Out of control and sinking

Chapter 20 Do You Think I, Bo Ye, Can Do It?
The conference room of Bo Group at that time.

The veterans of the company and the white-collar workers from all departments sat in front of the table in suits and leather shoes, full of momentum, but the conference room was dead silent, and the atmosphere was strangely frozen.

Looking at the entire conference table, one of them is a graduate of a well-known international prestigious university and a top-notch elite in the industry.

At this moment, she was so scolded by Bo Ye that she didn't even dare to take a breath.

All lowered their heads and remained silent.

Chen Nan stood behind him, silently swallowing his saliva, looking at the man's face, it was extremely ugly.

Bo Ye rested his hands on the conference table, clasped his fingertips lightly, glanced sharply past everyone, and suddenly gave a cold sneer.

"Why don't you talk anymore?"

"Dumb?"

"Aren't you able to talk just now?"

"..."

Everyone lowered their heads.

Bo Ye's tone was slow and orderly, but he was pressing every step of the way like Ling Chi's prey, and his eyes were full of coldness: "The market is not good, the location is not good, I will definitely pay... This is the project plan you gave me? Can you all become prophets now?"

Bo Ye picked up the document in front of him and smashed it hard.

"Do you want me, Bo Ye, to build a temple and make offerings to you like a Bodhisattva?"

Everyone was shocked.

His shoulders trembled.

I dare not speak anymore.

Obviously, Bo Ye was furious this time.

Bo Ye snorted coldly, with undisguised anger.

"Have you investigated the Jinling Street project?"

No one said a word.

"You didn't even do any research, and you just opened your mouth. How dare you say that you are a white-collar worker of Bo's? A graduate from a prestigious university?" Bo Ye sneered, "It's a shame."

Being scolded, some people couldn't help it.

"Mr. Bo, it's not that we don't agree with your idea. The Jinling Street project is indeed too unpopular, and the location is too remote. The whole capital knows about it. Even if we bid to win this land, what if..."

"It's nothing in case." Bo Ye interrupted coldly.

Bo Ye stood up, his slender figure was imposing, his black eyes were cold: "I, Bo Ye, took over the company when I was 17. Have you ever caused the company any losses in all these years?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"No."

"No."

"That's not true."

I have to admit that Bo Ye is indeed a genius in the business world, with extraordinary talent.

When Chairman Bo proposed to let him take over the position of president, everyone in the company objected.

But later, she was not convinced by Bo Ye's ability.

Not to mention that the current Bo family is already ten times that of that year.

This is all thanks to Bo Ye's leadership.

The old white-collar and old directors present couldn't help sighing when they recalled what happened ten years ago.

Back then, Bo Ye looked immature but was extraordinarily calm and mature, not inferior to the old chairman at all.

No wonder the old chairman did not hesitate to make a big change in order to let Bo Ye succeed him.

Because he does have this ability.

"Can you use your brain?"

"You think I, Bo Ye, can do business that loses money?" The man sneered.

After saying this, everyone's thoughts suddenly became alive.

The director of the project department stood up and bowed his head: "Mr. Bo, please give me some more time. This time, I will definitely make the best project plan for Jinling Street for you."

The operation department followed suit: "Mr. Bo, give us some time..."

"President Bo, we..."

"Boss,..."

It's like stabbing a hornet's nest.

In the remaining departments of the company, shareholders have stood up to guarantee.

The scene was once spectacular.

Opposing with everyone before, it seems like a new batch of people.

Looking at Chen Nan's heart was surging.

Boss Bo is Boss Boss, and he directly handles them with a few words.

To put it bluntly, it is a curse.

It's not enough to speak well, and your memory will grow after you scold me.

The meeting was extended for more than an hour.

When Bo Ye came out, it was almost nine o'clock.

Walking into the elevator, listening to Chen Nan's report on tomorrow's arrangements, Bo Ye turned on his phone.

He has the habit of mute in meetings.

Normally, no one would contact him, and he would directly contact Chen Nan for work and non-work matters.

Suddenly, the man's dark eyes paused slightly.

(End of this chapter)