After the divorce, I became a rich girl

Chapter 596 Good Son-in-law

However, in the strict leadership system of Xishi Construction Investment, Gong Yifei is still Wang Minggui's superior.

Even if Wang Minggui was unwilling, he had to face up to the gap in rank between him and Gong Yifei.

Therefore, in many matters of the company, Gong Yifei's decision will ultimately prevail.

During this period, he was frequently pressured by Gong Yifei in the name of work, either by forcing difficult projects on him or openly questioning his plans in meetings.

Although he did not suffer any financial losses, he felt uneasy and exhausted every time he was targeted like this.

This time he personally went to Gong Yifei's house to deliver his daughter's engagement invitation, and also to try to please Gong Yifei.

He knew very well that if he and Gong Yifei did not make any mistakes in principle, their fight would only be internal friction, and there would be no real winner. It might even benefit other people in the company.

Therefore, instead of hurting both sides, it is better to take advantage of the happy event as an opportunity to actively send out signals of easing the situation and leave room for each other.

After all, we will still have to work together in the future.

Moreover, the boss of the group is well versed in checks and balances, and will not easily weaken the power of either of them before finding suitable candidates to replace them.

After all, marginalizing them would be tantamount to upsetting the balance of power he carefully maintained.

When Gong Yifei came in with the invitation, he immediately saw through the meaning of Wang Minggui's visit.

The fight between the two of them had already reached the boss, and just yesterday, the boss even called him and gave him a heads up.

He was certain that Wang Minggui must have also received a call from his boss.

Looking at the engagement invitation sent by Wang Minggui, Gong Yifei curled up the corners of his lips into a meaningful smile.

Wang Minggui was determined to push Zhang Yi to the top, but in Gong Yifei's eyes it was just a pipe dream.

He sneered. Zhang Yi was all show and no substance, a hopeless person. Wang Minggui had worked so hard to cultivate him, but in the end he would probably end up shooting himself in the foot.

The two of them exchanged pleasantries in a perfunctory manner, smiling on the surface but with calculations hidden in their eyes.

At this moment, Gong Yifei's phone suddenly vibrated. Glancing at Li Jiawei's name on the screen, he glanced at Wang Minggui inconspicuously, and smiled even more enthusiastically.

Then he picked up the phone and pressed the answer button: "Mr. Li, your call came at the right time! I was just thinking about congratulating you, and you called me first!"

Li Jiawei laughed meaningfully from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Gong, this joke is weird. I don't have any happy events recently, but I have a difficult matter that I want to discuss with you."

Gong Yifei's laughter came from the receiver, with a bit of deliberate enthusiasm: "Mr. Li, what are you talking about? The whole network is now hotly discussing the fashion dinner of "Meishang".

My daughter keeps pestering me, saying, "If Dad can get a ticket, he'll be the most awesome dad in the world." Can you please help me? That would be a relief for me as a father."

Li Jiawei responded readily: "Since Mr. Gong has asked, of course there is no problem. I will send someone to deliver the invitation to your house later."

But just after she finished speaking, Li Jiawei's tone suddenly turned cold, and she said, "However, Mr. Gong, we may be friends, but there are some things that we must make clear. Some things your company has done are too excessive!"

Gong Yifei's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, and he looked stunned: "Mr. Li, what are you talking about? We have been working together for such a long time, and I think I have done a very good job."

"Mr. Gong, there is no need to pretend to be ignorant." Li Jiawei interrupted his explanation: "The building materials delivered by Xishi Construction Investment last night were found to contain substandard products. Is it too late for you to pretend to be ignorant with me now? Or are you treating the people of Global Construction as fools?"

Gong Yifei hurriedly explained: "Boss Li! I swear, I really don't know about this matter you mentioned, and it has nothing to do with me!

Calm down first, I will investigate thoroughly and will definitely give you an explanation! "

Li Jiawei's tone was as cold as iron, and every word was powerful: "Boss Gong, you must give me an explanation for this matter.

I have already said it before, Universal Construction has already called the police.

The police will intervene in the investigation later. I hope your company will fully cooperate and don’t make things difficult for me.”

Gong Yifei assured: "Don't worry, Mr. Li! I will personally supervise this matter and will find out the bad apples in the company and give you a satisfactory answer!"

After hanging up the phone, he leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

Wang Minggui stared at Gong Yifei's suddenly changed expression and asked tentatively: "Mr. Gong, what happened? Why even the police..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes were caught by Gong Yifei's tense jawline and tightly pursed lips. For some reason, alarm bells rang in his heart.

Gong Yifei stroked the edge of the phone with his fingertips, and glanced at Wang Minggui with a half-smile: "Something big has happened. The building materials that the company sent to Mr. Li's construction site yesterday were found to be adulterated, and they have already called the police."

He paused, and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his eyes. "It probably won't be long before the police come to our door."

Wang Minggui was struck by lightning, his Adam's apple rolled violently twice, and his smiling face instantly lost all color, turning blue and white.

He stood up suddenly, and the teacup was overturned by the corner of his sleeve, and the scalding hot tea spilled onto the precious sandalwood tea table.

He threw all manner of decency out the window and stumbled out the door, his leather shoes making a harsh sound on the floor.

"Mr. Wang, are you in such a hurry to leave?" Gong Yifei leaned back in his chair, slowly adjusting his cuffs, his voice shrouded in ice, "Some things can't be avoided, after all..." He dragged out the last word, seeming to be regretful and mocking, "That's the good son-in-law you personally promoted."

Wang Minggui's back was stretched straight, and a flush of anger and shame appeared behind his ears.

Gong Yifei's meaningful words "good son-in-law" pierced his heart like a thorn. He tightly grasped the door handle and squeezed out his voice from between his teeth: "Thank you, Mr. Gong, for reminding me."

He almost rushed all the way to Zhang Yi's office and pushed open the door. The door was engraved on the wall, and the decorative paintings on the wall shook slightly.

Inside the room, Zhang Yi was leaning over to instruct his assistant to organize documents, when he was suddenly startled by this scene and felt a chill down his spine.

When he saw that the person coming was his future father-in-law, he immediately put on an attentive smile, but when he saw Wang Minggui's livid face, the smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Wang? What are you doing..." Zhang Yi was about to speak when Wang Minggui stepped in.

“You go out first.” Wang Minggui glanced at the assistant beside him, his jaw almost clenched, “Director Zhang and I have some private matters to discuss.” He emphasized the word “private matters” deliberately, and his eyes were like poisoned arrows, shooting straight at Zhang Yi’s somewhat ugly face.