Seriously ill, handsome man, I covered it

Chapter 88
"That afternoon, Song Zhi's artist, Ning Jiao, took a temporary sick leave, which resulted in the group having to pay the Dior brand owner 300 million yuan in liquidated damages." Quan Angui helped the gold-rimmed reading glasses, with a business-like tone .

"I explained that matter to the chairman afterwards, and I also asked the brand owner to forgive me. Although she paid a liquidated damages of 300 million, Jiaojiao later won Dior's brand endorsement for a whole year, making a lot of money. More than 300 million."

Song Zhi didn't expect that Ning Chujin, a woman who never cared about the group's affairs, would know so much, and she would bring up old accounts here, and immediately explained.

"Sick leave? That's weird, why did I accidentally get these?" Ning Chujin said, sliding the computer screen lightly.

On the slide, a group of photos immediately appeared, and the date happened to be the afternoon of February 2th.

The place is in St. Petersburg Church.

The content of the photo is that Ning Jiao is holding the arm of a popular niche under Dingsheng Brokerage Company, promoting Bulgari's new pair of rings for the season.

In the photo, it was Song Zhi and Vice President Dingsheng who were watching from the audience.

"What's the situation? Didn't Ning Jiao ask for sick leave that day?"

"I remembered that the shooting of Dior's advert was also scheduled in St. Peter's that day. Did Manager Song take his artist to make money for Dingsheng?" A sharp-eyed shareholder frowned and questioned.

"On March 3th, if I remember correctly, Manager Song called 9 artists of the group. At that time, the note said that they were going to support the latest artist of the group. But in fact, the whole process was assisting the traffic of Dingsheng and newcomers. Huadan." Ning Chujin threw out another set of photos.

"May 5nd, June 22th..."

Ning Chujin threw out dozens of photos in a row about Song Zhi calling artists from the Quan Group to save the stage for Dingsheng.

The pot exploded on the spot.

Song Zhi panicked completely, she grabbed Su Li's hand tightly, her face turned pale.

It's not uncommon for industry managers to bring their artists to do private work, earn extra money, and plan a new home for themselves by the way.

But she thinks that she has always been extraordinarily concealed, and with the protection of Su Li and some relationships in the group, she has never leaked anything.

How could he be caught by Ning Chujin?

How can you catch so many with such precision?
Su Li didn't expect that Ning Chujin would do such a trick, so she clenched her back teeth in resentment.

The bratty yellow-haired girl had been playing with the rhythm just now, trying to trick Song Zhi!
Then don't blame her for being cruel!

Su Li glanced at Song Zhi, and said in a low voice, "Why are you panicking? Can I just sit and wait?"

"Grandpa, just now they said they were worried about Song Zhi's job-hopping?" Ning Chujin turned to Quan Angui and asked with a harmless smile.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Song Zhi and Su Li. The expressions on the faces of the two of them at this moment were wonderful.

They probably never dreamed that such a private photo would appear in her hands, right?
At this moment, Ning Chujin really had to sigh: An Tong, this little pervert, is really an amazing black technology expert.

What kind of information really, this little pervert has a way to get it for you.

"Changing jobs with capital." Quan Angui bit down every single word, and stared at Song Zhi sharply.

His precious granddaughter said that today's shareholders meeting will give him a surprise!
Unexpectedly, I was so shocked. If you are happy, it will be a matter of opinion.

(End of this chapter)