The top-floor conference room of Wanhe Group.
"Xiao Bin, get me some of that beauty essence. The old hag at home keeps nagging about it, but I can't find it in any of the major department stores."
"Hey, Xiao Bin, I always knew you had potential since we were kids, and now you're truly accomplished. By the way, do you still have stock of your company's face masks? If so, send me some."
"Young Master Bin, my wife knows I know you. She gave me an ultimatum yesterday: if I don't bring back your company's beauty set today, she'll make me sleep outside!"
For a moment, most people in the conference room crowded around Gongcheng Bin, talking incessantly.
Gongcheng Bin smiled broadly and said, "No problem, everyone here is my elder uncle, aunt, or good friend. Since you've asked, I, Gongcheng Bin, will definitely sort it out for you."
After receiving Gongcheng Bin's promise, those around him showed satisfied smiles.
Next, the group lavished praise on Gongcheng Bin.
Since Tiankun Group launched its two beauty products, they had immediately swept through major department stores and quickly became the hottest-selling items, often selling out.
The extent of their popularity was such that anyone working at Tiankun Group found their relatives, from seven aunts and eight aunts to all sorts of cousins, constantly visiting their homes, begging them to buy a few sets of beauty products.
This phenomenon made everyone at Tiankun Group walk with their heads held high, proud to be an employee of Tiankun Group.
As the chairman of the group, Gongcheng Bin was naturally the happiest.
Especially when he saw the company's financial report: in just half a month since the launch of the two beauty products, sales had reached five hundred million.
And this was just in Rongcheng City.
As Tiankun Group's sales network fully expanded, with their products reaching Nanyue Province and even the entire southwestern region, the sales figures would be terrifying.
As for expanding Tiankun Group's beauty products nationwide, while Gongcheng Bin's ambition was immense, he also knew that this was absolutely impossible in the short term.
Firstly, the raw materials for the beauty products provided by Du Fei were Chinese medicinal herbs, so the supply chain was already operating at full capacity.
Secondly, Tiankun Group was, after all, a new company still in its early stages. Expanding the sales network would face significant resistance, as the major distributors would not simply ignore them.
While verbally engaging with the constant flattery around him, Gongcheng Bin's gaze involuntarily drifted to another corner of the conference room, where his elder brother, Gongcheng Jun, was seated.
When Gongcheng Jun saw Gongcheng Bin looking at him, he deliberately put on a calm expression.
In reality, his heart was like a volcanic eruption.
Seeing his younger brother, who used to cower and tremble at his feet, now being surrounded and doted upon by so many people in the company, how could Gongcheng Jun not be angry?
If it weren't for the fact that they were in the group's conference room and he had to maintain his image, Gongcheng Jun would have rushed over and smashed the conference room chair into Gongcheng Bin's smiling face.
What's more, Gongcheng Bin deliberately nodded at Gongcheng Jun.
Seeing his brother's almost provocative gesture, Gongcheng Jun could barely suppress his inner rage.
"Chairman."
"Chairman."
Just then, Gong Weimin entered with his assistant.
With a slight nod to everyone, Gong Weimin walked to the head of the conference table and sat down.
The conference room fell silent with his arrival.
Once everyone was seated, Gong Weimin's assistant closed the conference room door.
Then, all eyes focused on Gong Weimin simultaneously.
As the helmsman of Wanhe Group, the one who founded this colossal commercial empire, Gong Weimin, even in his twilight years, was still the de facto controller of the company as long as he occupied that seat.
"Everyone, to begin today's meeting, let us continue with the vote on the resolution that was not completed last time."
"Those in favor of Gongcheng Bin becoming a director, please raise your hands."
Gong Weimin got straight to the point, causing everyone to be slightly taken aback.
However, a few individuals in the conference room then raised their hands.
Most people subtly turned their heads, observing the reactions of those around them.
As the one being voted upon, Gongcheng Bin remained composed, his gaze focused inward, showing no outward concern.
After about ten seconds, people in the conference room began to raise their hands one after another.
Before long, the number of people who had raised their hands exceeded half.
At this point, Gongcheng Jun, who had initially leaned back in his chair with a nonchalant attitude after Gong Weimin announced the vote, suddenly sat up straight.
Immediately, he cast his gaze upon some of the individuals who had raised their hands.
Anyone who met Gongcheng Jun's gaze instinctively avoided his eyes, but even so, their raised hands showed no sign of being lowered.
"Chairman, the number of people who raised their hands in favor exceeds sixty percent."
The assistant standing behind Gong Weimin whispered.
Although his voice was very soft, in the deathly quiet conference room, everyone heard it clearly.
"Since that is the case, I hereby announce that Gongcheng Bin is promoted to the new director of Wanhe Group."
Gong Weimin grunted and then spoke slowly.
Clap, clap, clap.
A round of applause erupted in the conference room.
Gongcheng Bin stood up from his chair, bowed to everyone, and then sat back down.
"Alright, let's move on to the next item."
Gong Weimin glanced at the assistant behind him, who immediately handed him a folder.
Bang!
The folder, which he had just received, was slammed onto the table by Gong Weimin.
The sudden noise startled a significant portion of the attendees.
"Absurd!"
"Ridiculous!"
"Simply an outrageous disgrace!"
Gong Weimin expressed his anger using several words and a sufficiently loud voice.
"Wanhe Group has been established for over forty years. I truly never expected that someone would dare to embezzle company assets right under my nose!"
"Old Wang! Tell me, how should I deal with such a person?"
After speaking, Gong Weimin's gaze, sharp as that of a ravenous tiger, fixed on an elderly man seated at the head of the conference table, closest to him.
The elder trembled when Gong Weimin looked at him, and then stammered, "Ch-Chairman, listen to me, the situation is..."
"Silence!"
"The facts are already laid out before us, what else do you have to say?"
Gong Weimin pushed the file in front of him towards Old Wang.
The latter instinctively reached out to take it, but as his hand touched the file, he recoiled as if he had been electrocuted.
Then, he lowered his head deeply and remained silent.