Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

The pain in his stomach came, clearly reminding him over and over again that if he did not destroy the enemy, he would be destroyed by the enemy.

Gu Beihua is an insatiable black hole. He has grown up from a young man to a big one, devouring countless individuals and teams. If he doesn't completely destroy Gu Beihua's plan this time, he will be engulfed in the next step and torn into dust and debris by the force of several times of gravitational acceleration. I'm afraid it will be himself and song dongrou.

Before going out, Gu Qingwei inadvertently glimpses a picture hanging on the wall, which seems to have been taken recently.

On the screen, Tan Jing is wearing a big red dress and a black coat hanging loosely on her shoulders, revealing large areas of her skin as white as snow. Around her, there were many flying swan feathers.

Her red lips are bright, but her eyebrows and eyes are indifferent. There is a crystal crown in her hair. Her eyes are decadent and sexy, like a real queen.

Somehow, Gu Qingwei always has a feeling that there are other colors behind the deep black in the picture. It's the bright blood that can burn the boundless earth, and it's the white bones that are buried in the depths of yellow sand.

A man's success is the end of all his bones. How many victims are there under the throne?

Gu Qingwei's eyes are in pain. He strode over, grabbed a vase for decoration from the shelf and smashed it“ With a click, the vase and the photo frame glass broke at the same time. The water in the bottle was scattered all over the picture. A fragment was just in the middle of the picture and stabbed in Tan Jing's eyes.

When Gu Beihua came into the meeting room, there was something noisy inside. A group of middle-aged men in suits and shoes sat together, and they were all red faced with arguments.

Gu Beihua hated this kind of noise most. He frowned immediately. Holding the document, he quickly walked around everyone and sat down beside the chair of the conference table. The folder knocked on the table and made a dull sound, but it was enough for everyone to hear.

The noise suddenly died down and the whole conference room was silent.

Gu Beihua said lightly, "since you are all here, let's start."

At this time, a man sitting on his left side suddenly snorted heavily, "as the general manager, I'm so late for such a long time!" He roared with a strong voice. He didn't want to hide it at all.

Gu Beihua's forehead veins slightly jumped, and he looked along the source of the sound.

The man who spoke was a director of song's company. Gu Beihua had just started business at that time. Song dongrou's father was afraid that his son-in-law would suffer losses when he first arrived, so he waved his hand to several heavyweight directors. This is one of them, and Song Yi is a distant relative of song dongrou's family.

As soon as Gu Beihua saw him, he remembered what Gu Qingwei had just said in his office. He was immediately upset, but he couldn't show any bad mood. He could only suppress his anger back, as if he didn't hear it.

He motioned the Secretary standing aside to turn on the projector and calmly said to PPT, "according to the data obtained from the operation survey of the marketing department, when the first wave of stock price was released this morning, the stock price of our company suddenly fell, and fell again an hour later, reaching the lowest point of this quarter."

Song Yi snorted coldly and sarcastically, "we know these things earlier than you. You are responsible for all the troubles. You are called here to talk about the solution. What's the use of repeating the facts?"

Gu Beihua took a deep breath in silence and continued as calmly as possible, "the facts need to be analyzed."