067 President Rong, are you scared?_1

In the General Manager's Office.

Gu Bichen stood panting amidst the ruins, his forehead damp and hair disheveled, his face twisted with rage.

The golf club in his grip had lost its luster, the head broken, just like him at that moment—shabby and dejected.

The assistant stood at the door, trembling with fear, "President Gu, the Chairman requests your presence in his office."

As Gu Bichen was smashing up the office below, Gu Guangzong upstairs got wind of it and was hopping mad.

Gu Bichen clenched the golf club, his own reflection distorted in the broken mirror pieces.

He twisted his lips into a smile, a smile that was particularly chilling.

The assistant did not dare to look him in the face, bowing his head in silence, waiting for the outburst.

A loud "bang".

Gu Bichen threw the club away and turned to the rest room. Minutes later, he emerged dressed in fresh clothes with gold-rimmed glasses, regaining his elite composure as if the soulless man from before was not him.