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Chapter 83 An imperial man!

Song Wanwan kept looking outside the meeting room. She really wanted to know what method Rong Luchi was talking about.

But as a small designer, I can't just go into the meeting room.

After taking several sneak peeks, Song Wanwan saw Mu Sen coming out of the conference room and heading towards the lounge next door.

She immediately stood up and strode towards the lounge.

"Assistant Mu Sen, do you need coffee delivered? I can help you." Song Wanwan pushed open the door, walked to Mu Sen, and smiled gently.

"The atmosphere inside is a bit solemn. If Designer Song doesn't mind, could you help me bring a cup of coffee to the boss?"

"Okay, okay." Song Wanwan responded readily.

"The boss is quite picky and must use freshly ground coffee beans to brew coffee."

"I know this."

"It's okay, I'll grind the coffee beans. I'm strong enough."

"Okay." Song Wanwan stood aside and watched.

Song Wanwan glanced at Mu Sen and casually asked him, "Why is the atmosphere in there a bit serious? Is it because of which project?"

"The boss wants to collaborate with his teacher, but the shareholders think it would damage their reputation and are somewhat opposed."

"Oh~~ Is it because of Professor Chen's cooperation with the Lu Group? It's indeed a bit inappropriate for the Rong Group to cooperate with him at this time."

Lu Yiming will definitely make a big fuss about it, and who knows, he might be able to ride on the popularity of the game.

What is Rong Luchi thinking?

Song Wanwan couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Okay." Mu Sen's words interrupted Song Wanwan's thoughts.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"It's my duty." Mu Sen said modestly.

Song Wanwan immediately walked out of the lounge with the cup of black coffee and headed towards the meeting room.

She knocked twice on the conference room door.

Then he pushed the door open and walked in.

"Mr. Rong, your coffee." Song Wanwan took the initiative to state his purpose when he pushed the door open.

The man's cold and majestic voice like an emperor stopped, and he glanced sideways at Song Wanwan who walked in with coffee.

Because it was still summer, she was wearing an ankle-length skirt and a short-sleeved shirt. The moment the door opened, goose bumps instantly appeared on her exposed skin.

Song Wanwan glanced around and then looked at the man on the big chair.

I can understand what Mu Sen just said about the serious atmosphere.

No, this is not severe, this is simply suffocating!

The group of bigwigs at the conference table all looked embarrassed, and the emperor-like man in the main seat had an even more powerful aura.

The situation is unpredictable!

These four words were the only ones in Song Wanwan's mind.

Even though she had experienced many storms and waves, this kind of high-ranking meeting scene was the first time she had seen it.

After putting down the coffee, Song Wanwan didn't dare to look around and politely retreated.

She looks exactly like a little assistant.

Rong Luchi looked at her straight back, but her steps betrayed her.

Rong Luchi glanced at the iced coffee beside him.

I picked it up and took a sip, and my mood inexplicably eased a little.

Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, he pursed his lips and said coldly: "Continue."

Those two words were so majestic and powerful that even though Song Wanwan had already closed the door of the conference room, his heart still skipped a beat when he heard them.

So this is what it looks like when he works hard.

Serious and awe-inspiring.

That aura was like ice for a thousand miles.

"Huh..." Song Wanwan took a deep breath.

She hurriedly took the small tray back to the lounge, and only after closing the door did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Mu Sen was drinking water. Seeing her close the door so quickly, he couldn't help but joke, "I'm right, the atmosphere is very serious."

"You can still laugh. How did you manage to work beside him for so many years and still have such a healthy heart?"

Song Wanwan put the tray on the sink and poured himself a glass of warm water, which he drank in one gulp.

I still felt a little scared when I put down the cup.

The atmosphere just now was so intense that it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was enough to make people want to eat people, right?

"Boss has only been back in China for half a year, and these old-timers were all capable assistants to Boss's father. How could they, the elders, be so convinced?"

“Is every meeting like this?”

"Not entirely. It's only when there are differences of opinion. If there's any benefit, it's still very harmonious."

"My God, your boss has it tough too."

Song Wanwan said truthfully.

The resentful looks in those old guys' eyes just now were as if they wanted to tear people to pieces.

Fortunately, Rong Luchi has a stronger aura and can intimidate him.

But think about it, internal and external troubles really test the leader's skills and abilities.

"Don't worry, there's no one in this world who can embarrass the boss except you, Designer Song. He's not the type to be emotional or indecisive."

"Yeah." Song Wanwan nodded, but immediately realized something was wrong: "What do you mean no one can embarrass him except me? What's wrong with me?"

Mu Sen looked at Song Wanwan's intense reaction, immediately clenched his fist, pressed it to his lips and coughed, "I made a slip of the tongue."

After Mu Sen finished speaking, he continued to smile.

Song Wanwan always felt that he was hiding something.

"I'm going to be busy now. I won't bother you anymore."

"good."

Song Wanwan washed the cup and put it away, opened the door of the lounge and returned to his work station.

Passing by the tightly closed conference room, the sound insulation was very good, but the bone-chilling atmosphere could still be felt even with the door closed.

Song Wanwan rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and quickly walked back to his work station. He would ask him after the meeting.

I waited until I got off work at noon.

Rong Lu didn't wait for a long time, but Sunny called him actively.

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