Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Gu Beihua gently raised his eyebrows and said goodbye to him, feeling very ironic.

How, finally can't settle down, intend to tear the skin?

Well, if that's OK, then there's no need for him to continue acting.

Thinking of this, Gu Beihua looked back contemptuously and said, "in the past, when my father-in-law was still there, I didn't see you so active. What's the matter today? What's the stimulation? How can everyone pretend to be a filial son and a virtuous grandson? It's too fast for you to change your face. It's a pity to be a director here instead of playing Sichuan Opera. "

As soon as his words fell to the ground, they hit the softest and most empty place in the hearts of all the people present.

For a moment, everyone's face had a subtle change.

Gu Beihua raised his hand and wiped it on his temples. His palms were dry without any sweat.

This gave him a little comfort. At least he didn't lose face in front of the livestock he once looked down upon.

His eyes suddenly became fierce, and his tone was gloomy and cold. He was a bit shocking. "I don't think it's necessary for our company to choose any deputy general manager now. It's been good for so many years, isn't it? What do you say? "

In Gu Beihua's dictionary, rebellion never means losing.

Even the most docile livestock always have hair problems. They need a fresh anesthetic and a leader who can lead them back to the circle.

As long as there are both, all problems will be solved. To put it bluntly, he didn't take the group of old men in suits and shoes and sitting upright seriously in front of him.

But it's just a group of mobs. They don't need to start a fire. They can start from the inside to the outside by themselves with a few fans.

Like many previous disputes, he tried his best to play the role of leader patiently. Just when he thought everything would come naturally, Song Yi killed him in the middle.

"Who said that? The company's performance has fluctuated a lot in recent years, which we all see in the eyes! And general manager Gu, don't forget that the worst one almost brought down the stock price of GM this quarter. It was you who caused the trouble! "

His words were like a big basin of cold water, which made the excited directors wake up in a moment, and the chatter sounded again, and the front of the conversation fell to song dongrou and Song Yi.

For a moment, Gu Bei Wharton's face went down quickly.

He subconsciously looked back at his back, and the position of his secretary was empty.

Gu Beihua was in a trance for a while, just recovered a little self-confidence, suddenly collapsed again.

In other words, is he alone in the conference room at this moment? Not even a chance to call a helper?

He suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at Song Yi.

Song Yi provocatively raised his chin, catering to the discussion behind him, "what does general manager Gu look at?"

Gu Beihua gritted his teeth, "Director Song, I want to ask why my secretary didn't come to the meeting room?"

Song Yi chuckled, and his words were full of undisguised contempt. "What general manager Gu said, don't you think it's funny? It's your secretary. She didn't attend the meeting minutes. Instead of asking yourself, you asked me, "what's the reason?"

With that, he straightened the collar of his shirt and added a taunt, "he who is close to Zhu is red, and he who is close to Mo is black. The Secretary of general manager Gu is very similar to you. He plays missing at the critical moment."