Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 879: Secretary Xue

Chapter 879: Secretary Xue

Ning Shu harbored her suspicions towards how Father Miao and Mother Miao had died. If it really was Zhang Jiasen’s doing, then he was even more ruthless than she had thought.

There was a need to make a lot of preparations.

After dinner, Ning Shu asked for Father Miao’s thoughts on a lot of things and got to know about the people in each department, especially the higher-level personnel.

When Father Miao saw how serious his daughter was about this, he told her everything about the company’s employees without holding back and about which people had been with him all this way.

Father Miao had built up this company with his own hands. In his words, it was all he could do to maintain this state. It would be very hard to continue moving upwards. There were some times when he felt like he had the will but not the strength.

When he saw how earnest Ning Shu was, he started considering handing the company over to Ning Shu.

Originally, he was thinking to just let Miaomiao give birth to a child with the surname Miao so that the Miao family would have a descendant that could inherit the family business. However, now that his daughter who had always been clumsy was willing to learn how to manage the company, he felt that teaching his own daughter was much more realistic than looking forward to that child that has yet to show any trace of existence.

Father Miao seemed to want to pa.s.s on everything he knew to Ning Shu. His words came out in a continuous flow. He talked about the time when he was first starting the company, when times were hard. Ning Shu’s heart ached slightly. This was the original host’s emotions. Her father’s sweat and blood had been stolen away by Zhang Jiasen.

Zhang Jiasen had not only tricked her, he even stole her dad’s company.

Ning Shu didn’t know if Zhang Jiasen had approached the original host with this motive from the start or if his ambition had started to grow due to his promotions.

However, based on how Zhang Jiasen coaxed and lied to the original host, Ning Shu felt that he had probably planned all of this out beforehand. Ning Shu was appraising Zhang Jiasen in the most negative way possible.

It was also partly that the original host was dumb. She didn’t even know if her own man loved her.

As these thoughts flashed through Ning Shu’s mind, she was still working on writing down the important information that Father Miao gave her.

They talked late into the night. When Ning Shu finally returned to her room, it was already midnight. Ning Shu took out her phone and called Zhang Jiasen. Wonder what he was doing right now?

The phone rung for a long while, but then it was hung up on. Ning Shu smiled as she hit redial. It rung for another while before it was hung up on.

Her smile widened as she called again. This time, the other phone was closed.

Ohoho. Ning Shu very integrity-lessly guessed that Zhang Jiasen was currently tumbling with a woman.

Her phone calls had disturbed him.

Early the next morning, the moment Ning Shu got to the company, she headed to Zhang Jiasen’s office. Zhang Jiasen was currently discussing something with the secretary. Ning Shu directly asked, “Why did you hang up on me?”

Zhang Jiasen was taken aback. He glanced at the secretary before saying to Ning Shu, “I thought it was just a scam call so I hung up. I was tired after work so I closed the phone to rest properly.”

Could it be that there was no caller ID? Ning Shu nodded as she accepted this explanation that had as many holes as Swiss cheese, then looked towards Zhang Jiasen’s secretary and said with a smile, “Miss Secretary is looking even more beautiful today.”

“Nice lipstick,” said Ning Shu with an approving nod, then she said to Zhang Jiasen, “Why don’t you introduce your secretary?”

“There’s not much to introduce, she’s just a secretary. You can just call her Secretary Xue,” replied Zhang Jiasen offhandedly.

Ning Shu nodded. When she saw Secretary Xue’s facial color dim, she internally smiled.