Having been reborn, why would he be afraid of Mr. Gu, who still has a white moonlight?

Jian Xuyan said with some disbelief, "Junior sister, I remember when I sent you the information, Boheng Technology was going through its Series A funding round, right? Why is your business plan for Series B?"

Song Wanwan tapped the table and said calmly, "I have read Boheng Technology's information and conducted my own research. I think their technology is already very mature and they have a stable customer base. They just lack a decent office space and management personnel."

“I invested ten million in them in my personal capacity to rent office space and hire staff. So I want Boheng to go straight to Series B financing and start production to seize the market first.”

“I know that the overseas market is ahead of the domestic market, but the new energy project will be the trend for the next three years. If we enter the market first, we can capture most of the market. Once foreign companies flood in, we will lose our advantage.”

Jian Xuyan fell into deep thought and read the technical book again. "Junior sister, you've got some big ambitions! Do you know? Boheng Technology's business plan hasn't even passed the Series A review yet, and now it's already at Series B. I wonder if the higher-ups will flip the table."

Song Wanwan smiled confidently, "Investment has always been about risk and return going hand in hand. I'm optimistic about the new energy market, and Boheng Technology will definitely be a dark horse."

Jian Xuyan saw Song Wanwan's face gleaming in the sunlight, radiating confidence.

He also understood Song Wanwan's personality; once she set her mind on something, she would definitely do it. He shook his head, sighed, and said helplessly, "Junior sister, to be honest, I feel that a group leader position is too much of a waste of your talents."

Song Wanwan smiled faintly, "Senior brother, I have no work experience, I'm already very happy that you gave me a team leader position."

Some people just want me to be the CFO's assistant, a menial job.

Jian Xuyan tapped the document on the table as if he had made a major decision, and said seriously, "Don't worry, since I asked you to come, I will help you with this project, even if it puts pressure on me."

Song Wanwan teased, "Just don't let the pressure turn into an appetite."

Jian Xuyan's smile froze for a moment, and she pretended to be angry, saying, "Junior sister, you haven't changed at all; you still have such a sharp tongue."

Song Wanwan smiled awkwardly, and Jian Xuyan walked out.

Xiao Yan, the receptionist, led a courier into Song Wanwan's office and politely said, "Team Leader Song, there's a package for you that you need to sign for in person."

The local courier carried a small cardboard box for Song Wanwan to sign for, and marked it as fragile.

Song Wanwan signed for the package, and the receptionist left with the deliveryman.

She placed the box on her desk, took a utility knife, and cut it open. Once inside, she saw what was inside.

Song Wanwan revealed a bright smile. It was a red lucky cat, as tall as an A3 sheet of paper, smiling at Song Wanwan, its little hands waving up and down.

A small note was stuck to the bottom of the cat figurine; the familiar small seal script read, "Wishing my little princess a fortune every day!"

Song Wanwan smiled knowingly, took out her phone and took a selfie holding a lucky cat, with the same smile as the cat, and sent it to Shen Yunqing.

[Received it, I like it very much, thank you, Uncle.]

Shen Yunqing immediately replied with a smiley face.

While Song Wanwan was still organizing documents in her office, arranging them in a way that she was familiar with.

The employee group of Rongli Capital's Beijing branch was already buzzing with excitement.

[Breaking news! Song Wanwan, the head of Group Three in the Investment Department, has arrived today! She's rumored to be a stunning beauty!]

[She's an absolute beauty, I have photos to prove it.]

Soon, a picture of Song Wanwan getting out of a red Maserati sports car appeared in the group chat. She was dressed in a formal suit and high heels, looking confident and composed with a faint smile on her face. Her striking features made her look beautiful and charming.

[I originally took these photos hoping to see beautiful women and sports cars, but it turned out to be a colleague! Her looks are absolutely stunning!]

[That's not the point. Her sports car is a Maserati, right? Her clothes and shoes are Casseley, and her bag is from L'Oréal. All designer brands. She's either a rich kid or... well, you know. Those who know, know.]

Are all the rich people now working for others? How are we supposed to survive?

[This rich second-generation girl is definitely all show and no substance. She was directly appointed as a team leader through connections. I wonder if she's capable enough?]

[If I were as rich as her, why would I be a team leader? I'd just have my family start a company and be the boss for fun. Why would I be a team leader, working for someone else?]

[Yes, yes. That's... you know? Definitely, with looks like that, what guy wouldn't be attracted?]

[Please clarify, what is "that"?]

[Hehe, using your looks to attract men, understand now!]

The group chat was filled with knowing smiles.

[Is anyone in the group from HR? What's Song Wanwan's background?]

The message was sent out and a colleague from the human resources department replied immediately.

[I'm not sure, but Manager Jian personally handed over the reins to our boss. I heard he's someone important!]

【! ! ! ! 】

******

Song Wanwan spent the whole morning organizing the office documents and materials.

She went to the break room to get a drink of water and greeted her colleagues politely, but everyone looked at her with strange expressions.

She didn't care. Ever since she was in school, she had been the subject of gossip. No matter what she did or wore, people would talk behind her back. They were all harmless little things, and she had gotten used to it.

She drank some water and went to the restroom. In the stall, she overheard two colleagues talking, and they mentioned her name. She listened quietly without making a sound.

[Hey, have you seen the messages in the group chat? I heard that Team Leader Song has an impressive background; she might be related to some high-ranking person in the company. Look at the car she drives and the clothes she wears—none of them are cheap.]

The high heels she was wearing were a new style from Casselie, and they had to be pre-ordered. I wanted my boyfriend to buy them for me, but he couldn't even get a pair.

[Is it that hard to buy? Isn't your husband the young master of the Baiye Department Store? Even that's not enough.]

[Casoli is a world-renowned brand; becoming a VIP requires verification of funds. Don't even think about it if you don't have at least five million.]

[With such a strong background, it's no wonder Su Tang couldn't compete. What a pity. Su Tang is so hardworking and capable; if she hadn't been parachuted in, she would have been the leader of Group Three.]

Who can argue with that? In today's society, ability is nothing; only those with connections can act with impunity.

I had heard Bai Li say that the restroom was a gathering place for company gossip, but Song Wanwan didn't believe it. Now it seems to be true.

She flushed the toilet and suddenly opened the door. The two female colleagues who were talking outside fell silent.

The two looked at Song Wanwan as she walked out of the toilet stall, their expressions extremely unpleasant.

Song Wanwan walked calmly to the sink without looking to either side and washed her hands under the watchful eyes of the two men.

After washing her hands, she took out a tissue to dry them.

He threw the paper into the paper bag and said to the two dumbfounded people, "The verification fee for Casoli VIIP is 20 million. I am a VVIP."

After saying that, he turned and left with a flourish.

The two female colleagues looked terrified; Song Wanwan heard everything they said.

A female colleague quickly took out her phone and sent a message in the group chat.

[Team Leader Song personally admitted that she is a VVIP at Casoli; looks like she's got a lot of money!]

[It's not about having a mine; it's about having connections in the family!]

Then came another row of meaningful smiling faces.