I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

Sun Yue was holding a relatively important meeting at headquarters.

Upon receiving a call from Yang Xue, informing her that she had been bullied on her own turf, Sun Yue immediately became furious.

Good heavens, where did this lackey come from, daring to speak ill of me?

She immediately announced the suspension of the meeting and hurriedly drove to Times Square.

She had to handle this personally; if the CEO found out, she risked losing her job.

Sun Yue rushed to the toy store and happened to run into the tall security guard who was posing as a thug.

The fact that the other person didn't even recognize her made Sun Yue's already bad mood even more gloomy.

...

It's normal for Zhang Qiqi not to know Sun Yue.

One reason is that she is young and doesn't look like those powerful high-ranking leaders.

The main reason is that Zhang Qiqi is too low-level and can't even get close to someone like Sun Yue.

Sun Yue is in charge of the entire Tiancheng Real Estate Company, which is a large commercial chain involving several related branches and surrounding trade industries.

Even if she randomly picked a manager, he could treat Zhang Qiqi like a grandson.

In the live stream, almost all the netizens who had seen Yang Xue's performance recognized Sun Yue.

[Holy crap, Mr. Sun is here in person?]

Wait a minute, this kid doesn't seem to know President Sun.

Haha, this kid's pretty arrogant, but I bet he won't even be able to find the right tune when he starts crying.

Just as everyone in the live stream was chatting away, Sun Yue walked up to Zhang Qiqi with a cold face and examined the name tag on his clothes.

To Sun Yue, these ants were nothing more than a string of numbers.

Seeing that the other party ignored her, Zhang Qiqi said impatiently:

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?!"

"Mind your own business. Who the hell are you anyway?"

Sun Yue looked at the loading screen on her phone and read out in a cold voice:

Zhang Qiqi, 23 years old, a native of Kyoto.

"Fu Biao, 35 years old, native of Kyoto"

"Zhu Deyong, 28 years old, native of Kyoto"

The three of them looked at each other blankly when they heard their names called.

Sun Yue looked up at Zhang Qiqi and said coldly:

"You're being laid off. Go to HR to complete your resignation procedures in a bit."

Zhang Qiqi felt somewhat confused when she heard the other person say that.

"Fire him? This guy has a big mouth. What kind of weight can someone who doesn't even have a bodyguard carry?"

"At most, she'd be a secretary or manager in the HR department..."

He looked at the woman in front of him with suspicion, a question forming in his mind.

But he quickly calmed down and guessed that the other person was only slightly taller than him.

But his older brother brought so many people to apply for the job, and he was highly valued by the big boss of Times Square.

In terms of connections, my side is definitely stronger.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Qiqi suddenly felt more confident.

He looked down at the petite but delicate-looking woman, rudely raised his baton, pointed it at her, and sneered:

"Ha, are you kidding us?"

"My brother-in-law is Gu Dayong, the new head of the security department in the Times Square area!"

"Young lady, aren't you going to go and ask around?"

Sun Yue narrowed her eyes and asked coldly:

You really don't recognize me?

Zhang Qiqi, like his awful sister, is rebellious and always defiant.

"Hmph, if you don't tell me who you are, how the hell am I supposed to know you?!"

"Whoever you are, you just want to protect this run-down toy store, right?"

"I'm telling you, no way!"

He immediately turned to the store manager, Gao Xiaolan, and ordered:

"Your store does not meet fire safety standards. You are to be closed for one month for a comprehensive overhaul!"

The viewers in the live stream saw that the other party was becoming increasingly arrogant and could no longer expect Mr. Sun to retaliate.

[Mr. Sun, just lay your cards on the table. This guy disgusts me; I can't stand it anymore!]

[Let's put an end to this show-off! I absolutely hate him!]

Who do you think you are, daring to talk to Sister Yue like that!

Seeing that the visitor was of no use, Xiaoyu's mother said with a worried expression.

"Honey, maybe we should call the police first."

"That security guard doesn't seem afraid of this young girl."

Qian Xiaoyu's mother was more worried about the safety of her two children.

The other party is so fierce, what if they start tearing each other apart and hurt the child?

Zhizhi was incredibly calm and confidently comforted Xiaoyu's mother.

"Auntie, you don't need to worry."

"Just quietly watch my Aunt Yueyue perform, that's all."

"In a little while, these guys might be kneeling down and begging for our forgiveness."

Xiaoyu's mother was still skeptical, after all, it was just something a 6-year-old child said.

Faced with ridicule, Sun Yue certainly had the urge to reveal her true identity.

But she quickly restrained herself; such behavior was a bit beneath her dignity.

Since the other person doesn't know you, why not let him get to know you properly?

Sun Yue suppressed her anger and calmly said to Zhang Qiqi:

"How about this, I'll make a few phone calls and contact a few people you know."

Zhang Qiqi mistakenly thought that she had also started to use her own backing, and she felt a little panicked.

But now that the fork has already been put out, I can't lose face.

He also harbored a sliver of hope.

What if the other party's backing isn't as strong as her brother-in-law's, or they're on the same level as him?

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiqi shouted arrogantly.

"Fine! Go ahead and call, let's see who you can summon!"

The two burly security guards behind him also joined in the mockery:

"It would be best to shake some that can talk and breathe."

"Could it be that he called Uncle Hat?"

Amidst the sarcastic remarks of the group, Sun Yue stepped outside and said coldly:

"Except for special work, notify all department managers on Xinmin Street to report to the entrance of the toy store at No. 303, Area A!"

"I'll only give you 15 minutes!"

The secretary gave a brief "yes" and hung up.

Soon after, the heads of all departments of Tiancheng Real Estate, including the marketing department, human resources department, and general operations department of Times Square, received reassignment notices.

...

Kyoto Tensei Hotel, Large Conference Room

More than a dozen senior executives from Xinmin Street were taking notes attentively in the main seats.

Other junior executives could only sit in the back and listen in, including Gu Dayong, the security manager.

At the head of the conference table, Xu Yan, dressed in a sharp suit, was holding a PowerPoint presentation and outlining the tasks for the next phase.

"Times Square will focus its subsequent promotion efforts on several specific areas in the S/A and B categories."

"Later on, I will focus on original music and new ethnic dances as the core highlights."

"We have also strengthened our security measures to protect and assist our livestreamers!"

The president didn't want Yang Xue's name to be mentioned, so Xu Yan had to optimize the regional concept in order to better serve Yang Xue.

As soon as he finished speaking, the manager of the East Plaza echoed:

"East Plaza will also cooperate later and help Times Square with its promotion plan."

"We have no objections to the West Square event. If assistance is needed for later activities, we will also allocate manpower."

They were all seasoned veterans in the workplace and had recently heard a lot of gossip about the CEO, so they were very cooperative with Xu Yan's actions.

Gu Dayong was brought by Xu Yan to study, and he has been taking notes diligently throughout the past two days, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

He was a rough man, with only an elementary school education, and had never written so many words in his entire life.

These past few days, he's been exhausted, like a dead dog.

After each meeting, he would go home and go through the rules one by one, afraid that he might miss something. Naturally, he had no time to care about his wife and children.

In order to escape the heavy homework, he even moved to sleep in the living room, which indirectly led to Zhang Cuicui's mental breakdown.

Just as he was struggling to figure out how to write the word "booster," his phone suddenly vibrated.

At the same time, all the phones on the conference table, including Xu Yan's, started vibrating simultaneously.

The group looked at each other, all bewildered.

With questions in mind, everyone turned on their phones.

The text messages came from WeChat, SMS, and Tiancheng's internal corporate office.

In just one short sentence:

[General Manager's directive: All Xinmin Street management personnel must arrive at the entrance of Unit 303, Area A, Times Square within fifteen minutes!]