CHAPTER 290: CHAPTER 290; MR PRESIDENT

Meanwhile, in the boardroom, the directors and managers sat rigidly around the long, polished table. The large screen at the front displayed Huo Ting Cheng’s presence via live call, his calm, blue eyes scanning every report, every chart, and every number with precision.

Secretary Li stood near the screen, projecting Ting Cheng’s voice clearly, "As you all know, the Northern section of the Mining Site Project is critical. Efficiency, risk mitigation, and timelines must be flawless. Huo Ting Cheng will not tolerate any delays or incompetence."

The room temperature stiffened. Directors shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the balance of power even through a screen.

Managers who had handled projects directly under Ting Cheng’s supervision knew that his silence carried more weight than most CEOs’ tirades.

One of the senior managers cleared his throat nervously. "Mr President... the projected extraction rate can be maintained at ninety-five percent, but the terrain in the Northern section presents logistical challenges. We may require additional machinery and labor to meet the original schedule."

Huo Ting Cheng’s image on the screen tilted slightly, his gaze narrowing. "Additional resources," he repeated, tone calm but cutting. "What is the cost? Time lost? And how do you plan to mitigate environmental concerns?"

Secretary Li spoke swiftly, "We have prepared contingency plans, Mr President. Reinforced support structures and staggered extraction will minimize delays. Environmental compliance teams are already monitoring and adjusting operations in real time.

A junior director spoke up cautiously, "Mr President, even with your approval, local permits could still cause delays if the authorities enforce stricter conditions."

Ting Cheng’s eyes flickered, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips even across the screen. "No excuses," he said, voice low but firm. "You find a way around it. If local authorities interfere, we handle it, professionally, legally, and efficiently. Understand?"

"Understood, Mr President." the team chorused, some nodding, some biting their lips to restrain nervous murmurs.

Secretary Li quickly added, "Everything is under management."

Huo Ting Cheng leaned back in the car, one arm resting casually, the other brushing lightly along the seat, "Good. Keep it that way. In case of any inconvenience inform me on advance."

The boardroom collectively exhaled, tension easing slightly now that the expectations were clear. Even remotely, Huo Ting Cheng’s presence dominated the room. He was calm, collected, yet razor-sharp, he was every bit the force behind an empire that spanned industries, continents, and fortunes.

With the meeting underway, the Northern section of the Mining Site Project would move forward under the unblinking eye of a man who was both effortless and unstoppable.

Secretary Li’s voice cut through the room again, calm but precise. "Mr President, regarding labor allocation, the Northern section will require staggered shifts and specialized teams to navigate the terrain safely. We have already trained a small group to supervise extraction, but scaling up will increase costs slightly."

Huo Ting Cheng’s eyes narrowed on the tablet in his hand. "Slightly?" His tone was smooth, but the rough edge was unmistakable. "Quantify it. I want every number, every variable, and every potential bottleneck on my desk within the hour. No assumptions, no vague estimates."

A junior director swallowed hard. "Mr President... scaling up will require an additional 15 percent in labor and machinery costs. But extraction efficiency could be increased by ten percent with proper scheduling."

Ting Cheng leaned back lazily, one arm draped over the seat, but his voice remained firm. "Efficiency without control is useless. You adjust schedules, yes, but maintain safety standards, compliance, and timelines. Nothing gets out of hand. I don’t care how you spin it. Do it right, or don’t do it at all."

Huo Qi tapped rapidly on the tablet, inputting updated projections. "Master Huo, with these adjustments, the Northern section can meet the original completion deadline. Contingency plans are also in place for environmental inspections and permit approvals."

Huo Ting Cheng’s eyes flicked to the live feed of the boardroom. "Good. And remind the managers: no one touches a contract without approval. No one misreports costs or production. Every deviation comes to me immediately. I don’t tolerate laziness disguised as competence."

The boardroom collectively stiffened, the weight of his presence, effortless yet absolute, pressing down even through the screen. Directors exchanged wary glances, acutely aware that even minor mistakes could draw his scrutiny.

One of the Directors spoke up cautiously. "Sir, regarding projected revenue, factoring in increased labor and machinery, and potential delays, profits remain strong, though slightly adjusted. The northern section’s output is projected to yield a 12 percent increase overall."

Ting Cheng let out a low hum of approval, fingers drumming lightly against the dashboard. "Good. Keep your eyes open. Profits first, but control and precision above all. This is the northern section, it’s very critical. I don’t want surprises."

Secretary Li nodded firmly. "Understood, sir. All risks have been accounted for, and adjustments are already in motion. The project will proceed under full compliance and efficiency."

Huo Ting Cheng leaned back further, a faint smirk on his lips. "Very well. Boardroom dismissed, unless someone has a critical issue that cannot wait." His gaze swept over the directors through the live feed. "And remember, anyone who can’t handle responsibility... can leave. I prefer competent people who act as if they own the empire."

A tense silence filled the room, broken only by the quiet tapping of keyboards and murmured acknowledgments. Even remotely, Huo Ting Cheng’s presence dominated every corner of the empire. Calm, lazy, teasing at times, but unstoppable and exacting when needed.

The Mining Site Project would move forward, carefully orchestrated under the watchful eyes of a man who could command continents of industry while reclining in the back of a car.

Huo Ting Cheng’s dark blue eyes lingered on the screen, scanning the boardroom one last time. His posture remained casual, arm draped over the seat, yet every movement radiated authority.

"Good," he said slowly, voice calm but carrying an edge that made the directors sit straighter. "You have your directives. The Northern section must proceed efficiently. Contingencies are in place, and profits remain the priority. I expect updates on any deviation immediately. No exceptions."