively free."

He waited nervously and expectantly for Nan Jingyou to speak, fearing that he would say the answer he was afraid of.

Sure enough, Nan Jingyou showed an expression of being persuaded, "That makes sense, then I'll listen to you."

Zhang Tao's stiff body immediately relaxed, and he kept praising Nan Jingyou for his compassion for employees.

He was really scared just now. If he was found out about what he did behind the scenes, he would definitely be put in jail.

Thinking of the money he invested in the stock market, he felt a pain in his heart. It seemed that he had to find a way to fill the hole as soon as possible.

Nan Jingyou observed every expression on Zhang Tao's face and couldn't help but sneer in his heart: It seems that this man's hands are not clean.

But now is not the time to tear his face with him. He has to find evidence first.

After leaving the Finance Department, the group went to see the situation on the floor where the artists were.

Most of the artists in the company went out to run announcements, and only a few stayed in the company.

Every time Nan Jingyou went to a place, it would cause a discussion, but these artists only dared to whisper after the people left.

When passing a practice room, Nan Jingyou stopped.

The door was ajar, and only a figure could be seen through the crack in the door, but the voice came out clearly from inside.

"Vice President Zhang, do you know who is in there?" Nan Jingyou pointed at the person in the crack in the door and asked.

Zhang Tao took a closer look at the people inside, and his expression turned a little unhappy.

He was depressed.

With a pursed mouth and a tone of obvious mockery, "Chairman, he is a troublemaker. He does things as he pleases, does not obey the company's regulations, has average business ability, and dares to contradict his superiors. He has now been hidden by the company."

Nan Jingyou frowned, "Hidden?"

"But I feel that he sings very well and should be very capable. He shouldn't be hidden."

Zhang Tao felt a little guilty, after all, he was the one who ordered the hidden.

But who dared to talk back to him? If he didn't show these artists a little bit of power, how could he establish his prestige in the company.

However, seeing Nan Jingyou's face, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous in the end, so he asked in a tentative tone:

"Chairman, the company also wants to teach him a lesson, otherwise I will give the order to release him from the hidden list."

Nan Jingyou looked at Zhang Tao thoughtfully, and didn't nod in agreement, but knocked on the door in front of him.

Not long after, the door was opened.

The man who came out was a young man in his twenties, with a handsome face, but he looked a little depressed.

"Do you want to use the practice room?" The young man thought Nan Jingyou was a trainee artist who came to practice.

Since he was hidden, he no longer cared about the company's affairs.

Every day he either wrote songs and composed music, or practiced instruments and singing in the practice room. He didn't even attend the welcome ceremony on the first floor just now, so naturally he didn't know Nan Jingyou's identity.

But when he saw Zhang Tao, his face changed again and again, and his lips stammered a few times. Nan Jingyou happened to notice it, and he didn't need to guess that he wanted to curse.

Originally, the young man had a good attitude towards Nan Jingyou, but when he saw that he and Zhang Tao were in the same group, his face suddenly lost its kindness.

He said coldly: "I'm leaving now, you can use the practice room by yourselves."

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he pretended to leave.

"Wait, I'm not going to use the practice room, I'm looking for you specifically." As soon as Nan Jingyou said this, the young man's footsteps also stopped.

He turned around, looked at Nan Jingyou suspiciously, and then sneered: "Why are you looking for me? What's the matter? Does Vice President Zhang want to use his power to force me to write songs for you?"

Zhang Tao was so angry that his face turned red, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I use my power to force you?"

The young man sneered, "Do you dare to say that you didn't force me to write songs for your little lover as a ghost, and didn't force me to hand over the copyright of the song?"