Butler Wang's eyes were slightly red, his heart aching for Lin Xuan.
It was only because Young Master Lin had experienced too much that he had become completely disillusioned with the Lin family.
The Lin family truly brought this misery upon themselves.
Instead of cherishing such a good child, they doted on an adopted son.
They will regret it later.
Also.
From now on, he had to be better to young Xuan; the boy had suffered too much in the past.
Lin Xuan looked at Butler Wang with confusion. "Butler Wang, what's wrong?"
Butler Wang wiped the tears from his face again.
"It's nothing. I just thought of something exciting and cried tears of joy."
"Oh."
Lin Xuan nodded, half-believing, half-doubting.
Some overseas companies learned about the efficacy of Lin Qingwan's company's Supreme Series skincare products.
They flocked to sign contracts with Lin Qingwan.
They wanted to become distributors, selling the Supreme Series skincare products overseas.
Lin Qingwan was beaming with pride.
She never expected so many people would come to collaborate with her. It seemed the time for their company's skincare line to become a world-renowned major brand would come faster than she imagined.
She walked out of her office.
Clapping her hands, she said, "Everyone, pause your work for a moment. I have something to announce."
The employees stopped and looked at Lin Qingwan, puzzled.
Lin Qingwan smiled and addressed them. "In the past two days, our company has received orders worth five billion from overseas companies for the next year. These orders will continue to increase as the Supreme Series gains more recognition."
"Wow!"
The employees burst into applause.
They discussed excitedly.
"This is truly wonderful. I never imagined our company could grow to this extent. I can already foresee myself earning a hundred thousand a month in the future."
"Right? Good thing I jumped ship from Jiang Yutong's company to come here. With Jiang Yutong's company being half-dead, who knows when it might go bankrupt? Forget about promotions and raises."
"Yeah, back then Jiang Yutong said we'd regret leaving her company. Pfft, regret my foot! I could never possibly regret it."
The employees were all smiling with great joy.
Lin Qingwan announced loudly with a smile, "Therefore, I've decided to hold a luxurious celebration banquet tonight at 6 PM. Everyone is invited. You don't need to come back to work this afternoon either—take the rest of the day off!"
"Great!"
The applause from the employees grew even more fervent.
Lin Qingwan returned to her office.
Not long after.
The manager hurried over.
"President Lin, something bad has happened," he said, looking flustered.
Lin Qingwan frowned. "What happened? Why are you so panicked?"
She leisurely picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.
Whatever happened, it couldn't be anything major.
There was no need for her to be so tense.
"President Lin, today a large number of consumers have complained that after using our products, their faces turned red, and some even broke out in acne."
Lin Qingwan's frown deepened.
"How many people?"
The manager replied, "Several hundred."
Lin Qingwan dismissed it. "It's only a few hundred people. They probably just had allergic reactions. Ignore it."
"But..." The manager frowned deeply. "If it were allergies, wouldn't so many people have reactions simultaneously? President Lin, I feel we still need to investigate. Even if our products have no issues, it's possible a rival company is framing us. If we don't handle this promptly, it could severely damage our skincare line's reputation."
He had a feeling this incident wasn't simple.
Lin Qingwan pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "Alright, I understand. Tonight is the celebration banquet. We can wait until after the banquet to investigate or whatever."
"But, President Lin..."
Just as the manager was about to say more, Lin Qingwan suddenly raised her hand, cutting him off.
"That's enough. Do as I said. You may leave now. I have other matters to attend to."
Lin Qingwan's voice carried a hint of impatience.
"Alright then."
The manager had no choice but to retreat from Lin Qingwan's office.
Once outside the office door, he shook his head.
He felt President Lin and her father, Lin Chang, shared a common trait.
That was arrogance.
They also didn't like listening to others' advice.
Despite DR Company's current success, he estimated it would eventually meet the same fate of bankruptcy and closure.
Oh well.
He was just an employee. If the boss wasn't worried, why should he be?
At worst, he could just jump ship to another company.
This time, the manager didn't promptly investigate the issues with the consumers' faces as he had done before.
Lei Hui had been secretly having people keep an eye on Lin Qingwan's company.
Upon learning they were holding a celebration banquet, he immediately called Lin Xuan.
"Boss, Lin Qingwan's company is holding a celebration banquet at Imperial City Hotel tonight at seven."
"Good, I know."
Just as Lin Xuan was about to hang up, Lei Hui's voice came through again. "Boss, um, I have a small wish. I wonder if it could come true."
Lin Xuan frowned. "Speak."
Whenever he heard Lei Hui's ingratiating tone, he sensed nothing good was coming.
Lei Hui asked with a smile, "Boss, are you planning to attend Lin Qingwan's company celebration banquet?"
Apart from the tasks assigned to Jiang Yutong, all plans targeting Lin Qingwan were handled by Lei Hui.
Lei Hui knew Lin Xuan was up to something.
If Lin Xuan attended Lin Qingwan's banquet, there would be quite a show.
He wanted to go witness the drama too.
"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded, then frowned again. "Why do you ask?"
Just as he thought!
Boss wouldn't miss such an opportunity to add insult to injury and personally watch his enemy fall.
"Boss," Lei Hui continued with a smile, "It just so happens I have nothing to do tonight, I'm quite bored. Could you take me to Lin Qingwan's company banquet to, you know, broaden my horizons?"
The drama witnessed alongside the boss was always the most entertaining.
This was one of his few forms of amusement.
"So that's all it is."
Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought Lei Hui was going to drag him to the company to handle some work again.
"Sure, I'll call you before I head over," Lin Xuan agreed readily.
As long as it didn't involve making him do any work, everything was fine.
"Thank you, Boss!"
Lei Hui was all smiles.
Apart from being lazy and not managing company affairs, Boss was good in every other aspect.
Bosses willing to take their employees to watch drama were rare.
After hanging up with Lei Hui, Lin Xuan called Jiang Yutong.
Seeing Lin Xuan's name on her phone, Jiang Yutong's eyes lit up again.
Her heart was filled with excitement and thrill.
Young Xuan had contacted her two days in a row.
This was a good sign.
"Mr. Lin," Jiang Yutong said, her eyes brimming with delight.
Lin Xuan spoke, "Miss Jiang, tonight is the celebration banquet for Lin Qingwan's company. Would you like to join me to watch the show?"
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