"Mr. Shen, what do you think of the recent surge in your company's stock price?" "Mr. Shen, I heard that you fought against all the opinions on the board of directors to seize the land in the west of the city. Is it true?" "Mr. Shen, what do you have to say about the scandal between you and the heir of a certain group?" Facing the overwhelming flash lights and reporter microphones, Shen Qingqiu's face was expressionless, and his eyes were as cold as ice knives. She just lightly brushed the non-existent dust on her shoulders and said two words calmly: "The meeting is dismissed." That's right, Shen Qingqiu, the "iron lady" who controls everything in the Beijing business world and the helmsman of the Shen Group. In the eyes of outsiders, she is resolute and tough, and is an invincible queen in the shopping mall. Every decision she makes is precise and ruthless, and she never misses; every word she says is resounding and unquestionable. Her office is always in cold black and silver, just like herself, meticulous and inhumane. But no one knew that deep in Shen Qingqiu's heart lived a... Salted fish who wanted to lie down. When she opens her eyes every morning, she wonders: Can I not go to work today? Can you burn those mountains of documents? Can you pack up those chattering directors and send them to a nursing home? Her dream is to open a small Buddhist shop where she can play with cats and dogs every day, drink afternoon tea, occasionally write poems, and watch the ups and downs of the world, which have nothing to do with her. But what about reality? The reality is that her family business is crumbling, it is her father's final entrustment, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at her, waiting to see when she will fall. "Mr. Shen, this is your schedule tonight, a cooperation dinner with Lin Group.
