Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Searching the Internet found nothing, and the next day when she passed the front desk at work, she asked Xia Tian gossipingly, "Is the boss easy to get along with?"

Xia Tian was arranging the folders on the desktop, and was stunned when she heard her words, "I... I don't know, the president walks up and down every day, and never talks to me."

Gu Wanwan's eyes widened in disbelief, "How long have you been on the 36th floor in summer?"

Xia Tian stood up the folders and paused to make them flush, "It's almost a year. Amanda came later than me, but I heard that she is the assistant to the president who stayed the longest. Those two or three days before He was replaced by the president."

"Actually, I don't have anything to do here. Except for us on the 36th floor, only members of the board of directors have permission to come up." Suddenly she approached Wanwan like a little girl and lowered her voice, "Tell you, in fact, I do the most. If you see a director coming up, call Amanda as soon as possible, so that the president can avoid people he doesn't want to see."

"Huh? How many times has he avoided it?"

"Not many." Xia Tian readily denied, "Very few people are willing to go to the 36th floor."

"Hehe." Gu Wanwan smirked, and floated in with black lines all over his head to squeeze vegetable and fruit juices.

In the tea room, there are washed apples, fragrant pears, grapes, cherries, cherry tomatoes, brightly colored oranges, lemons, mangoes, dragon fruits and several vegetables that have been cut into plates.There are condiments such as honey and mint leaves on the side.

She picked a few at random and put them in the juicer.Because it was the first time she made it, she specially added more, and the beaten vegetable juice was about three cups.

Returning to the hall with a glass half full, she happened to see the door of the conference room being closed.

She looked at Amanda questioningly.

"Send it in." Amanda said to her without raising her head as she tilted her head to hold the phone, her hands were jumping quickly on the keyboard.

She took a deep breath, pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in quietly.

The decoration of the meeting room and the president's office are in the same style. The oak wood is painted in a high-end gold color, and the floor is covered with solid-color carpets.The oval conference table has a large area, and it is full of directors in suits.

It appears to be a board meeting.

The president was sitting at the other end of the table away from the door, playing with a signature pen in his hands, and a thick stack of documents in front of him.

Gu Wanwan walked in without squinting, and found that the conference room was a bit strange. There was no projector or screen for displaying ppts, but a small crystal blackboard placed beside the president. At the end, I wrote a few lines of black characters.

"President." She put the vegetable juice on the table to his left and called softly.

He didn't even look at it, "Dump."

Wanwan was stunned.

He ignored her, turned around and drew a horizontal line heavily on a certain line on the glass plate, "garbage."

With a "snap", a bound document fell to the ground.

The face of the director who was sitting and talking changed immediately, and the other people did not make eye contact, they all pursed their lips and lowered their heads to flip through the documents in front of them.

"Cough," another director next to the director coughed awkwardly and said with a forced smile, "The promotional film for the French theater chain has been prepared, and the person in charge sent over eight films for the headquarters to choose... "

"Wow", the man sitting next to Gu Wanwan casually flipped through the documents on the table, the sound of the paper opening reminded her, she quickly bent down and picked up the glass of fragrant and clear vegetable juice.

In response to her soft closing of the door, there was another sound of something being thrown on the ground.