It is well known in the business world that Tang Xinluo, the eldest daughter of the Tang family in the capital, is nothing but beautiful and a prodigal. The good news is that her father is seriously ill and hospitalized, and the Tang Group is leaderless. She can finally take over the company legitimately. The bad news is that Tang Group is heavily in debt, its stock price has dropped to its limit, internal factional struggles are fierce, and powerful external enemies are surrounding it, making it a mess. Everyone is waiting to see how this "vase president" will completely finish his century-old business. "Mr. Tang, this project needs your signature." The secretary handed over the document tremblingly. Tang Xinluo glanced casually, twirling the pen in a circle on her fingertips, but her eyes were like knives passing over the directors in the conference room who were submissive on the surface but actually had an undercurrent. She knew that these people were eager for her to make a fool of herself immediately so they could carve up the skinny body of Down syndrome. Ridiculous, do you really think she is a coquettish dodder flower in the greenhouse? "The project is rejected. Redo it." She spoke calmly, her voice not loud, but it silenced the entire conference room instantly. "But Mr. Tang, this is..." "There is no 'but'. Within three days, I need a plan that can bring the company back to life. If I can't do it, I'll just pack up and leave." Everyone took a breath. Is this still the same Miss Tang who only knows how to buy and hold parties? From being deprived of power to turning the tide, she acted decisively and decisively. Some people laughed at her for not overestimating her capabilities, so she shut them up with beautiful financial reports. If someone coveted her position, she would kick them out with thunderous means. The old business enemy who once sneered at her,
