Chapter 1672: Those Who Must Leave, Always Will

Wang Qing was exceptionally beautiful, and the number of talent scouts and talent agencies eyeing her was countless; she was also a key focus of her teachers' instruction.

Zihan had not expected that Wang Qing would respect his decision in such a way!

She left in a great hurry without saying goodbye to anyone; the students discussed it for a while, but then it gradually faded away.

Having lost his niece as a "protective umbrella," Huo Zhenteng had no other channels to pry into the Sheng Family's affairs, and retribution soon followed.

The court session began.

Dingsheng Group presented a great deal of evidence to show that the patent Huo Zhenteng had applied for was developed by a professional team they had hired at a high salary over the course of more than two years.

In addition, there were a large number of witnesses who could all prove this point.

All the evidence was unfavorable to Huo Zhenteng; though he argued craftily in every way, it was useless.

In court, what is required is evidence; without evidence, even the best eloquence is of no use.

Dingsheng had a specialized team of Lüshi; they were professionals who specialized in fighting such lawsuits, while Huo Zhenteng had relied on crooked paths to get rich for many years, and those "skills" of his could not be brought out into the open at all.

In court, he only belatedly realized that relying solely on his own ability to confront Dingsheng was like throwing an egg against a rock.

Before the judge delivered the verdict, Huo Zhenteng requested a private mediation.

But Dingsheng ignored him entirely; on what grounds?

The reason they did not act earlier was precisely to wait for this moment.

Everything Huo Zhenteng had done before would become evidence presented in court; it was an ironclad fact and the weight that would crush him.

Otherwise, why would Sheng Hanyu have let him jump around for so long?

The more joyfully he jumped around back then, the more shameful he was now.

Huo Zhenteng could not see Sheng Hanyu at all, let alone Sheng Hanyu, he could not even see the Dingsheng Lüshi; only now did he realize how foolish it was to be used by others to deal with Dingsheng Group.

At his wit's end, he went to beg Sheng Zihan.

He requested that, for the sake of the time his niece Wang Qing had spent with him, he help him and get Dingsheng to withdraw their pursuit of compensation against him.

If it hadn't been for his parents calling him home to lecture him a while ago, he would have softened his heart and truly done as Huo Zhenteng wanted.

Zihan hated seeing others begging him in such a miserable state, but this time he hardened his heart and did not do so.

He told Huo Zhenteng: "No one can save you now; the only person who can save you is yourself. How did you and Zhu Qingrui meet?"

"What bad things have you done to help him? You compile all of this into a file and give it to me; I will take it to my father to plead for you, and there might still be a chance. If you want to beg someone, you must have some sincerity..."

That old fox Huo Zhenteng had no choice but to do as Sheng Zihan said.

He was right; this was the only way now.

Sheng Zihan carried the document bag and went to the company to find his father.

The Secretary reported: "Chairman, the Third Young Master is here to see you."

"Who?"

If it were any other child looking for him, he would not ask more and would just have the Secretary lead them in.

But this person was the Third Young Master, that is, Zihan, so he asked one more question.

His youngest son had never been to the company before; the reason was simple: he did not like the serious atmosphere of the company, so he never went.

The Secretary repeated: "He said he is the Third Young Master Sheng Zihan. I see his appearance is very similar to Young Master Zirui, so it should be true..."

Sheng Hanyu:...

What does "should be" mean?

It is true.

"Let him in."

The Secretary agreed and went out, but soon came back in, looking troubled: "Chairman, the Third Young Master... is gone!"

In just a moment's time, the person had disappeared.

The Chairman wouldn't blame him for neglecting his own son, would he?

"It's fine, you go out. If he comes back in a while, just let him in directly."

"Yes."

The Secretary exited the Chairman's office and let out a long sigh.

Thank goodness, it seemed the Chairman was not angry.

But where had he gone?

This was Sheng Zihan's first time coming to the company, the first time since he was a child.

Of the children in the family, he was probably the only one who had never been here; except for him, even the youngest, Yueyue, had been to the company, and more than once.

Zihan came to the company and felt that everything was very novel.

This was very different from his impression.

It wasn't just a difference; the difference was too great.

There was no rigid, tense atmosphere in the company; instead, it was decorated in a warm and elegant way.

There was an open pantry, a lounge area for guests and employees to rest, and even a small-scale children's play area in a corner of the first floor.

Could employees really bring their children to work?

He asked the front desk and found out that they really could!

Sometimes employees needed to work overtime, and if there was no one to watch the children at home, they could bring them to the company; the children could play in the lounge area while the employees worked overtime nearby, which allowed them to watch the children and improve work efficiency—killing two birds with one stone.

There were many such facilities in the company; if you could think of it, they had it.

Sheng Zihan only looked for a few moments before he deeply fell in love with this place; he could not imagine that his father, who was stern and always serious at home, would actually decorate the company so humanely.

He was deeply shocked inside, but shock aside, fortunately, he had not forgotten what he came for.

Zihan asked the receptionist: "How do I get to the Chairman's office? I'm looking for my dad."

Actually, he did not need to introduce himself; his face was a living signboard—the young master of Dingsheng, who would dare to offend him?

The receptionist brought him to the top-floor office area and left after handing him over to the Secretary.

The Secretary asked him to wait a moment and went to the Chairman's office to report; as soon as the Secretary left, a commotion broke out in the office area downstairs, so he ran down to watch the excitement.

It was quite lively.

Two salespeople from the Sales Department were fighting over a dispute regarding an order; they were having a grand time, starting with an argument before quickly coming to blows.

Both individuals were key members of the Sales Department, and their fighting in the company had a very bad influence!

The Sales Manager told the two to stop, but they were both in the heat of the moment; neither would stop first, nor would they back down.

The Sales Manager said in a fit of exasperation, "Go ahead, fight, make a scene; if you two keep doing this, you won't be far from losing your jobs."

The company has regulations strictly prohibiting malicious competition and infighting among employees, and fighting in the company is strictly forbidden; once discovered, it will be dealt with by termination.

If they were new employees, firing them would be fine, and there would be nothing to regret.

But these two people were key members of the Sales Department; if they were fired, it would be a great loss for the company.

Generally, in such situations, the company's senior management would turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it, as long as no one reported it, leaving it to be resolved internally by the Sales Department.

However, it just so happened to be seen by the young master of the group.

Zihan appeared at a very bad time, and he himself had not yet realized that he could get himself involved just by watching the excitement.

The two had torn their clothes while fighting and had bruises on their faces; the desks were crooked and twisted, and several chairs had been knocked over.