Qin Ye looked at him, his tone somewhat cold, "I thought you had a problem with me! Otherwise, why would you address me by my name? This is the company, not home."
Second Uncle Qin’s face turned from green to white.
He felt like cursing... What does he think he is, a big deal?
Just then, Old Sir Qin spoke, "Qin Ye is right. In the company, we should follow the company’s rules and regulations. Here, he’s the chairman, not your nephew."
Second Uncle Qin: ...
Great, the old man’s heart has really gone off the deep end.
Why didn’t he just die earlier?
His anger flared up again.
Old Sir Qin didn’t care about his son’s expression. He said to Qin Ye, "I’m leaving!"
When Qin Ye heard this, he nodded, "Alright! I’ll see you out!"
The others also stood up, indicating that they would also give him a send-off.
After all, the old man had worked most of his life at the Qin Group; now that he was leaving, it was natural to see him off.
Old Sir Qin didn’t say much more.
He didn’t go back to his office either, as he had already handed over everything that needed to be handled to Assistant Li.
Assistant Li was very competent, excelling in all aspects, a talent left for his grandson.
After he left, the other directors didn’t stay either; after all, the board meeting was over, and they needed to prepare for Old Sir Qin’s birthday banquet in the afternoon.
Though Second Uncle Qin and Third Uncle Qin held positions at Qin Group, they weren’t planning on working at the company today since it was Old Sir Qin’s birthday, and there was a lot to be done.
Qin Ye didn’t care, since he also had to leave in the afternoon.
But for now, he was busy too.
Assistant Li was in the office reporting work to him...
***
"Honey!" Rong Qiao called out especially sweetly, the sugariness overflowing.

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