Qiao Family.
Located in the commercial center of Qingcheng, a building over twenty stories high—not particularly tall.
Given the current scale of the Qiao Family, it's no longer among the top-ranking companies in Qingcheng.
But this building, constructed decades ago, is laden with age and wear, bearing witness to the Qiao Family's past glory.
Elder Qiao's car, followed closely by Qiao Rui's, arrived at the foot of the Qiao Family building.
As soon as Elder Qiao appeared, the receptionist was startled.
Panicking, she dialed upstairs.
Elder Qiao swept her with a cold glance, "Who are you calling?"
The receptionist's face turned pale with fright.
"Chairman, I-I was informing President Qiao."
"That's unnecessary," Elder Qiao said sternly. "From now on, this young President Qiao here will succeed me in exercising the company's authority."
He pointed to Qiao Rui for the receptionist to see. "Do you now understand who you should be serving?"