Those who betray the Wanlong Society shall suffer three knives and six holes.
Isn't this a cruel punishment used against traitors in old-era gangs?
Why would it appear at the annual meeting of a modern enterprise? Did the staff print it wrong?
But when Qiu Ciyun saw that the surrounding employees all had a look of being accustomed to it, he felt it wasn't a mistake. Otherwise, such an obvious error would have been discovered and replaced long ago.
Then he looked at another slogan.
Cautious, meticulous, bold, law-abiding, and integrating knowledge with action.
This one was very positive and professional. One could even say it captured the essence of management and execution requirements, full of positive energy.
But putting it next to the other slogan made it seem incredibly weird.
Could it be that they were supposed to learn how to hack people while escaping legal sanctions?
Qiu Ciyun truly felt his cognition splitting.
On one side was a gang rule reeking of a fierce underworld vibe, and on the other was a principle full of modern corporate management wisdom.
Wasn't this contrast a bit too jarring?
Just what kind of background did Chairman Liu's company have?
A man in black guiding the way nearby seemed to notice his strange expression. Following his gaze, the man gave an understanding smile. Everyone had a similar reaction the first time they saw the Wanlong Society's slogans. He would get used to it later.
"President Qiu, the eldest miss and the others have arranged a seat for you in the front row. Please."
Qiu Ciyun followed the man in black forward in a daze, the words "three knives and six holes" still echoing in his mind.
He even started to involuntarily recall whether there were any special hidden clauses in the employment contract he signed with Dragon Chip. There shouldn't be, right?
Chairman Liu seemed quite normal; she wouldn't write "three knives and six holes for job-hopping" into it, would she?
Wait, a boss who could say something like "if you lose the lawsuit, you stay; if you win, you also stay" probably couldn't be described as completely normal either.
While his mind was running wild, he had already arrived at the front row area near the stage.
It was relatively spacious here. In particular, the three main tables were mostly occupied by the management of various business divisions and special guests.
At the first main table, which was also where Liu Yutong would sit later, there was currently only one person seated, a man around forty years old.
The employees of Wanlong Society, even the senior executives, were generally quite young, mostly young men and women in their twenties. At around fifty years old, Qiu Ciyun was at the father level here, in a league of his own.
The second oldest was obviously this middle-aged man who had arrived first and was sitting at the same table.
"You must be President Qiu. I've heard a lot about you, and I didn't expect to meet you here today. It's a pleasure to meet you!" The man speaking was Zhang Dalong, the head of Weibo and the newly initiated Shanxin project.
Everyone knew how difficult it was to make chips in the current environment. His compliments were indeed from the bottom of his heart.
"My name is Zhang Dalong, and I'm currently in charge of Weibo."
Qiu Ciyun shook hands with him. "You are too polite, President Zhang. I also use Weibo; it's quite interesting."
The two took their seats. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they discovered that they were the only two elderly people over forty among the thousands of people present, suddenly giving rise to a subtle sense of camaraderie.
Although one was in software and the other in semiconductor chips, they still found a lot of resonance when discussing technology trends and team management.
Qiu Ciyun gradually forgot about the slogans until he noticed the logo on Zhang Dalong's suit. He was surprised to find that this guy actually wore the same style of black suit, just that Zhang Dalong's seemed to be made of a higher-quality material.
"President Zhang, is there any story behind your outfit? Why do I feel like these clothes look like something gangsters wear?"
Zhang Dalong looked down at his clothes and smiled. "President Qiu, when you get older, isn't it normal to mix with the underworld a bit?"
Qiu Ciyun was speechless.
"Mix... mix with the underworld? And it's normal?"
Zhang Dalong replied, "Didn't you know, President Qiu? Generally, some core executives have a high probability of becoming core members of the Wanlong Society. This black suit is the symbol. I heard that the eldest miss started out in the underworld back in the day. Word is she was incredibly fierce and took out a bunch of underworld bosses to build the Wanlong Society."
Qiu Ciyun was shocked.
Good heavens! He actually guessed right!
This Wanlong Group actually had a triad background!
Zhang Dalong added, "Not to mention, the quality of these clothes is quite good. Do you want to get one too, President Qiu? I see you're still going strong."
Qiu Ciyun quickly waved his hands. "No need, no need. My old bones can't handle the tossing and turning."
Zhang Dalong said, "Well, if you don't want it, you can prepare one for your children. The quality of these clothes really is excellent. Boys look energetic in them, and girls look heroic. They aren't out of style at all! Rest assured, we have all sizes, from S to XXXL. If it really doesn't fit, it can be altered by hand."
Qiu Ciyun was left speechless again.
What was all this! Was he asking his whole family to join the underworld?
Prepare a gangster battle robe for his son? His son, who was currently studying for a Ph.D. at a prestigious overseas university, coming back and putting on this kind of clothing... the picture was too beautiful; he dared not imagine it.
"There's really no need. The kids are all abroad, they won't need it, really won't need it!"
Zhang Dalong smacked his lips in regret. "That's a pity, but it doesn't matter. The days ahead are long. Maybe one day you'll figure it out."
Just as Qiu Ciyun was getting flustered by Zhang Dalong's words.
The originally bustling and noisy venue suddenly became dead silent within just two or three seconds.
A big shot was coming.
Sensing something, Qiu Ciyun looked up and involuntarily followed everyone's gaze toward the entrance.
At the entrance, a group of people walked into the venue one after another. Leading them was the chairman of the Wanlong Group, Liu Yutong.
Today, Liu Yutong was not wearing the warm-toned clothes Qiu Ciyun was familiar with. Instead, she wore a black tailored suit of the same style as the group of men in black. However, her suit was distinctly different from the others. The two sleeves were embroidered with patterns of a dragon on the left and a phoenix on the right, and the dragon-shaped emblem on her chest was a unique gold color. She wore little makeup, yet between her brows lay an undeniable, sharp aura that forbade anyone from looking directly at her. Her entire presence became incredibly powerful.
About half a step behind her followed five or six people, all core members of the Wanlong Group: Yun Cheng, Ma Da, Yu Xin, Zhao Tianyi, Li Xiaohui, and others.
As soon as Liu Yutong appeared, the thousands of employees in the audience stood up in unison.
Everyone's eyes closely followed the beautiful black silhouette walking toward the center of the stage.
This scene did not look like the entrance of a big corporate boss at all. Instead, it looked more like an underworld queen wielding absolute power and patrolling her territory, descending upon her domain with her core, sharpest right-hand men.
Just as Liu Yutong stepped onto the stage...
It was unclear who started it, but a loud, booming voice suddenly rang out.
"Greetings, Miss!"
Immediately after, the thousands of employees and core members in the audience followed suit, shouting in perfect unison.
"Greetings, Miss!"
