Chapter 353

Kulinan,

Son of the Wind,

and Poison,

but,

Qin Feng still prefers driving the Kulinan.

After all,

both Son of the Wind and Poison are sports cars,

and while driving them is undeniably stylish,

getting in and out is truly inconvenient.

Anyone even slightly tall

must hunch over to squeeze themselves into the driver's seat.

So,

the spacious off-road Kulinan is simply more comfortable to drive.

Driving the Kulinan out of the underground garage,

Qin Feng then called Mr. Li of Qimiao Decoration.

Shortly after,

the call connected.

Mr. Li, still half-asleep, asked, "Who is it? Calling so early on a weekend?"

"It's Qin Feng."

Qin Feng replied simply with four words.

But on the other end, Mr. Li immediately jolted awake: "Mr. Qin? Is that you, Mr. Qin? You're calling so early; do you have any instructions?"

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"Mm."

Qin Feng calmly replied, "I'll arrive at the company in a little over half an hour. Notify everyone that all key employees must be present. Overtime pay will be calculated based on actual time worked."

"Yes, Mr. Qin. I'll notify them immediately!"

Mr. Li agreed, his tone laced with flattery: "However, Mr. Qin, forget the overtime pay. We are a design and decoration company after all; working a bit of overtime is no big deal."

"No. What must be given must be given."

Qin Feng flatly rejected Mr. Li's suggestion.

Mr. Li immediately responded, "Yes, everything will be done exactly as Mr. Qin wishes. I will notify everyone right now."

Having said that,

Mr. Li hung up the phone,

but then rubbed his head, saying somewhat puzzled, "Why does Mr. Qin come neither early nor late, but specifically today? He wants to gather all the key staff. Could it be he has discovered something?"

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"Wife, tell your brother to quickly swap the good materials back in. Don't let Mr. Qin discover we're substituting inferior goods..."

The lady beside him, looking somewhat sleepy and very impatient, said, "Even if he discovers it, so what? Everyone in the company, top to bottom, is on our side. Can he fire us all?"

"... True enough."

Mr. Li thought for a moment: "Then I'll notify the people first. At least we must maintain appearances."

On the weekend,

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which should have been a lazy, relaxed breakfast,

He Fanxing had just poured a small half-bowl of dog food for the stray puppy she'd picked up and applied a face mask to herself,

when she received a call from Mr. Li.

"He Fanxing, hurry to the company! Our investor, Mr. Qin, is about to arrive for an inspection!"

"Ah?"

He Fanxing was utterly speechless: "Wait, Mr. Li, today is Saturday!"

"I know it's Saturday."

Mr. Li replied, "But Mr. Qin wants to come; what can I do?"

"Here's the deal, He Fanxing. No matter how long you stay at the company today, I'll count it as overtime pay. Deal?"

"Then... fine."

Hearing there would be overtime pay, He Fanxing reluctantly nodded in agreement.

But Mr. Li immediately added, "However, regarding this matter, absolutely do not tell anyone else. I'll only give the overtime pay to you."

"Fine, fine, fine. I know."

He Fanxing added a reply,

then helplessly peeled off the mask from her face,

and squeezed out the remaining essence, quickly rubbing it onto her face with a pained expression.

As she rubbed it in, she complained, "This is a water-molecule mask! One sheet costs ten yuan. Wasting it like this..."

"Mr. Qin, oh Mr. Qin, you better be handsome, or don't blame me for giving you the cold shoulder!"

... corpse.