Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

Feng Lingyi just started working and found out that her boss was younger than her.

Only nineteen years old.

Are kids so smart now? She pulled Qin Zhao aside and asked in disbelief, "Is Mr. Jiang really still in college?"

"Yes, so Mr. Jiang only comes to Tengfei in his spare time."

"Oh my god, this is amazing."

In Feng Lingyi's world, geniuses emerge in endlessly and pile up like mountains. Whether she is in high school or studying for her undergraduate and master's degrees in the United States, there are countless outstanding people around her.

However, this was the first time she had seen someone who could run a company well at the age of 19 and even come up with such advanced ideas.

Sure enough, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world.

It feels like these front waves are about to be beaten to death by the back waves before they even appear on the stage.

"Of course not. Director Jiang is very capable."

As they were talking, Jiang Wangshu arrived at the company. She was about to walk to the office when she suddenly stopped and said to Feng Lingyi, "Come to my office."

"Okay, Mr. Jiang."

As soon as Jiang Wangshu sat down, he dealt with the affairs of the past two days. When he heard Feng Lingyi come in, he looked up and asked her about her situation with concern: "Are you used to it?"

Jiang Wangshu sat in the president's chair. Her aura was hard to ignore because of her young age. Feng Lingyi was no exception. "Yeah, everything is good here. Everyone gets along well."

"That's fine. If there's anything missing, just tell me and someone will do it."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Jiang."

"Have you checked your salary? Are there any questions?"

"No." When Feng Lingyi mentioned this, she shook her head violently like a rattle.

Because Jiang Wangshu offered her a base salary of 8,000 yuan plus performance bonus, which was 2,000 yuan higher than she expected, not to mention other benefits.

Jiang Wangshu was never vague when it came to her employees. Whether in the past or now, the only thing that could hold employees back was their salary. And if she could buy loyalty with money, why would she bother with emotions? She wasn't short of money anyway.

"Okay, go to work first."

"Ok."

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wangshu went on to snatch up several more talents, all of whom were interested in joining major groups in Beijing. She even poached people from their research institutes.

She did not use any despicable means, but simply used high salary, good benefits and future prospects to trick the other party into working for her Tengfei.

Life in this world depends entirely on empty promises and fighting for things.

This busy process lasted for several months.

Tianhua and Tengfei were thriving, and she was becoming increasingly busy. She did not have enough staff, and Qin Zhao was not someone she was used to, so she planned to go to the United States.

……

But of course I would visit someone first when I came to the United States.

Hua Tingjue was short of money, very short of money. Studying abroad here, he had to support himself except for the rent. He couldn't do physical work and could only survive by earning a little from performances.

As soon as he went out, his classmates came to see him.

The person walking towards him was Hua Tingjue's new friend, Xie Fangzhou. He was also studying abroad in Berkeley, and the two happened to be in the same department.

Xie Fangzhou was wearing a black leather jacket with his shirt collar slightly open. He had a cute and handsome face. He came to study abroad in order to become a star in the future.

He smiled and said, "Tingjue, let's go."

With a bang, Hua Tingjue closed the door tightly, looked up and shouted at him: "Okay, I'm here."

Xie Fangzhou chatted with him as they walked: "Your living expenses for this month are almost used up. I see that you have taken on several performances recently."

From the time the two had been together, Xie Fangzhou roughly guessed that Hua Tingjue should be a rich young man whose family had fallen on hard times, because he was usually very frugal, but the clothes and shoes he wore were all luxury brands, and it was obvious that they were bought when he was rich in the past.

Hua Tingjue chewed the bread in his mouth, swallowed it and answered him: "Yeah, about right. After all the expenses, there is not much left. I caught a cold and went to the hospital some time ago, and my savings were gone."

"Indeed, going to the hospital is the most expensive thing. We really can't afford to get sick." Xie Fangzhou strongly agreed with him. His family was not rich, but just a middle-class family. His family spent all their money to send him to study in the United States so that he could become a star in the future.

The two of them were quite familiar with each other, and Xie Fangzhou even kindly asked Hua Tingjue: "Do you need me to lend you some?"

"No, no." Hua Tingjue immediately waved his hand to refuse.

He could use Song Yian and the others' money, but he would not easily borrow money from others. People who did not have a deep relationship could easily have disputes over money and fall out at any time, so he did not want to take the risk.

"Well."

Soon the two arrived at a club full of lights and wine.

……

Following the address Hua Tingjue had given him, Jiang Wangshu found the house where he lived, but after ringing the doorbell several times, no one came to open the door, and no one answered the phone.

"You're not here? Going to perform again?"

Jiang Wangshu had no choice but to drive around, trying her luck and see if she could run into him. After driving for almost an hour, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure passing by.

If it’s not Hua Tingjue, then who could it be?

She looked up and saw him entering an entertainment club. She got out of the car and followed him in with her bodyguards, but she went to the private room upstairs as a guest.

"Hurry up!"

A white man was seen shouting loudly. At his urging, Jiang Wangshu saw Hua Tingjue and the others speed up, holding their instruments and preparing to go on stage to perform.

Jiang Wangshu sat down and admired it quietly.

It was a hot summer day. Hua Tingjue opened his coat wide, revealing a black sports vest underneath. The lights above his head were dimmed. He had an electric guitar slung over his body, playing and singing lazily and casually. His voice was charming, gentle and magnetic, like a lover whispering in his ear.

He sang one song after another without any breaks. Sweat soaked his hair and trickled down his Adam's apple. Even though the heat was unbearable, the seriousness on his face remained unchanged.

The guests here need to pay a viewing fee, and the discotheque and the artists take a cut. Jiang Wangshu took out a stack of money and asked the bodyguard to give it to the manager of the discotheque.

……

The performance is over.

Hua Tingjue received the money, which was more than he had imagined. He didn't even need to count it, the bills in his hand had become visibly thicker.

He asked curiously, "Why are there so many more?"

"Could it be given by a customer?" Xie Fangzhou was also shocked when he saw it.

The manager next to him nodded, "Yes."

"I see."

"Who cares? As long as I have money, that's all."

"That's right." Without thinking too much, Hua Tingjue and Xie Fangzhou walked out. As soon as they walked out of the door, they saw Jiang Wangshu appear in front of them. He was completely dumbfounded.

Even Xie Fangzhou next to him noticed his abnormality.

Hua Tingjue blinked, his mouth wide open in surprise, his eyes suddenly sparkled, like the magnificent scene of flowers blooming in one night of spring breeze. He excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Wangshu's hand.

"How did you come?!"