Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Ling Qingyu had time to glance around and saw many individuals who knew was at least familiar with. But many were unknown.

All of them, whenever they met her eyes, smiled and expressed a gesture of goodwill. Some nodded. Whether their behaviors were truthful or pretense, Ling Qingyu returned her goodwill.

She met people from various industries from medicine, electronics, shopping mall, supermarkets to publishing houses.

She even saw Lin Fan and Lan Xi, sat and joined their own circle. She recognized some of them were bosses in real estates.

Thinking of the rising industry, real estate was never a failure investment. It had proven for many years, the success wasn't without reasons.

Seeing Lan Xi interacted with these individuals, Ling Qingyu raised her brows. Everyone stayed in a similar circle and she suspected the ones Lan Xi talked to were likely related to gangs.

She withdrew her eyes and drank the water filled in the glass to quench her thirst. She felt sad, seeing the gangs and officials able to talk on the table, without conflicts, as if they were deep friends. Experience tales at m v|l e'-NovelBin.net

Who had weapons? Only officials and the bad guys. Ordinary people had to rely on the officials for their safety. It was unfair, why wielding weapons could dictate others.

In the face of threats from the bad people, they had no defense and must wait for others to rescue. The most ridiculous finding was that bad people somehow managed to get hold of firearms, even if the country maintained the strictest policy on firearms.

At the end of the day, those who were vulnerable belonged to the ordinary groups. Ling Qingyu found her past life's thoughts ridiculous. She thought those mass-shootings could be prevent if firearms were controlled.

If there wasn't mass shootings, there were other terrorist attacks. Driving through people. Slashing with machetes. Even, setting up a building on fire.

The real root cause was people were sick from work pressure and the economy tolls. While the rich were getting richer, the poor got their life worsen. The outlet from various stresses caused people to vent.

When the situation affected people who had weak will or could be easily manipulated, such tragedy happened. Ling Qingyu understood her belief was too simple.

It appeared, controlling firearms merely barred the ordinary from accessing the weapons while the officials and the criminals wielded however they liked and gained power.

Then, the power belonging to the people dissipated until a strong one arose again to quell the chaos. The circle would keep on going.

Fortunately, the officials in charge was Yang Qingyue and Ling Qingyu could now allow her subordinates to wield firearms freely. Since things were now in her favor, she didn't consider changing the already set circumstances.

However, with her participation, the city would become the safest in the province and spreading her influence further was a certainty.

Ling Qingyu noticed Yang Qingyu remained staring at her face. She brushed her cheeks with her hands and asked. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"

Was she becoming so much handsome and powerful, Yang Qingyu fell for her?

Luckily, Yang Qingyue had no mind-reading power. "Nothing, I sense in your eyes, your thoughts flying around so much. What do you have in mind?"

Ling Qingyu pursed her lips. "Nothing. It's just lamenting how unfair the world is."

Yang Qingyue's eyelids twitched and almost cussed out. "You're thinking your life is unfair?"

"Heck, no." Ling Qingyu replied. "Look at the woman, Lan Xi, and I found despite being a gangster, she could live like an elite wealthy family. Maybe her levels were low but the officials of some particular rank must treat her with caution."

"I get where you're thinking. But I believe everything will change soon." Yang Qingyue nodded and said. "With you, I don't believe my goals won't succeed. After getting to know you more and more, I'm starting to get frightened."

"Do you regret joining hands with me?" Ling Qingyu joked like a little villain. "It's too late to go back now. The secrets must be kept."

Yang Qingyue chuckled and took a sip of water. Because the event hadn't begun, only water was served on the table.

"I have never regretted what I have done. I believe, my intuition is always correct." Yang Qingyue whispered the later part. "Besides, I have chosen you with my heart. I'm just waiting for the thin layer between us to break."

"What do you say?" Ling Qingyu thought she heard it wrong. She guaranteed with her heart, she heard Yang Qingyue was willing to be with her. That was a huge improvement.

How could Yang Qingyue say out again. She immediately refused to say again. "Nothing. I'm just badmouthing about you."

Ling Qingyu didn't push anymore and took a step back. Since she had raised Yang Qingyue's interest in her, there was no need to put more pressure. Ling QIngyu gave a disbelieving expression.

"Where's Sister Cai? You didn't throw away all the mess at her, right?" Ling Qingyu changed the topic.

"Oh, how could I bear to hurt my friend? I'm training her to become my right-hand person soon." Yang Qingyue refuted this. "She is at the temporary CP—command post—directing the officers for the security. Tight security is essential with so many big names coming in."

"I think you're more like treating Sister Cai like a tool person." Ling Qingyu laughed. "Don't copy my behaviors of transferring my jobs to Sister Zhao."

Zhao Xiurong shook her head helplessly, hearing President Ling calling her out, and added. "I don't think it that way, Sister Ling. I felt lucky to be under your guidance."

"See. That's what I'm doing for Sister Cai. Don't wrongly accuse me." Yang Qingyue defended herself. "I'm not an unscrupulous boss for my subordinates. Instead of arranging tasks for them, I'd rather participate myself."

Ling Qingyu's lips twitched. She didn't know why she was flared up easily by the words—unscrupulous boss.

Thinking of the first time she met Yang Qingyue, Ling Qingyu couldn't argue. As a superintendent level, whose job should lean more toward a high administrative role, Yang Qingyue investigated her accident personally.

Despite her promotion, it seemed Yang Qingyue loved tackling and arresting people. As expected in most cops, everyone hated paperwork.

"Okay. Nobody is accusing you of anything. Where's Sister Su and Sister Jiang then." Ling Qingyu asked.

"Su Ruomei and Jiang Yu?" Yang Qingyue recalled the two names. "They're most likely beside Cai Ning, accompanying her work or maybe patrolling around the perimeter and arranging the personnel. But the last time I see they're with her."

"As a chief, don't you even have a communication contact?" Ling Qingyu's eyes turned strange. This Yang Qingyue couldn't be too irresponsible as a chief, could she?

Yang Qingyue rolled her eyes, probably realizing what Ling Qingyu had in mind. "Come on, as a chief, I have a different task today—interacting with politicians and important people for my next policy. It's no use for me to personally direct everything. Having Sister Cai is enough."

Ling Qingyu thought Yang Qingyue's words made sense. If everything must be handled by the chief, what was the use of having subordinates? But she didn't expect Yang Qingyue to transfer the power easily, not long after she took the position.

Perhaps, only Cai Ning as her childhood friend deserved her trust to take over Yang Qingyue's post temporarily.