Chapter 44: Enjoy Benefits to the Fullest

According to Jiang Yaowen’s understanding, his words meant the previous misunderstanding was resolved. Otherwise, he wouldn’t say “continue,” but would have stayed fixated on the first issue, exploding in anger.

At this, Fat Jiang was overjoyed, nearly falling in love with Feng Chenchen all over again. He felt that although this young woman was a bit lively, she was truly useful. He thought, “I really had good judgment back then—my efforts to elevate, support, and care for her weren’t wasted.”

With this in mind, Jiang Yaowen spoke with a hint of a bitter smile, “I’ve run into some trouble on my end. It’s hard to say how serious the consequences will be, and others aren’t really able to help, which is why I’ve thickened my skin to ask for your assistance. I wonder if you might be able to...”

Here, Jiang Yaowen deliberately paused, watching for his reaction.

Ma nodded slightly, “Just say what’s on your mind.”

Jiang Yaowen breathed a sigh of relief, “We can barely count ourselves as insiders. So I won’t hide it from you: people from Spain are coming soon, and some sources say they’re quite displeased. In the warehouse money-burning incident, I was only following orders, but I’m worried that once they arrive in Haizhou, there’ll be trouble.”

“You should be looking for Huo,” Ma replied.

Jiang Yaowen felt a chill in his chest, lowering his voice, “Mr. Huo is unreachable. I mean no offense to him, but his attitude seems to be avoiding responsibility—he’s already left Haizhou.”

Ma Weimin said, “If he doesn’t want to solve it, it means he can’t. What do you expect me to do?”

Jiang Yaowen answered, “That’s why only you can handle this. You’re now in Haizhou, and I doubt you want chaos here, right?”

Ma cocked his head, “That logic is interesting.”

Fat Jiang was a man of initiative; he believed this meant there was hope. So, decisively, he stood and said, “In two days, a cruise ship will reach international waters. That’s where the Spanish want to meet—it’ll be a grand scene. If you’re interested, you could come aboard for a drink, meet beauties from all over; I’ll arrange a helicopter to pick you up.”

Jiang Yaowen finished speaking, didn’t wait for a reply, bowed slightly, and left.

His assistant outside opened the car door for him. Fat Jiang settled into the understated Lexus and departed his mountaintop villa.

How long he’d stay in this place was uncertain; Ma was carefree, and no one knew what the future would bring. So, while benefits remained, they had to be enjoyed—no telling what challenges might arise ahead, and perhaps he’d be forced to wander like Jason Bourne.

While pondering this, Feng Chenchen emerged with her laptop, pointing at the screen, “Look—a cruise ship is touring the Pacific Rim. The theme is environmental protection, climate, charity, and donations. Many celebrities will attend, and in two days, this famous Spanish cruise ship will approach Haizhou. Many Haizhou luminaries will participate—it’s a real opportunity. And the ship’s ambassador this time is Theron; I adore her, I’m her biggest fan, I’d love to go!”

Ma listened, unfazed.

Wait a minute… wasn’t this the event Jiang Yaowen wanted him to handle?

“You really want to go?” Ma asked, his expression odd.

Feng Chenchen nodded vigorously.

“Alright, I’ll take you,” Ma agreed.

Feng Chenchen was over the moon, certain this would be the first step on her journey to becoming a transformative director…

In a messy office, Yu Chengmin, cold-faced and exquisitely beautiful, was furious.

The renovation workers only cleared renovation debris. The movers merely shifted miscellaneous items and equipment. In the end, no one came to tidy up, and the office was still a chaotic mess.

The temporary helpers she called in were all amateurs, with their own affairs, and couldn’t get the new office up to Yu Chengmin’s standards.

So she didn’t complain to the renovation or moving companies, but began blaming her own people for their incompetence, berating anyone she saw.

When all had fled her wrath, she realized someone was missing: Ma Weimin?

“That brat actually ignored my summons, vanished the whole afternoon, didn’t come to help? Does he think with Ni Feihong shielding him, I can’t deal with him?”

Yu Chengmin muttered to herself, seated amid the chaos.

After a moment’s hesitation, she pressed a button on the desk phone, “Find out why Ma Weimin didn’t come.”

A handsome assistant soon entered, “Ms. Yu, I checked—Ma Weimin wasn’t in the office all afternoon. But Ni Feihong gave him time off, saying he went to the Haidong branch to assist the police with some matters.”

Upon hearing “Haidong branch,” Yu Chengmin lost interest in Ma’s affairs. The seductive curve of her lips formed a smile—Qu Bureau’s son was stationed there, a man with charisma, essentially a mature version of that Sima from outside.

Waving her assistant away, Yu Chengmin decided to investigate Ma Weimin’s police involvement. She considered calling Qu Changfeng, picked up the desk phone, but switched to her mobile instead.

Connected, she chatted casually with Qu Changfeng, who proactively revealed Ma Weimin’s dark history: “Yu, your employee came for an assault case—my case. You need to be careful hiring, or it could damage the company’s reputation.”

Yu Chengmin was no fool; she was sensitive about anything affecting the company’s honor, so she discussed the details at length with Qu Changfeng.

With Qu’s embellishments, the more she listened, the grimmer her expression became.

Ending the call, Yu Chengmin realized the situation was tricky.

This was no mere personal feud; she didn’t actually hold anything against Ma Weimin. But given some of the company’s special operations, they had to avoid “attention.” If Ma, as an employee, got tangled in such matters and handled them poorly, the company would face unwanted scrutiny.

Zhan Yunfei, that idiot, had gotten himself in trouble by not controlling his impulses and failing to rein in Ni Feihong.

Ni Feihong was absolutely unstable: talented, utterly ignorant of company business. But her professional skills and her positive reputation as an industry mentor boosted the company’s public image—that was her value and the reason she was so brazen yet always survived.

The true manager had always been Yu Chengmin. The reason Zhan Yunfei was made CEO early on was because he was Ni Feihong’s boyfriend and could somewhat keep her in check.

Thinking of this, Yu Chengmin pinched her brow—these issues needed to be sorted out. Perhaps it was time to deal with problematic elements, clean house, and optimize the long-standing structure.

The structure had worked well before, but without updates, it was increasingly unstable and riddled with loopholes.

Haphazard patching might add useless code and reduce efficiency, but it was better than leaving vulnerabilities everywhere.

Before she could reach any conclusions, the ultra-popular heartthrob Sima barged in, fuming as if someone had bullied him.

Normally, Yu Chengmin would smile and ask, “Did Ni Feihong kill your manuscript again?” But today she was troubled, and just then, her phone rang—a must-answer call.

So she frowned, took the call, and gestured for Sima to leave.

Sima felt aggrieved—this was the first time Yu had treated him so curtly. Yet he couldn’t linger, so he left in a huff.

At the door, Sima asked Yu’s assistant, “What’s wrong with Ms. Yu? She seems troubled.”

The assistant whispered, “It’s about Ma Weimin.”

“Ma Weimin, him again!” Sima frowned, a shadow flickering in his eyes, then composed himself and departed.

Just earlier, Sima had almost been scolded bald by Ni Feihong, and vaguely suspected it was somehow related to Ma…