Hu Ting felt like she was about to explode on the spot.
Wearing a pair of obviously ill-fitting blue work clothes and a yellow safety helmet on her head, she stood in front of a dusty construction site, feeling like she had been thrown into a bad dream.
Half an hour ago, she was in the conference room on the top floor of the Hu Group, nailing the middle-aged man who was trying to manipulate the merger and acquisition case to the wall with her eyes. Ten minutes later, her father called, and his voice was tired and unquestionable: "Tingting, you have to go and see the resettlement housing project in the western suburbs for yourself. The construction site is not peaceful, and I don't trust others."
"Dad, I have three more meetings in the afternoon." Hu Ting held her phone and tried to make her voice sound less cold. This was the first time since her mother passed away that her father spoke to her in such an almost pleading tone.
"Yes, we can push it forward. That was the project that your mother cared about most during her lifetime. If it goes wrong, our Hu family will be sorry for the residents who are waiting to move in." There was a heavy sigh from the other end of the phone, "Go, just... Take some time to relax."
Relax? Hu Ting looked at herself in the mirror. Gold-rimmed glasses, meticulously styled hair, and a perfectly tailored black suit. Going to the construction site to relax in this outfit? Her father's "relaxation" is really unique.
But she came anyway. No assistant, no bodyguard, just one person. Her father was right. She could turn around that loss-making overseas project. What could be wrong with a small resettlement housing construction site? Who has she, Hu Ting, been afraid of?
