I, Shen Bei’an, a rich second-generation heir whose surname is shared by many male protagonists in novels, transmigrated into a novel about a powerful boss after writing a 3,000-character critiqu...
Ziya Jingmo quickly scanned the area. "Qiao Yifan has always been in charge of these external matters." Although she didn't fully understand these companies with red dots, at first glance they seemed fine, but Ziya Jingmo knew that Gu Nanyan wouldn't single them out for no reason.
"Have him contact Zhaojun; I don't want this to happen again."
"yes."
I've contacted Meng Zhaojun. It's impossible for Qiao Yifan to be in charge again next time. As for where he'll be transferred, it's still uncertain.
“You don’t understand these things. Hire a manager, I’ll send Yan Chou over.”
"Yes." Ziya Jingmo really didn't understand these things. Qiao Yifan was her friend from the same year in the finance department, and the two often discussed things together. Qiao Yifan's abilities were indeed not bad, so he was directly recruited when the research institute was established. "It was my fault."
Gu Nanyan raised his eyes to look at her. "There's no right or wrong. Mistakes are normal, but I don't allow any mistakes in this kind of matter. These companies that shouldn't have come in will cause a lot of trouble. Just be more careful next time." His voice, as cold as frost and snow, seemed to carry a hint of tenderness.
Shen Beian sat to the side, having just found his wife terrifying. She hadn't been furious, and had only said a few words without any extreme actions, yet she still looked very scary.
It used to be so cold that people were afraid to get close, but now it's like a thunderstorm or blizzard has cleared up, a rainbow has appeared after the rain, and the fresh air is invigorating.
Zhong Liyifei, standing to the side, was even more surprised; the eldest son actually knew how to coax people.
Although Zhongli Yifei is the heir of the Zhongli family and has attended many banquets with Zhongli Yao, she is still no match for Gu Nanyan.
Zhongli Yifei kept her head down the whole time, not daring to speak or even breathe loudly.
Ziya Jingmo looked up and met Gu Nanyan's phoenix eyes, "Mm."
“Call them to a private room and explain the situation,” Gu Nanyan said while typing rapidly on his phone. “I’ll have Zhaojun come over to handle it, so you don’t need to worry too much.”
Ziya Jingmo knew that if she rashly let these companies leave, it would be very awkward, and some might even cause trouble. But she really didn't know how to resolve it.
Meng Zhaojun's arrival was undoubtedly the best arrangement.
“Alright, I’ll go first. You stay with Master Chen for now.” Zi Ya Jingmo instructed Zhong Li Yifei, who was standing next to him, “You should go and get ready too.”
Zhong Liyifei nodded repeatedly, "Okay." Finally, she could escape this crematorium.
Gu Nanyan walked to Shen Bei'an's side, and Shen Bei'an smiled at her, "You looked quite scary when you got angry just now."
In the real world, Shen Beian remembered that his older sister was terrifying when she got angry, but she was far from being as powerful as Gu Nanyan. Gu Nanyan was imposing without being angry, as if any pretense was meaningless in front of her.
Besides, how old is Gu Nanyan?
Are all fictional worlds this terrifying?
“I didn’t get angry.” Gu Nanyan smiled and ruffled Shen Bei’an’s hair. “I was just stating the facts.” It seemed that his previous coldness was just an act.
Shen Bei'an blinked, noticing that Gu Nan'an's rubbing of his hair felt quite comfortable, and subconsciously rubbed against him. "So what are you like when you get angry?"
Even after all that, you still got angry?
What does getting angry look like?
Honestly, he doesn't seem to remember what Gu Nanyan looks like when he's angry.
That was the only time I broke something, but it was fine very quickly.
Gu Nanyan didn't answer. "The bidding is about to start. We've reserved a private room. Let's go take a look." He took Shen Bei'an's hand.
Well, with him as a troublesome childhood friend, I guess he won't be too angry.