250 Raids: There's a girl next door

"Detain them first, and don't let any of them go." The man's eyes were burning with anger, and the veins in his hand holding the phone were bulging.

It made the assistant standing opposite him shudder.

"I'll be there in the afternoon, you have to stabilize me before that."

With a 'snap', he threw the phone on the table, but did not put it back on the landline.

The assistant cautiously reached out and put the phone back on the landline.

Watching the boss's face nervously, he was very timid, and he might be scolded if he didn't do it.

Just now the boss said that he will arrive in the afternoon, so I don't know whether to book a ticket.

"President...President, do you want to book a plane ticket?"

There was an incident of cutting corners in the project in City C. Remote control never happened in the hands of the old president and the old president. Now it happened to the president. No wonder he was so angry.

He can feel and understand.

He clapped his hands heavily on the table, stood up against the table, looked up and gave the assistant a look, "Prepare the special plane, let's go now."

Pulling the tie hanging on his chest, he took a heavy breath and strode out of the office.

I really didn't expect that he would cut corners and materials so vulgarly in a long distance, and I don't know what kind of anger Lao Cheng should be.

The assistant followed behind him with a mobile phone and contacted the private jet under Yuan Yuan's name. <. "<Staring in surprise, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

<With a strange tone, he tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows in displeasure, "What's the matter?" <Swallowed, blinked, and under 30 years old, he was considered immature in front of Cheng Yuke.

"President, just now the front desk called to say that a group of reporters blocked the door, saying that they came to find out about the situation of cutting corners in the municipal building of C City."

After speaking, he stared at Cheng Changke worriedly.

Reporters are blocked at the door, this is what the president hates the most. At this juncture, what are these reporters doing to join in the fun? If you want to know the situation, go directly to City C to follow up.

Things are passing so fast?Cheng Yanke frowned, doubts flashed in her black eyes, <followed in, and pressed a layer. <After contacting the plane, he hurried ahead of Cheng Chengke.

Sure enough, a large number of reporters stood outside the resplendent revolving door.

"President." The receptionist and the security guard saw Cheng Yanke coming out of the elevator, and they flocked to him to escort him.

The reporters saw that Cheng Changke was about to squeeze into the building like a bee pupa, but was blocked by the security guards.

"Mr. Cheng, how are you going to deal with the jerry-building of the municipal building in City C?"

"This is the first time that such a thing has happened to Remote since its establishment. Is it because you, Mr. Cheng, have a management problem?"

"Yes."

When a group of reporters ask questions together, they always crackle one after another.

Cheng Changke stopped in the crowd, his handsome face was as expressionless as ever, and he glanced coldly at the few reporters who asked him.

"Now I haven't figured out the inside story of the matter myself. When I have a better understanding, we will make it public remotely."

Although he spoke coldly, there was no emotion in his words.

Journalists were not kept away thousands of miles away as before.