The little star who endured humiliation said, "The weather is getting cold..."
Today I discussed cooperation with executives from several companies.
The CEOs of these companies are really average and can't even speak clearly. If I had such people under me, they would have been fired and sent home to eat boxed lunches. Unfortunately, they are not my subordinates, and I have no plans to acquire these two companies. I can only endure their stupidity and listen to their reports.
Fortunately, they were finally convinced by my domineering spirit and saw my impatience, so the lecture came to a quick end.
I picked up the coffee and took only a sip when there was another knock on the door.
The person at the door was the CEO of one of the companies mentioned earlier.
This guy looked shifty and didn't seem to have much presence. The reason why I remembered him was, on the one hand, because I had a photographic memory, and on the other hand, because his report was so bad that even if I had to choose the shortest among the shorties, he would be the most frustrated one.
I can't imagine how he got to this position.
There was another person following behind him. This person was good-looking, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes. He was not worse than some of the young stars in the entertainment industry - of course, still far inferior to me - especially when he was compared with the shifty-looking CEO, the young man looked particularly beautiful, and his 80% good looks were enhanced to 100%.
The short CEO rubbed his hands together and said, "I should have brought some gifts when I came to your house this time. After thinking it over, I felt that the one I gave you before was too small, so I will give you another gift."
He turned sideways, completely revealing the young man behind him. Although he was well covered, my sharp eyes could still see humiliation and unwillingness on the young man's face.
After the short CEO poked him in what he thought was a covert move, his clenched fists were shaking, but he still lowered his head, "...Hello."
Okay, now I know why the short CEO was able to sit on the CEO’s seat. It turns out that he relied on the beauty trap.
There have been many people who have given gifts to me over the years, but this short president's gift-giving skills are still the worst among all the gift-givers.
I haven't encountered such a clumsy way of sending something for a long time.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, he probably misunderstood what I meant, so he chuckled and scurried away like a rat, saying as he laughed, "Then I won't disturb the president's interest."
As he said that, he closed the door, leaving me and the young man alone in my 1,000-square-meter office.
I have to say, he runs pretty fast.
The young man bit his lower lip and looked a little embarrassed, but still walked towards me.
He half-knelt down.
His action reminded me of the secretary who had wrinkled my newly tailored suit pants into a wrinkled pickle shape. I lifted my legs to avoid his touch, and his expression became more and more embarrassed.
"I'm not interested in you, go back."
The young man raised his head suddenly, a trace of panic in his eyes, "No... please..."
Seeing that he was probably not doing this voluntarily, I waved my hand and said, "Go ahead. I won't care about this if I cooperate with you. The cooperation will proceed as usual."
But the young man didn't leave. Instead, he crawled to my knees and said, "I'm sorry, but if I can't stay with you..."
"They tricked me into signing the contract because I was young. This time they threatened me that if I couldn't stay with you, I would be put on ice by the company. After being put on ice, I would not be able to achieve the annual revenue for the company and would have to pay a penalty of 20 million. My mother is seriously ill and my brother is still in school. I really can't afford the money. Please let me stay with you as an assistant. Just don't chase me away."
I looked at him strangely.
He doesn't think that anyone can be my assistant, does he?
It’s so strange, why are there so many people with miserable life stories and no common sense around me recently?
Is this another espionage plan thought up by some company?
But what kind of company is this that couldn't even do the most basic information investigation? I've been the president of the company since I was 5 years old. When have I ever been involved in any gossip?
I looked at the young man with mist in his eyes and frowned as I asked, "From what you said, the contract between your company and you is probably invalid. Have you ever considered hiring a lawyer to look at the contract?"
There was a dull expression on the young man's beautiful face.
I rang the call bell and mercifully lent him the company's legal team and sent out a detective team.
Based on my intuition, since this company is accustomed to using illegal means to gain benefits and has a president with extremely poor negotiation skills, there is a high probability that there is fraud in the cooperation matters.
I hate this kind of behavior of trying to find shortcuts in work.
With the joint efforts of Team One of the lawyers and Team One of the detectives, less than half a month later, I heard the news that the company had gone bankrupt.
At that time, I was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of my office on the 28th floor, shaking a glass of red wine in my hand, with an evil and crazy smile on my face.
"The weather is cold, it's time to let Wang go bankrupt."
I guess that young man is also happy that he doesn't have to be oppressed by the company.
Today is another pleasant day.
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