Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 192
Yin Mang smiled, and without hesitation pushed out the cannon fodder Ying Er Shao to block the gun: "It's Yingqi!"

Ying Muzhi's Yuanshan eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura permeated his whole body.

"Go if you want."

Ying Muzhi threw out these words coldly, and hung up the phone with a snap.

Ru Dian's indifferent eyes swished towards Zhao Fan, and his aura suddenly turned fierce.

"continue."

Zhao Fan was so frightened that his back went cold: "Okay, okay..."

He clicked on the PPT on the next page.

But the words of the president still echoed in his mind.

Dinner... dinner?
"Boss Ying, are you going to have dinner with the beauty?"

In the entire conference room, everyone was instantly... quiet as a chicken.

Turning his head dully, he looked at Zhao Fan.

In the eyes, the same message was clearly conveyed!
Zhao Fan, are you crazy or crazy?
Crazy yourself, don't take us with you!
I won't take you to play with me after get off work!
Executive A wanted to cry without tears, and silently removed the chair under his buttocks, trying to keep himself farther away from Zhao Fan: Unexpectedly, Lao Zhao is such an old Zhao!

Executive B: Lao Zhao will give you a quack!You are finished, can you give me the project? !

Executive C: Director Zhao...has dementia?
The voice fell back into Zhao Fan's ears.

He was completely stunned.

That elite fan's face was filled with confusion.

who am I?
Where am i?

what am i doing?
After three seconds.

Zhao Fan's entire face turned bitter-melon.

I am Zhao Fan.

I am standing in front of the big boss, President Ying.

Aggressive... to die!
"Director Zhao," Ying Muzhi's eyes paled to almost colorless, as if he didn't hear Zhao Fan's words at all.

Taking the controller at hand, Ying Muzhi quickly turned over the entire PPT.

Finally, a light smile formed on the corners of his lips.

"Is this your quarterly report?"

The man's slender arms rested on the backs of the chairs on both sides behind him, his right leg was slightly bent, and his left knee was pressed down.

The posture is extremely cold and domineering, but also has a wild aura that crushes everything.

"Nothing to say! Full of loopholes! A piece of rubbish!"

Ying Muzhi was as cold as ice, his voice seemed to be icy cold, three points colder than his eyes.

The executives sitting around the conference table suddenly tensed up.

It wasn't them that the CEO scolded, each of them still felt their scalps go numb, and their bodies tensed up.

Afraid of hitting the muzzle himself.

"I paid you to stand here, not to talk to me about messy expectation-setting plans! All I want are results!"

"You are the sales director, not a planner!"

Zhao Fan was dripping with sweat, and beads of sweat dripped down his face.

Bending over hastily, trying to explain.

Ying Muzhi sneered, got up and left the conference room.

"I'll give you all another chance. Three days later, if there is such a failed thing, dare to bring it to my eyes! You will just pack up!"

"Yes."

The executives were silent and responded quickly.

Bai Er pushed open the glass door, followed Ying Muzhi's footsteps and left the conference room.

Bai Yi still stood where he was, with a look of dumbfounding on his extremely young baby's face.

"Mr. Zhao, what are you doing?"

Zhao Fan...

Me, I don't know either!

It's beyond my control for him to commit suicide!

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Yin house.

Yin Mang happily finished making a series of phone calls.

The right hand was lazily raised.

"Whoosh!"

In the fruit plate, a big red apple flew up automatically, spun twice in mid-air, and after throwing off the peel, it flew into Yin Mang's hand obediently.

(End of this chapter)