Strike Back, Proud Goddess!

Translator: Henyee Editor: Henyee

Another voice immediately rang out, "Oh my God, am I watching a movie?"

Chen Ziyan took out her cell phone and began to watch the video. Tang Xi leaned over to look at her cell phone screen. The video was taken from a distance, so the faces of the people in the video couldn't be seen clearly, but Tang Xi still recognized it. It was a scene from when she was saved last night! The two voices belonged to Yao and Qiao Liang!

Upon seeing this, Tang Xi took out her cell phone and was about to call Qiao Liang, when Chen Ziyan exclaimed and other students also shouted.

"Why can't I see this video all of a sudden?"

"Why can't I open this video?"

"S*it, did we watch a video that we shouldn't watch?"

"Oh, will we be killed? Will they try to silence us?!"

The corner of Tang Xi's eye twitched as she listened to their words. She said loudly, "It's time for class. Let's get ready for the class to start.

…

In the President's Office of the Qiao's International Group, Xiao Jing opened his eyes sleepily when he heard someone calling his name. When he saw Little Five's face, he sighed and pursed his lips. "Have you solved it?"

Little Five nodded and handed a laptop to Xiao Jing. "Yes, I've solved it, and I've had the LAN nearby monitored. We will immediately notice and delete the uploaded videos once anyone uploads the related video. Please have a look, Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Jing yawned, waved his hand and was about to sleep again. "No, it's not necessary. I trust your ability." With that, he turned over and asked with his eyes closed, "Now how many companies plan to gang up on the Qiao's?"

Little Five looked at the data his assistants sent to him and said calmly, "There are fifteen companies who have close relationships with Hongkun that have ganged up in secret as they are subject to receive heavy blows in this storm. They plan to get a loan from the bank and fight the Qiao's to the death."

Xiao Jing hummed and yawned again. Without opening his eyes, he said. "Do as you see fit. Don't tell me anything about it againuntil the number of the companies reaches 25. By the way, sell off the shares of these companies that we have bought, at low prices."

Little Five immediately got what Xiao Jing meant. He smiled and said, "I see," before he turned to leave. He walked two steps, looked back at Xiao Jing and said with a smile, "Mr. Xiao, you're more suitable to sit in this room than our young master. You only consider the development of the Qiao's."

Xiao Jing, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Little Five, his eyes narrowed. "You mean your young master doesn't consider the development of the Qiao's?"

Little Five shook his head. "I certainly don't mean that, but his purpose is merely for destroying those who hate him." Little Five said with a smile. "Our young master used to say he can ignore the people who hate him, but if they want to do something to him, he will destroy them ahead of any of their plans."

Xiao Jing raised his eyebrows. "Am I not the same? They want to destroy the Qiao's, so I will destroy them before they have the time to do anything against us. Is there any difference?"

"Yes." Little Five looked at Xiao Jing and said, "You're different, so Young Master thinks you're more suitable than him to manage the Qiao's. That's why he asked you to command this battle in his place."

Xiao Jing frowned and Little Five smiled. "I have to go. See you later."

Although Xiao Jing was confused at Little Five's words, he didn't want to think about it anymore. He laid down on the sofa and went back to sleep, muttering, "Qiao Liang asked me to do his job, not because he appreciates my ability, but because he is lazy."

With closed eyes and pursed lips, he tried to rest his mind. "Whatever. I have so many shares in the Qiao's company. I can't just sit and watch those other companies snatch away my money!"

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Xiao Jing, awakened from his sleep again, put a tight leash on his anger and sat up. His voice was cold as he said, "Come in."

An Hao looked into the office and hurriedly walked in when she saw Xiao Jing sitting on the sofa. She stood upright and said respectfully, "President Xiao, Director Vivian wants to see you."

Xiao Jing hummed and nodded indifferently. "Let her in."

Vivian entered the office, smiled at Xiao Jing and asked gently, "President Xiao, are you busy?"

It seems that President Xiao will be in charge of the company, she thought. He has now moved to work at the President's Office now.

Xiao Jing raised his eyebrows and looked at Vivian. "What's up?"

Vivian smiled and said hesitantly, "Well, I have something to ask you, but if you're busy, I can come back to ask you later…"

Xiao Jing beckoned Vivian to sit down. "Just tell me what it is."

Vivian sat down on the black leather sofa. Xiao Jing asked An Hao to bring him a cup of coffee and Vivian jokingly said, "Now there are only men in the secretariat, except An Hao who is the only girl. It's like the plot of an idol drama."

Xiao Jing raised his eyebrows and squinted at Vivian who was trying to liven up the atmosphere. "Hum?"

Vivian smiled awkwardly, explaining, "A group of excellent men surround a Cinderella."

Xiao Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled, asking. "Then according to the plot, is the man in this office the one this Cinderella really loves? And I'm supposed to marry this Cinderella?"

The smile on Vivian's face froze and she hurriedly apologized, "Of course not. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that."

Xiao Jing shrugged, leaned against the sofa, looked at Vivian and asked again, "What's up?"

Vivian hesitated for quite a while before she said, "Well, President Xiao, do you remember we hired a special designer recently? The genius designer Qin Xinying. She has agreed to design five sets of clothes for us for this Fashion Week, but she accidentally injured her hand after designing only one. She is accustomed to drawing by hand, so she can't finish the task anymore. Now we still need four outfits for the Haute Couture showing."

"She injured her hand?" Xiao Jing raised his eyebrows and looked at Vivian, his eyes had a cold gleam. "Is this her excuse? Didn't she have any other designs left as a reserve?"

Vivian shook her head. "She seems to have injured her hand quite badly. She said she has arm bone fractures and has to be in a plaster cast for several months. Shall we let another designer take over and design the outfits for the Fashion Week?"

"I don't have any problem with it. It's up to you." Xiao Jing suddenly thought of something. He stood up. "Call that special designer and take her to the hospital."

Vivian looked at Xiao Jing in shock. "President Xiao?"