Chapter 98: Secretary Tang Is Quite the Fighter

After learning the news about the company,

Wu Changxiong and Secretary Wang left the hospital immediately.

For now, set aside the matter of avenging his son.

The most important thing is to keep the company safe.

On one hand, send people to lobby the downstream company while submitting a purchase intention.

Of course, that's just painting a big cake for them.

On the other hand, start looking for new suppliers for contingencies.

September 1st, Saturday.

Lin Feng stayed at home.

It's time again for Secretary Tang Mi's weekly report.

In the room, Secretary Tang Mi wore a light‑blue dress patterned with red embroidered flowers, resembling a cheongsam.

It had a high slit, paired with white silk and white high‑heeled sandals.

Don't be fooled by her short stature; her frame is tiny!

Her waist is so slender, truly a Yingying‑sized grip.

While Lin Feng was reviewing her "work report", she kept pacing restlessly, swaying and making Lin Feng feel itchy inside.

This counts as Secretary Tang Mi's third move, deliberately drawing Lin Feng's attention.

Unlike before, when she still needed Lin Feng to prompt her and wore a look of grievance.

"Not bad, not bad!"

After Lin Feng finished reading the huge stack of work reports Tang Mi sent, he nodded.

The occupancy rate of the houses in his hand increased by a percentage point.

The number of tenants still trended toward a gender‑ratio imbalance.

Male tenants dropped by three percent, and with the added percentage points, the increase exceeded eight percent.

The monthly rent is slightly lower than market prices, showing no sign of taking kickbacks.

"Secretary Tang Mi."

Lin Feng said lightly.

"Boss, I'm here!"

Secretary Tang stopped in her tracks immediately.

The "tap tap" sound of the high heels finally faded.

Lin Feng teasingly looked at Secretary Tang, "Do you think it's your cleverness, or my stupidity?"

"Boss, what did you say? Don't trust me? I'm so sad!"

Secretary Tang wore a look of plaintive sorrow.

Lin Feng furrowed his brows, "I think your temperament should emulate Little Swallow rather than Ziwei."

After speaking, he pulled out six lease contracts and pointed, "Why are the clauses prohibiting long‑term stays of friends and subletting missing? Were they eaten by a dog!"

"Do you know that without this restriction, people can sublet the apartment or take in several co‑tenants, not only avoiding rent but also earning living‑expense money? Speak! How much profit did you take from those six units?"

Secretary Tang stared at Lin Feng with surprise.

She thought she had been very covert.

For example, she tried to have the printing department staff fill in the omitted characters in other clauses without changing their meaning.

Then add a useless clause so the clause numbering stays unchanged.

When dozens of lease contracts are piled together, they are still scattered.

As long as Lin Feng doesn't scrutinize each one individually, he can't possibly notice.

Unexpectedly, even with such meticulous work, it was still discovered!

Secretary Tang lowered her head, "Y‑you're too amazing! Dozens of contracts would take me a whole day to review, and you finished them in just a few minutes, even picking out the problematic ones."

Secretary Tang's flattery didn't improve Lin Feng's expression.

He could only reply, "They're all one‑year contracts, 500 per month each; for six apartments, you collected a total of 36,000 from them."

"You only gave them 10,000 on the night of the 18th, and it's already spent. And you still collected 36,000 from them?"

Lin Feng said, extending his hand toward Secretary Tang.

Secretary Tang's eyes reddened as she reported, "In total over 40,000, spent more than 6,000 on meals, and 22,000 on clothing.

Look at this outfit I'm wearing, made by Ancient Rhyme Hall; the flowers are all pure hand‑embroidered, the fabric is extremely refined, tailor‑made.

Just this one piece cost over 5,000, and the other clothes are also several thousand each. You heartless person, only caring that I look good in front of you, yet you don't give me money to spend…"

Before she could finish, Secretary Tang began to cry.

She cried so fake!

Lin Feng was a bit surprised, not because Secretary Tang was crying.

But because Ancient Rhyme Hall is his and Han Xiang's company.

He didn't expect Zhou Yan to be so capable! She actually came up with this kind of business.

If Secretary Tang can spend several thousand on clothes, imagine other rich, beauty‑loving women.

Turning back to Liu, Lin Feng shook his head and said lightly, "That's not an excuse for embezzlement. If you want to buy clothes, tell me!"

"I know which brands are good for any innerwear, and they look great on you."

"So?"

Secretary Tang saw that Lin Feng had forgiven her and immediately stopped the "crying".

Lin Feng said lightly, "Since you've embezzled, there will be no money in September."

"I'm done!"

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, Tang Mi became angry.

She lifted her foot, took off the high heel she was wearing, and threw it at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng caught it, placed it on the coffee table before him, and made a beckoning gesture toward Tang Mi.

Tang Mi wanted to hit Lin Feng, but the previous sparring had shown her she wasn't his match.

So, in a fury, she turned and left.

But before she could exit the house, she turned back.

She then picked up her phone and dialed, "I'm going to tell my mom that you're bullying me!"

A complaint!

Lin Feng took out a cigarette, lit it, and didn't seem to care at all.

The call connected quickly.

"Xiao Mi! You haven't called Mom in over ten days!"

The voice of Tang Mi's mother came through the phone.

Tang Mi, in a sobbing voice, said, "Mom, Lin Feng is bullying me!"

"How is he bullying you?"

Tang Mi's mother asked.

"He makes me work, and I… I made a tiny mistake! He wants to deduct my money, Mom! I'm so poor now! I spent over twenty‑thousand on clothes in half a month, plus living expenses, and I'm starving and skinny…"

After Tang Mi finished, her mother said, "If a man won't spend money on you, that's your problem! I taught you before, you were shy and didn't want to learn, who can you blame?"

Tang Mi opened her mouth to retort, but her mother continued, "When you're in front of Xiao Feng, you should be gentler, wear sexy clothes! You've trained in martial arts, you can even do a split…"

Before the sentence finished, Tang Mi quickly hung up.

"Wow!"

This time Tang Mi truly cried.

She felt abandoned by the whole world.

Lin Feng's voice rang out, "Do a split, and I'll reward you ten thousand bucks!"

"Alright!"

Tang Mi immediately stopped crying, spread her legs, and pressed both feet firmly against the floor.

"Impressive!"

Lin Feng gave Tang Mi a thumbs‑up.

The woman had trained in martial arts; her ligaments were loosened, allowing her to unlock many techniques.

"Ten thousand isn't enough!" Tang Mi said weakly.

Lin Feng rose from the sofa, smiling, "If you want more money, you have to figure it out yourself! By the way, save some cash now; when the rent is due, no one will pay it for you!"

After speaking, he went into the room, opened the safe, took out ten thousand, and handed it to Tang Mi.

Looking at the money in her hand, Tang Mi smiled happily.

She could spend it for a good while.

What will she do when it's all spent?

She'll figure something out then!

She slipped the cash into her bag, picked up the high heels from the coffee table, put them on, and left with a "tap tap tap."

She swayed with confidence!

In the underground garage, Tang Mi was about to get into a car when a middle‑aged man stepped out of a luxury vehicle beside her.

Seeing Tang Mi driving a beat‑up car, his eyes lit up.

He circled around Tang Mi's car front, smiling, "Miss, may I get to know you?"

Tang Mi frowned.

The middle‑aged man chuckled, "How about we cut to the chase: one hundred thousand a month, okay?"

Anger flashed in Tang Mi's eyes.

The man raised his hand, arrogantly declaring, "Ten thousand!"

As soon as the words ended, Tang Mi lifted her leg.

The man, as if he'd faced this countless times, instinctively stepped back.

But Tang Mi twisted her body, swung her other leg up, and kicked his chest hard.

Bang~

The man's feet left the ground as his back slammed onto the floor.

Then his body curled like a shrimp, and he cried out in pain.

Tang Mi gave the man a contemptuous glance, got into her car, and sped away.

Not everyone can act brazenly in front of Tang Mi!