Zhang Xiaomeng tried to calm himself down, nervously swallowed, put his hands behind his back, and tugged at his clothes to make sure everything was right before walking to Zhao Xiaoyue's side and becoming her invisible bodyguard.
Actually, having a bodyguard isn't absolutely necessary.
The three stood in the elevator, Zhao Xiaoyue looking straight ahead.
Secretary Zheng kept his eyes straight ahead.
Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes drifted, drifted, drifted!
Mr. Zhao was about to roll his eyes. Look at him, looking so openly, like he's about to sneak around and scout out a spot. Even Secretary Zheng was getting impatient.
After finally reaching the top floor, Zhao Xiaoyue went out first, and Secretary Zheng opened the folder and talked about today's schedule.
There are two large meetings and one small meeting to attend. I'll be meeting with an investor in the afternoon, and there's a dinner party in the evening.
The itinerary was packed.
Sigh, what a fateful working class!
Secretary Zheng opened the office door for Zhao Xiaoyue, letting Zhao go in first, and then followed. Zhang Xiaomeng slipped in just as the door was about to close.
Seeing that General Manager Zhao hadn't spoken, Secretary Zheng didn't say anything more.
Mr. Zhao sat, his secretary stood, and Zhang Xiaomeng acted as Mr. Zhao's bodyguard.
By the way, what dangers are there in the CEO's office?
What dangers could there be in the CEO's office?
They don't seem to care much about her being in charge normally!
It's clear they're taking this seriously.
"Who supplies the drinks? When can we meet them?"
Secretary Zheng quickly reviewed the schedule in her mind, "Tomorrow."
Zhao Xiaoyue twirled her fingers and said, "Tomorrow won't work, the day after tomorrow or maybe later."
Secretary Zheng replied very respectfully, "Okay."
Mr. Zhao's outfit has remained largely unchanged for millennia: a bun hairstyle, a small t-shirt, loose blue jeans, and black sneakers—that's all.
On the way to the conference room, Zhang Xiaomeng and Secretary Zheng followed behind Zhao Xiaoyue, one on each side.
The number of people in the conference room has grown to more than twenty. There's a classic line that goes, "Wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue; wherever there is intrigue, there is a struggle for interests."
"Old Joe, it's been half an hour, why hasn't CEO Man arrived yet?"
A middle-aged man leaned back leisurely in his chair. "What's the rush? Anyway, there's a big meeting today."
A few minutes later, the meeting room was bustling with people. The twenty-odd people were chattering away like two hundred ducks.
The man called Old Joe was just leisurely drinking tea. He was one of the initial investors in this company and later became a shareholder.
Despite holding a small number of shares, he is also one of the company's directors.
The impatient one is named Wu Da.
In reality, they rose to power through various means, but these are minor matters compared to the scale of a comic convention.
That's how the workplace is: the capable prevail, and the law of the jungle prevails—it's never a joke.
If you have the ability to eliminate the other person, you can take their place, provided that you perform better than them.
In terms of market sales, Wu Da is undoubtedly the most outstanding.
So even though Wu Da made things very difficult for the people who originally held this position, they didn't participate much in the comic conventions.
In the business world, all he cares about is ability; he doesn't care about anything else.
This is the key to how comic conventions can control the entire company.
If there's anything that can't be resolved, isn't that what General Manager Zhao did?
While everyone was having a lively discussion, Secretary Zheng pushed open the door to the huge conference room, and Zhao Xiaoyue walked in without a care in the world.
Secretary Zheng is definitely going to get in; how could Zhang Xiaomeng let such a good opportunity slip by?
He was certain that the captain wouldn't speak ill of him in front of outsiders, so he followed him inside.
The meeting room suddenly fell silent, as if a pin had been dropped.
Everyone had different expressions. Why did President Zhao come?
Mr. Man didn't notify Mr. Zhao to come?
Normally, when entering a conference room at a comic convention, everyone will stand up to greet you.
Zhao Xiaoyue has appeared in the conference room three times in total, including this time. So who would take a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl seriously?
In the meticulously designed space, Secretary Zheng said, "President Man is away on business, and President Zhao will handle company affairs for the next few days."
Then he retreated behind Zhao Xiaoyue.
Old Qiao always had a smiling face. He was a middle-aged man who wore a suit and looked overweight, with a slicked-back hairstyle. He always treated Zhao Xiaoyue like his granddaughter.
"Xiaoyue, why didn't you go out to play during your holiday? Mr. Man isn't here, I think we should wait until he comes back before starting!"
At this point, someone chimed in, "Yes, today is a major conference. We can't afford to be careless with the Lanwan project. We've invested half of the company's funds in it, so we can't let it go to waste!"
Someone else added, "The hotel locations in Tongcheng and City A are all finalized, but it's stuck with the local industry and commerce departments. These decisions all need to be made by President Man."
Yes, there are still many things that Mr. Man needs to finalize.
Yes, yes, yes!
There were many discordant sounds underground, which annoyed Zhao Xiaoyue.
"Xiaoyue, Uncle Qiao's back has been a bit sore lately, so I'll head back now. You can play with them for a while."
As he spoke, he got up and tidied up the files beside him, clicking his tongue in lament, "Oh dear, getting old just makes me useless!"
Before I could finish my exclamation, there was a "whoosh" sound, and only a pen remained stuck in the table in front of me.
The ink penetrated deep into the wood, and the pen was still trembling slightly.
Secretary Zheng hadn't even withdrawn the pen from his hand when his gaze followed the sound of the pen being drawn and landed on the spot where Old Qiao had inserted the pen.
A mahogany table ten centimeters thick, and his pen was made of plastic!
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