"Holy crap! Old Fang—no, President Fang—is actually scrap collecting?!"
"What's the deal? He buys the company but doesn't manage it, and goes scrap collecting instead? What kind of weird hobby is that?"
"Are you stupid? Can't you see it? I'm telling you, I knew from the start there was more to President Fang than meets the eye. Forget everything else, just look at his face—he's got the classic look of a super-rich heir!"
"Yeah, yeah, he's definitely a super-rich heir, no doubt. Look, look, President Fang's going downstairs! Let's get to the window and watch. I bet he drove here in a Benz!"
Watching Fang Chenyi finish his scrap collecting and take his woven bag into the elevator, everyone in the office burst into discussion. For a moment, no one paid any attention to Old Wang.
As the newly appointed general manager, Tang Ying paid no mind to everyone gossiping during work hours. The reason was simple: the guy was already the first one at the company window, peering down.
