"Donate!" Bai Tao's firm response echoed in the conference room, leaving everyone holding their breath. Jin Yiyuan's face darkened in anger—he hadn't expected this seemingly mild employee to defy him so openly.
Luo He's long fingers tapped lightly on the table, the platinum cufflinks glinting under the light. "Vice President Jin, sit down."
Just three simple words made Jin Yiyuan fall silent immediately. Reluctantly, he sat back down, still glaring at Bai Tao.
"Continue," Luo He's deep gaze fixed on Bai Tao, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Bai Tao took a deep breath and said, unflinchingly, "A hundred-year-old company isn't built by saving money. Right now, when the people in the disaster area need help the most, it's the perfect opportunity for Yueli to establish its brand image."
She paused for a moment, her eyes sweeping across everyone in the room. "Donating two million today will earn Yueli the praise of millions tomorrow."
The room fell silent.
Jin Yiyuan sneered, "Anyone can talk big."
"Enough." Luo He suddenly stood up. His black suit framed his tall figure, exuding an intimidating presence. He walked toward Bai Tao, each step seeming to press down on everyone's hearts.
"This proposal..." He stopped in front of Bai Tao, his fingers gently lifting her chin. "I like it."
His warm breath was so close, Bai Tao could smell the faint scent of cedar. The proximity made her ears flush red, yet she stood her ground, refusing to step back.
"But…" Luo He suddenly leaned down, his lips nearly brushing her ear. "You missed one thing."
Bai Tao's heart skipped a beat. "What?"
"This donation…" Luo He's lips almost touched her ear lobe, his breath hot against her skin. "It will be made in our names."
Luo He nodded, then pulled out his phone—an odd move that left everyone baffled. Was he really going to fact-check his rebuttal?
Under the collective gaze, he dialed a number.
"President Cao."
Ha!
Jin Yiyuan's eyes lit up. So he's calling Old Cao! As the VP overseeing HR, this could only mean one thing: Luo He was about to fire Bai Tao on the spot!
Now this is leadership! Ruthless efficiency!
Though Jin Yiyuan privately thought it a tad harsh—doing this in front of everyone—he couldn't deny the savage satisfaction.
That'll teach you to spout nonsense!
He shot Bai Tao a icy glare that screamed: Still wanna argue? Still pushing for donations? Scared now, huh?
Then Luo He spoke into the phone:
"President Cao, notify Finance to audit our liquidity. We are donating twenty million for the southern floods."
...What.
Jin Yiyuan's smirk froze into horrified disbelief.
Yes, Old Cao managed both HR and Finance—but how did this call involve money?!
The room collectively short-circuited. Even Bai Tao, the instigator, gaped.
Is this man insane?!
President Cao's voice crackled through the speaker, equally stunned: "P-President Luo, you said—?"
"Twenty million. Have Finance prep the paperwork. I'll sign off when I return."
"R-right away."
Hanging up, Luo He surveyed the shell-shocked room with a mild smile.
"Meeting adjourned. Bai Tao—draft the full proposal and bring it to my office."
Click.
His dress shoes echoed through the silent conference room as he left.
Five eternities later, people began blinking back to life.
Jin Yiyuan and Li Yongqiang exchanged a what-just-happened look before scurrying out—one too dazed to speak, the other too humiliated.
Luo He had approved the absurd proposal.
As the managers fled, all remaining eyes locked onto Bai Tao.
She was just as lost.
What's Luo He playing at?
Not knowing scared her more than any confrontation. In war—or office politics—the true terror was an unreadable enemy.
"Master Qiu...?"
No response.
"MASTER QIU!"
"NO."
Qiu You'er snapped out of her trance, shaking her head violently.
"You're my master now."
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