Chapter 12 Brother, You're Really Rich

"We're done, Director. We've finished a long time ago," Tao Tao respectfully replied.

"With the generous amount of time you gave, not only did we finish reading, but we could have memorized it too," Qiao Ran said without looking up from her comic book.

Seeing Qiao Ran reading a comic book in front of so many colleagues made Kexin feel contemptuous. How idiotic could she look? Aunt was worried she would stir up trouble in the company. What an unnecessary worry.

"Qiao Ran, the company is not your home where you can just spout nonsense," Kexin sneered.

"Whether it's nonsense or not, we can find out," Qiao Ran said.

"If you can't recite it, you'll leave the company. Dare to bet?"

"Of course I dare!"

How arrogant. It looked like she wouldn't even need to act; Qiao Ran would get herself out on her own.

Thinking this, Kexin happily picked a page from the pile of contracts on the table in front of Qiao Ran and read it aloud.

"March 12, 2012…" she started.

"On the 19th, Xuri Group signed…" Qiao Ran interrupted and recited the contract word for word.

Kexin looked at Qiao Ran in shock, unable to believe she could actually recite the contract. She quickly picked up another document.

"May 2010…" she began.

"The 7th, Konning Clothing Acquisition case…" Qiao Ran recited the rest.

If the sales team thought the first time was luck, the second time confirmed Qiao Ran's extraordinary ability.

Seeing everyone looking at Qiao Ran with admiration, Kexin couldn't let her guard down and picked a very complex document. Yet, Qiao Ran described it perfectly again.

"She's a genius! Memorizing so many contracts is incredible."

"Is this what they call a photographic memory?"

"I've always felt Qiao Ran was different. No matter what people said about her, she never got angry. Turns out geniuses don't bother stooping to argue with us."

"…"

"Just because she can memorize a few contracts, you call her a genius? Your standards for genius are too low. If she were really a genius, why doesn't she even have a high school diploma?" Kexin mocked.

"In my opinion, even without a diploma, one can still achieve impressive results. For example, if I secure HOT's fashion show, will you leave the company? Dare to bet?" Qiao Ran provocatively stared at Kexin.

HOT is the leading luxury fashion company globally, known for its annual world tour fashion shows. Every time HOT showcases new items, it triggers a fashion storm worldwide.

All fashion companies aim to collaborate with HOT, as it boosts their international recognition and allows them to compete alongside HOT's clothing on the runway.

This year, HOT announced it would hold a fashion show in Beihong Country. Fashion enterprises across the country are vying to host it, including the Song Group.

Kexin always considered Qiao Ran foolish. In three years of marriage to Wen Shimo, she couldn't win his heart or be close to him.

Seeing her photographic memory made Kexin doubt her previous judgment, thinking Qiao Ran was talking nonsense.

But now, under Qiao Ran's confident gaze, she hesitated to accept the challenge.

With so many employees watching, how could she maintain her authority if she didn't accept?

Song Wanqing's cold gaze flashed in her mind, bringing a cold smile to her lips.

Even if Qiao Ran won the HOT show, so what? With Song Wanqing around, Qiao Ran wouldn't stay long.

"Fine, if you secure HOT's show, I'll leave the company. If you lose, you leave. To avoid appearing unfair, you can choose anyone from the sales team to be your partner," Kexin conceded with a patronizing tone.

"No need to choose, Tao Tao will do as my partner."

In her first week, Qiao Ran was completely unnoticed, so much so that the sales team thought she was just a useless second daughter of the Song Family, weak and unworthy of attention.

Seeing Qiao Ran's strong and confident demeanor in front of Kexin, their perceptions began to shift.

Kexin might be the chairman's wife's niece, but Qiao Ran, no matter how less favored, was still the chairman's daughter. An outsider like Kexin, unrelated to the chairman, could hardly compete with his daughter.

…

In the hospital rehabilitation room.

Kexin recounted the bet between her and Qiao Ran with Song Wanqing, who was struggling to stand up but immediately fell back onto the mat.

"If she had a photographic memory, how could she not get into high school?" Song Wanqing asked in disbelief.

"I felt the same, but she recited every document I picked perfectly. The sales team witnessed it, and now they all revere her as a genius, completely changing their attitude."

Thinking about the admiration the staff showed Qiao Ran, Kexin fumed inside.

They respected her outwardly, but privately thought she only got her director position because of her aunt. No matter how hard Kexin worked, they always viewed her through a biased lens.

"Whether she truly has a photographic memory is uncertain, but today she used it to change perceptions at the company, proving she's very cunning. Three years ago, she orchestrated my accident to win Shimo. Now, divorced from Shimo, she sets her sights on the company. HOT's project can't go to her. If she succeeds, the shareholders might soon make her the boss. You need to find a way to get her out quickly," Song Wanqing coldly ordered.

"Don't worry, cousin. I'll make sure Qiao Ran doesn't take over the company."

Song Wanqing's gaze fell on her legs. She said hatefully, "Too bad I can't stand yet. Otherwise, I'd throw that bitch Qiao Ran out myself."

"Don't be sad, cousin. Keep up with your rehab, and your legs will heal. You'll walk like everyone else soon."

At that moment, the door opened. Wen Shimo, dressed in a black suit, exuding a noble and cold demeanor, walked in.

"Wanqing, how are you feeling today?"

"Still not good. When I try to stand, my knees feel like they're being electrocuted." Wanqing looked up, teary-eyed at Wen Shimo.

After weeks of recovery, her complexion was glowing. Under the light, paired with her sorrowful eyes, she looked pitiful and aroused sympathy.

"Don't worry. I'm having someone contact Dr. Joy. Once he's willing to see you, you'll stand soon," Wen Shimo gently assured her.

"But we haven't found him yet. Will he really treat me? Or has he passed away, leaving me without hope of standing again?" Tears fell as Wanqing spoke.

"I'm sure he's alive. Though Dr. Joy always disguises himself, his stature and gait suggest he's not old. He keeps a low profile and works on his own terms. He might appear soon."

Wen Shimo said this, but inside he was uncertain. His offer for Medical Heart Gold on the medical website had increased from an initial ten million to a staggering twenty billion, yet Dr. Joy had not responded.

"I hope so. In the meantime, I'll train hard and not rely solely on someone who may never appear." Wanqing strained to lift her leg, attempting to move it behind her back.

These challenging exercises softened stiff muscles and improved flexibility in preparation for walking again.

Seeing her struggle, unable to bring her leg to her shoulder after several attempts and sweating profusely, Wen Shimo's heart ached.

"I'll do the rehab with you." Sitting beside her, Wen Shimo gently held her leg and helped her with the difficult exercises.

It was already 11 PM when Wen Shimo returned home from the hospital. He opened his computer, logged into the medical website, and changed the reward from 20 billion to 30 billion.

Immediately after he posted, a user named "Burning Wildfire" commented.

"Thirty billion reward for a doctor, bro, you must be loaded. What's the illness?"

Wen Shimo had seen many such comments, implying he was foolishly rich, and ignored them.

But today, seeing the name "Burning Wildfire," he thought of a 'ran' character and impulsively replied.