Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

After a pause, there was still no one to speak. Even Song Yi just sat quietly in the same place, without the slightest intention to express his opinions, but his eyes were still very unfriendly.

Even if he didn't look back, Gu Beihua could clearly feel that he was uncomfortable facing Song Yi's part of his body, as if he had been stabbed with a few needles.

Gu Beihua coughed softly and said, "since you have nothing to say, I will say something by this."

He swallowed his mouth and was about to speak. At this moment, Song Yi suddenly stood up and made a "Hula" sound with the chair behind him.

His thick voice said, "wait a minute."

Gu Beihua frowned and didn't even raise his eyelids. "Director Song, when I asked you to express your opinions, why didn't you say a word?"

Song Yi said with a straight face, "you can't manage this."

Hearing this, Gu Beihua's face changed, and several tiny veins burst out of his forehead.

He pauses for a moment, shakes his shoulder and sneers, "then please ask Director Song to say a few words, and I also want to hear about it. What's the big deal that you are doing today to instigate such a big show?"

He was deliberately ironic between the lines, saying everything with a gun and a stick.

But Song Yi is not guilty. He is not half timid and stares at Gu Beihua.

He also lightly laughed for a while, the corner of the eye remaining tip quickly passes a burst of faint light.

A moment later, Song Yi said coldly, "please sit down first, general manager Gu."

For a long time, Gu Beihua had never heard anyone call him like this again. He was a little surprised for a moment.

This was like a half true and half false politeness. After that, he didn't see Gu Beihua's reaction again, and no matter whether he really sat down or not, he opened his own voice.

After clearing his throat and gaining momentum, he said solemnly, "as you all know, since the establishment of our company, there has been only one general manager, and the position of deputy general manager has been vacant."

He gave Gu Beihua a silent glance with profound meaning.

Gu Beihua frowned quickly. Although he didn't know what he wanted to say, he obviously smelled a bad smell of smoke.

He was a little impatient. He just sat down and shook his body. He was about to stand up.

Song Yi glanced at him coldly and raised his tone several degrees. "General manager Gu, I believe you know that. Why, do you have any objection?"

Gu Beihua clenched his teeth and was about to speak, but his tongue suddenly ended.

He sensed later that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him - everyone else in this room, except him, showed an extraordinary calmness.

No one spoke, no one showed any strange face, no one even whispered.

All of them sat quietly in their original places, dressed in suits and shoes, with solemn faces, like statues without five senses and feelings.

Gu Beihua almost instantly realized that something was wrong.

The smell of gunpowder in the meeting room was clear and strong. He didn't believe that no one could feel it.

Those who can sit in this position are not simple minded people. How can they not even have this insight?

Thinking of this, a certain idea flashed in his mind. The next second, all his thoughts poured into a light spot and turned into a beam of hot light that could burn steel into steam.

For the first time, Gu Beihua felt an unspeakable huge pressure, just like being strangled by a hand that stretched out for no reason.

Song Yi pulls his lips coldly, and his face suddenly becomes very contemptuous.

Gu Beihua heard his voice and said, "today I mainly want to make a suggestion. The selection of deputy general manager should be put on the agenda."

Gu Beihua suddenly widened his eyes, and the veins on the back of his hand suddenly burst up, winding into a mountain under the skin.

He clenched his fist, forced to suppress his anger, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth, "Director Song, you..."