I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 157: Chapters*), MM, vulc

Translator: 549690339

Thanks to Julia Lambert’s meticulous management methods and concepts, Summit Ventures, a new company less than a month old, doesn’t show any signs of the chaos associated with newly established small businesses.

Julia Lambert applies the optimized management system she learned in the United States for small and medium-sized enterprises flexibly to Summit Ventures.

Instead of copying it wholesale, she adapts it to the UK context.

The management style is stricter, less human, and more focused on efficiency, with everyone’s workload being fully planned.

Of course, the salary package at Summit Ventures is 30% above the industry average, so although the employees are tired, they don’t mind.

At this moment, the staff of Summit Ventures’ headquarters, located in Oxfordshire’s downtown commercial center, are working with a sense of bustling orderliness.

There is lush greenery in the office lobby.

Each workspace is spacious, and desktop items are neatly arranged.

Document folders, file holders, pen holders, monitors, keyboards, and other objects have a consistent order and angle across workstations.

This is known in the industry as standard management, aimed at improving employee efficiency, allowing new employees to adapt quickly to the job, and fostering a professional corporate culture.

In the chairman’s office.

Harrison Clark and Chris Owen were sitting side by side on wooden chairs.

They were observing each other.

Ward Owen was out attending an event to expand his reputation and influence.

It was unknown whether Chris Owen had chosen this time deliberately to avoid his unaccomplished son or if it was just a coincidence.

Chris Owen appeared to be in his early forties, much younger than his age advertised on the internet.

Perhaps it was because he exercised regularly that his physical condition was excellent.

Chris Owen had a standard square face, firm eyes, aged but still handsome, and bore a commanding presence.

Harrison Clark couldn’t help feeling sorry for round-faced, rotund Ward Owen.

What kind of experience would it be for a father to be ten times more attractive than his son?

No wonder Ward refused to come home.

Harrison wouldn’t have either.

Chris Owen was also observing Harrison Clark.

Before coming here, he had conducted an in-depth investigation of Harrison Clark.

Harrison was a talented young man with a clean background.

Originally, he was just an ordinary apartment service staff member, but due to his sudden awakening of talent, he quickly gained prominence and created one astonishing work of art after another.

Even with Chris Owen’s broad perspective, rarely had he seen such a sudden rise.

Before meeting, he assumed that talented young people would have some idiosyncrasies, such as arrogance or looking down on others.

He had seen many of these young people before and naturally knew how to exert pressure on them.

He had taken time out of his busy schedule today to personally visit, not to pay a friendly call, but to take a strong stance and take over the company that had bound his son with a management contract.

However, upon meeting, Chris Owen felt that things might not be as simple as he had expected.

Somehow, Harrison Clark seemed to have a myriad of experience and education from a young age, exuding subtlety and presence in every movement.

He didn’t seem tense or restrained because of Chris Owen’s status.

He appeared relaxed yet polite.

Such demeanor was uncommon for someone in their early twenties.

On the sandalwood table in front of them, a kettle bubbled, and white mist rolled out of the spout.

Harrison picked up the teapot with one hand and moved it to the side, waiting for the water temperature to drop slightly and stop boiling before personally brewing the tea.

In the present day, apart from training and learning, Harrison had few hobbies, and drinking tea was one of them.

Now, his tea-brewing skills had become quite proficient.

Whether it was controlling the water temperature, the angle and amount of water during brewing, or the technique in lifting and pouring the teapot, and the rhythm of the water splashing, it all provided a sense of beauty.

Harrison wasn’t deliberately showing off his skills; he had just become good at it due to his Gene awakening and practice, making everything he did seem natural and full of charm.

Unexpectedly, his mastery of tea had left a strong impression on Chris Owen.

Chris Owen was also a seasoned tea connoisseur.

“Mr. Clark has deep family learning, not only in music creation but also in the art of tea. If I had known Mr. Clark had such skill, I would have brought the best tea from home for us to enjoy together,” Chris Owen lamented. “How wonderful it would be to enjoy good tea and discuss good business together.”

Harrison was taken aback and shook his head, “Mr. Owen, you flatter me. I just like drinking tea and messing around with it. I can’t claim deep family learning; it’s all self-taught.”

What Harrison really wanted to say was, please go back and check your collection properly; your best tea was brought to our company by your son a few days ago!

“You’re young yet accomplished, and humble and low-key. Mr. Clark, you’re very different from the rumors that circulate about young people outside,” Chris Owen praised again.

Harrison replied, “It depends on the person. Mr. Owen and Eric Mitchell have been very helpful in resolving my previous disputes, and I’m naturally grateful.”

Calling him ‘Mr. Owen’ was a challenge for Harrison.

He usually called Ward Owen ‘Ward’ or by his first name..