"Master, I've got a brilliant idea—a real game-changer. Brace yourself."
Qiu You'er's gut twisted.
As a seasoned workplace veteran, she knew Bai Tao had been slacking. But she'd turned a blind eye—partly because she genuinely liked this subordinate.
Bai Tao had high EQ, handled things smoothly, and most importantly… she had zero reason to grind.
Let's be real: Local Donghai resident, family-owned home and car, only child. In this era? She really had no reason to struggle for life.
It wasn't that Bai Tao lacked ambition. But honestly—how many people actually "hustled" their way up? Most just lucked into privilege.
Unlike me, Qiu You'er thought bitterly. Born poor. No choice but to claw my way out.
Bai Tao? Happy, comfortable, no need to break her back.
That said—her leniency wasn't just pity. Bai Tao was sharp. Not a workaholic, but not deadweight either. Tasks got done decently. She dodged overtime, yet occasionally stepped up. Annoyingly hard to dislike.
So when Bai Tao suddenly claimed to have a "grand scheme," Qiu's alarm bells rang.
"Let's hear it."
"You've seen the southern flood news, right?" Bai Tao began.
"Obviously. It's everywhere."
"My proposal is— donate!**"
Qiu blinked. "Donate? That's charity, not marketing."
"Two million is charity. Twenty million? That's a strategy."
Qiu You'er choked on air.
"You— You know our entire last-year profit was 20 million, right?"*
Bai Tao nodded innocently. "Yep. 20 million."
She knew. The whole company had celebrated when they'd finally turned their first annual profit.
"And you still—?! Twenty million isn't charity or strategy—it's corporate suicide!"
Even "prepared," Qiu hadn't expected this level of audacity.
Donations? Noble in theory. In reality? Obligatory PR.
Big brands donated millions during disasters—but those were giants with billions in revenue. What about us? A speck in comparison. Their entire profit gone in one splashy gesture?
Worse—donating too little drew hate, but too much earned barely any praise. At best, a fleeting "socially responsible" label.
Why not just burn cash for employee bonuses instead?!
Bai Tao feigned surprise. "So… no good?"
She had to pretend. Otherwise, it'd seem like she'd pulled this idea out of thin air.
Qiu smirked. "Actually? It's OK."
"Huh?"
"It's genius—with one condition."
"Which is?"
"The company must be yours."
Bai Tao: "......"
"Or—be Luo's girlfriend. The kind who can PUA him into obedience. Make him lick your boots, empty company coffers, all to see you smile."
Qiu's sarcastic grin said it all: You can't be serious.
Bai Tao did find it hilarious.
PUA Luo He?
Make him obey?
Have him grovel for her happiness?
Yeah, and pigs might fly.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Polished dress shoes echoed down the hall.
Then—gasps.
"M... President Luo?!"
"Good morning, President Luo!"
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