Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

"What else is there to analyze?" Song Yi stares at him fiercely, and every word is full of gunpowder. "Why does the stock price fall like this? You should not know better than anyone in your heart?"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, all the people present could not help whispering.

Gu Beihua face unchanged, "sorry, I'm not very clear."

Song Yi was annoyed by his lukewarm attitude, so he stood up and roared, "Gu Beihua! You'd better give me a good talk and explain clearly by the way, what's the relationship between you and that little actor! "

All the remaining directors on the scene were silent, looking at the two men who were at a crossfire in front of them, waiting to hear the truth.

Gu Beihua turned his head slightly, his face was calm, "I don't know what director Song said, what little actor, I can't quite understand."

"Gu, what are you doing with me?" Song Yi, with a sharp jump in his forehead, raised his hand and slapped it on the conference table.

The little secretary was stunned by the scene. She didn't know how the good board of directors had become like this at the beginning. She coughed and tried to squeeze out a smile. "Director Song, don't be angry. You have something to say."

Song Yi gives her a hard look, widens his eyes and yells, "you can't talk here! Your master hasn't said a word yet, and a dog deserves to bark in front of me? "

"Director Song." Gu Beihua promptly interrupted him and stopped him from blurting out his next abuse, "this is the conference room. Please pay attention to your words and behavior."

"Don't talk about these foreign garlic!" Song Yi's face flushed with anger, "your little things on the Internet and magazines are flying all over the world. You're still loading here! Today, you must tell me clearly what is your relationship with those little actors! "

Gu Beihua slowly stood up, gracefully straightened the hem of his shirt, and said with a warm smile, "it doesn't matter. It's just public opinion on the Internet. It's just that those unscrupulous media want to take advantage of it. How can Director Song not understand this?"

Song Yi's face suddenly turned black.

Is he beating around the Bush to belittle his poor understanding?

Thinking of this, Song Yi clenched his teeth, secretly scolded him, then turned around and made a gesture to go to Gu Beihua.

Gu Beihua looked at him very calmly, with no fear on his face. He even took the initiative to plug the chair under the conference table. His words and deeds were inconsistent and he said, "Director Song, I'm reminding you that this is the conference room."

Song Yi yells "less nonsense" angrily, and hits Gu Beihua's face with his fist.

Gu Beihua was still not surprised. He turned around very easily and avoided without much effort.

Song Yi's fist fell into the air, and an incredible look of shame and indignation suddenly floated on his face. He bit his teeth hard and turned around. When he was about to hit again, his body was quickly set up by two bodyguards.

Song Yi was surprised, and his face suddenly changed, "Gu Beihua! What do you want to do? Tell your people to put me down! "

At this time, people could see clearly that in a corner of the conference room, some burly men in black, all wearing sunglasses, could not see what their facial features looked like.

Gu Beihua put his hands into his pocket with a relaxed face and said innocently and calmly, "I? I didn't want to do anything. Please don't panic. I just took a few people with me to protect me. I was in a hurry just now. I forgot to ask them to wait for me. I didn't expect that there was an accident. You can rest assured that they will not act rashly and do no harm to you without me. Of course, the premise is that you don't have any other thoughts for me. "

All of you are in silence. You can hear the sound of breathing clearly.

Gu Beihua was very satisfied with their reaction, so he said with a faint smile, "very good, then --"