Rebirth of Xueba's sweet wife

Chapter 15 Preparations, the Wonderful Competition

Mr. Rong behaves in a completely different way when talking about business.

It can be said that words are like gold, and the words are concise: "The race schedule is three days. I will give you one hour to change the plan."

Dean Chen couldn't hide his astonished expression: Time is so tight?This is too unreasonable to play cards!
But he didn't dare to refute, just said: "No problem, change it immediately! Thank you sir for your tolerance..."

Mr. Rong's eyes inadvertently glanced at a figure in the corner. The snow-skinned woman was trying to reduce her sense of existence just like Xiao Hui, and she was about to shrink into the crack of the wall!
Unfortunately, the dazzling brilliance emanating from her body could not be concealed at all.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched: "Dean, but some people say that I am very mean."

The dean didn't know how to answer. After contacting him in the past two days, Mr. Rong is a bit difficult to deal with, but...

Who, who is so short-sighted?She even said that this expensive man is stingy! ! !
If you don't know this man's background and frightening history, you're just talking nonsense! !

Beware of being struck by lightning! ! !

But Bei Kehan ​​didn't pay attention to his words, and was still thinking silently, after finishing the competition in three days, could it be that he has something urgent to leave?That's right, this man and his followers are too dangerous, let's go quietly!
Just when Bei Kehan ​​was trying to lower her sense of presence and try to slip away quietly, the dean stopped her: "Don't go, come and help!"

In order to save time, the dean dictated and asked Bei Kehan ​​to type.

Bei Kehan ​​once again saw another side of Mr. Rong.

Apart from the gentleness and refinement that he pretends to be in front of others, and the stinginess that is revealed behind his back, he is still very tricky when it comes to doing serious things!It's hard! ! !

This man is like a moon with a complicated surface, and more like an unfathomable Mars!

First draft, not satisfied! ...

Second draft, not satisfied! ...

The third draft, not satisfied! ...

If she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe it. It was just an amateur-sponsored competition plan for the orphanage. He made the dean change it eight times and was not satisfied!

That's eight times! ! !Bei Kehan's typing fingers were almost broken!

She silently cursed this troublesome, picky, and difficult guy ten thousand times in her heart!

At the ninth time, the dean finally grasped the essence of someone's instructions, and made the following plan: delete the trials, semi-finals and all redundant events, and only keep the preliminary rounds and finals.

The dean eloquently said: "The preliminary competition is a competition of talents. The rule is that everyone writes about the same item they are good at, and then collects them and draws lots to decide the individual performance item. That is to say, you may catch someone else's good at..."

Bei Kehan ​​thinks that the person who came up with this idea is absolutely weird.It's concise and to the point, but what kind of fair game is this?It's a pity that she is only in charge of typing and has no right to question.

"...The final is a challenge competition. Everyone can choose who they want to challenge, but the person who initiates the challenge must compete in the way the challenged person decides..."

When Bei Kehan ​​typed this line on the computer, he felt that this was an even more bizarre fighter. Is it a competition or luck?
A man who likes this kind of strange rules is not really from Mars, is he? !
Mr. Rong finally signed the ninth revised version: "I hope to select generalists instead of mediocrities." Then he expressed his dissatisfaction: "Two hours have passed, Dean Chen."

The dean just breathed a sigh of relief and became nervous again, and couldn't stop apologizing.

Mr. Rong said lightly: "Then let's start the preparations. It's better to hit the sun than to choose a date. The preliminary competition in the afternoon."

The dean gasped, holding back his depression and protest.

But I dare not refuse, I can only answer: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I couldn't help beating a drum in my heart: Isn't this going to kill me? !
How can a plan be finalized in the morning and implemented in the afternoon?
(End of this chapter)