Penguin Zhang Zong was close to tears upon hearing this answer.
Jack Ma could handle it so easily because he had started delegating years ago. Zhang Zong had no authority and had to seek permission for even slightly larger matters.
How could he manage?
If you suddenly decided to leave without warning, who could adapt?
Nonetheless, Penguin Ma's words meant he had to run his legs off.
"Understood, President Ma. Can you come back soon?" Penguin Zhang Zong said.
"That's impossible. Goodbye."
Penguin Ma hung up the phone, too lazy to listen to Penguin Zhang Zong complain, and had no intention of returning.
"Haha... Aren't you going back quickly? Jack Ma, who was listening nearby, burst into laughter.
"You were just comparing yourself to me, saying that if we can do it, you can too?
"You're not only imitating others in your career but also trying to imitate me in how you conduct yourself. Truly pathetic.
"Looking at all of Penguin's successful and powerful businesses, not a single one is original; they're all imitations.
"I'll go back when you go back," Penguin Ma said with a cold snort.
"It's all the same whether I go back or not. I don't have to worry about any major or minor affairs and can simply make a call to inquire about the development. Unlike you, who has no ability but is unwilling to delegate," Jack Ma taunted.
When it came to eloquence, Penguin Ma was no match for Jack Ma.
Their eloquence was evident when they spoke in important settings.
Jack Ma could even give speeches without a script, improvising as he went and leaving everyone in awe.
Especially after Jack Ma appeared on a popular show hosted by Xiao Sa, called "Kai Jiang La" (Open Lectures).
Indeed, he opened the lecture, and once he started, he couldn't stop. Even the renowned host Xiao Sa could only listen silently from the side, unable to interject.
It was because of this show that Jack Ma's classic quotes proliferated.
Unlike Penguin Ma, Jack Ma's presence was like a gentle spring breeze, making one want to laugh as soon as he spoke.
Penguin Ma, on the other hand, was more serious and unamusing.
Penguin Ma didn't want to argue with Jack Ma about this. If he did, Jack Ma could talk for days.
"Are you implying you're useless by not speaking?" Jack Ma pressed.
"I can't be bothered with you," Penguin Ma said, getting up and heading upstairs.
"Teacher Ma, when it comes to eloquence, how can President Ma compare to you? You've driven him away again," Lei Ming said, leaning back with a cup of tea in hand.
He hadn't been at the villa for long, but he didn't want to leave after arriving.
Especially after learning that they all had the divine medicine given by Xia Feng, he was even less willing to depart.
Only by staying here did he have a chance to obtain it. His hard-won entry was something he wouldn't give up for anything.
"Drink your tea, drink your tea. I feel restless if I don't bicker with him every day," Jack Ma said with a smile.
He then looked around and asked Lei Ming, "Where is President Jiang? I haven't seen him since lunch today."
Normally, Jiang Quanshui would be sitting here, boasting with them.
Old Wang had gone to work on the Fenglin Entertainment news conference after lunch. Jiang Quanshui had nothing to do, so what else could he do?
"I don't know, maybe he went upstairs to sleep," Lei Ming replied.
Meanwhile, in Du Lapid's room, Jiang Quanshui was sitting on his bed, having brought his bedding with him, intending to discuss future career development with Du Lapid tonight.
"Duke Peter, your room is quite tidy," Jiang Quanshui said, glancing around.
"Heh heh, that's a must."
Du Lapid was a blood race member, and blood race members had a quirk of liking cleanliness, the cleaner the better.
Even before becoming a blood race member, vampires would meticulously clean the neck before drinking blood.
If it weren't for being in Xia Feng's villa, and if it weren't for the desire to disgust Long Aotian, Du Lapid wouldn't have let Jiang Quanshui onto his bed.
Because of his extreme潔癖 (germaphobia), he considered you dirty just for sitting on his bed.
"Duke Peter, do you think Little Long will come looking for us later?" Jiang Quanshui changed the subject.
"Given his arrogant personality, he certainly will," Du Lapid analyzed.
Du Lapid was also a cultivator and understood the proud nature of cultivators; they would do what they said they would.
So, they could only wait.
Du Lapid was right. Long Aotian had been watching Jiang Quanshui all afternoon. He wouldn't feel comfortable if he didn't beat up this old fellow.
"Little Long is also something you can call him?"
Moreover, instigated by Zhou Gangyi, Long Aotian had already begun looking for Jiang Quanshui.
"Master, I think he went to Du Lapid's room," Zhou Gangyi said.
"Let's go and see," Long Aotian said, heading towards Du Lapid's room.
Speak of the devil, and he appears.
Long Aotian pushed the door open and walked in, seeing Jiang Quanshui had even moved his bedding, which made him want to laugh.
"Come out here for a moment," Long Aotian beckoned to Jiang Quanshui.
"What for? No, I'm discussing something with Duke Peter," Jiang Quanshui sternly refused Long Aotian's invitation.
"As if I'd go out with you."
"Don't force me to act," Long Aotian said, crossing his arms, as if he had Jiang Quanshui cornered.
Of course, Long Aotian was just venting and wouldn't get serious. They were all in the same villa, so they were considered allies and wouldn't truly fall out.
This was just for entertainment during leisure time. It was Jiang Quanshui's own loose tongue that earned him this lesson.
"I'm afraid that won't work. President Jiang is here with me, so you can't touch him," Du Lapid shook his head, indicating that Jiang Quanshui was untouchable today, and he would protect him.
"Old Bat, are you trying to oppose me?" Long Aotian said, his face cold as he looked at Du Lapid.
"Old Bat?"
Jiang Quanshui looked at Long Aotian, then at Du Lapid.
Is this a nickname?
Or what?
"What does Old Bat mean?" Jiang Quanshui asked.
"Do you want to know? If I tell you, will you come out obediently?" Long Aotian said, looking at Jiang Quanshui.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. This is just my nickname," Du Lapid said, glaring at Long Aotian.
"Old Bat, want to come outside for a sparring match?" Long Aotian ignored Jiang Quanshui, knowing that to take Jiang Quanshui away today, he had to deal with the Old Bat first.
"Alright, who's afraid of whom."
Du Lapid rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight. He had long wanted to spar with Long Aotian because Long Aotian's arrogant face annoyed him greatly.
"Uh... Don't." Jiang Quanshui quickly stopped Du Lapid.
"If you go out and get beaten, what will you do?"
Long Aotian certainly wouldn't dare to act recklessly in the villa.
Jiang Quanshui was being somewhat presumptuous precisely because he understood Long Aotian's personality. Don't act impulsively!