Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 291 Overtime
But Le Yaner, who took a taxi and left, did not go home, but went downstairs to the LN headquarters building.

Learning the lesson from last time, Le Yan'er called Chen Luo in advance before coming this time, but was told that Ye Tingchen's meeting had been going on for more than three hours, and there was no sign of stopping yet.

Le Yan'er looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock, and he was still in a meeting, so he didn't know if he had dinner.

So Le Yan'er changed her plan and asked the driver to turn around. First, she went to the Japanese restaurant that Ye Tingchen usually likes to eat, and packed him beef rice and sushi. After thinking about it, she brought another one for Chen Luo. cake.

Chen Luo had already explained before that everyone at the front desk of LN knew Le Yan'er, so she reached the top floor without any hindrance. As soon as the elevator door opened, she saw Chen Luo standing at the door of the elevator, quickly browsing the text in her hand. material.

As soon as Chen Luo noticed that someone was coming, he immediately looked up, and was a little surprised when he saw Le Yan'er: "Madam, why are you here so late?"

He originally thought that Le Yan'er was just asking Ye Tingchen when she would be home, but he didn't expect her to come in person.

"Let me take a look and wait for him to go back together." Le Yan'er smiled.

She hadn't had time to tell him about the dinner she had with Lin Donglu tonight, for some reason, she always felt like she had done something wrong, and she felt very uneasy if she didn't explain.

Chen Luo closed the document, took Le Yan'er to the VIP waiting room, poured her a glass of lemonade, and said, "There are still a lot of issues that have not been resolved tonight. The president originally planned to work all night, Madam, you should not wait." , go back first."

Le Yan'er patted the sofa under her buttocks and said: "This sofa is not worse than a bed at all, I can sleep here too. I just sit here and won't cause trouble for you. Don't tell him I'm here , lest he be distracted."

Chen Luo couldn't help sighing: "It's still a happy married man. I also work overtime all night, and no one came to comfort me."

Le Yan'er gave him an annoyed look: "I really don't know good people, I won't bring you cakes next time."

She took out the delicately packaged cakes from her bag, because Ye Tingchen didn't eat them, so she didn't buy much, and they were distributed among colleagues who worked overtime.

Chen Luo has indeed worked overtime and hasn't eaten yet. When he saw the cake, his saliva flowed down: "Don't dare, Mrs. President has a lot, please forgive my leaky mouth."

Le Yan'er was amused, and said: "Okay, go and divide the cake, you have worked hard overtime."

Chen Luo went out in response, and Le Yan'er sat on the sofa and read magazines by herself.

I don't know how long it took, Le Yan'er was already sitting drowsy, Chen Luo felt that waiting like this was not an option, so she opened the door and walked into the conference room.

Today is Ye Tingchen's first board meeting this quarter, and all the veterans from the European headquarters attended the meeting.

But there are too many veterans, and there is also a problem, that is, no one will let anyone else, and all issues have to be debated tit for tat for a long time.

Especially now, it is a sensitive period of power change within LN. There is an undercurrent between the first and second young factions, and they are always ready to step on each other.

The chairman is also Ye Tingchen's biological mother, Mrs. Mingxiu, who is now delegating power and letting Ye Tingchen preside over the board meeting alone.

Ye Tingchen has passed the family's verification, and what he will face in the future is a more stringent assessment to confirm that he has the ability to become the heir.

What is being discussed is the planning of a scenic spot in LN. Some directors believe that it should be won at a high price regardless of competition, and it should be developed as soon as possible to make profits as soon as possible; while some directors think that there is still a lot of room for bargaining based on the quotations from other companies. Don't be in a hurry.

Everyone held their own opinions. It was not a serious problem, but it became tit for tat. The atmosphere in the conference room gradually became tense.

"President, the best time to visit the Gold Coast is from August to October. If we buy it now, it will take more than a year for us to complete the construction of the scenic spot and start making profits in the golden August of next year. How much money will we make by then? Do you still care about the millions?"

"You old guy, I see you are old and confused, a few million is not money? Put it there, and you won't run away. Our price can be lowered by three to five million, and you are still rushing to go Being taken advantage of?"

"You are so old and confused! Short-sighted! Don't you look at the development prospects? We are the first to develop and publicize, and it is easier to form a scale effect and generate greater profits!"

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The directors disagreed and argued endlessly.

Chen Luo felt his scalp tingle just after hearing these few words, and he didn't know how Ye Tingchen endured it.

Chen Luo handed Ye Tingchen the information he needed, and then said in a low voice: "The president's wife is here, and she is waiting in the reception room."

Ye Tingchen's fingers that were turning the page paused slightly, and then he looked at the time and found that it was already 10:30 in the evening.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't think 10:30 was too late before, but looking at it now, why is it so late? With the old guys on the board chatting endlessly, how long will they bother him?
Ye Tingchen quickly glanced at the quotation document in front of him, then looked sharply at the old guys who were far away overseas on the screen, and said in a cold voice: "Have the directors discussed it?"

"Not yet, President, you come to judge. Is what I said right, or what he said?"

"President, what this old guy says makes no sense at all!"

So, there was another endless dispute.

Ye Tingchen stood up and brought it back, and ordered Chen Luo: "Send this market assessment directly to the mailboxes of the directors, and let them discuss the final plan and hand it over to me."

After all, people will leave.

One of the directors was angry, his name was Mike, he was a proud white man, he was also the oldest director in the board of directors, and he had a very right to speak.

Seeing that Ye Tingchen was about to leave, he couldn't help but angrily slapped the table, frightening everyone around him to shut up, all staring at the scary young CEO on the screen.

"What's your attitude? Mrs. Mingxiu delegated power to you, and this is how you treat the directors? You want to leave before the meeting is over? Aren't you people of the yellow race most particular about etiquette? How about your manners!"

Mr. Mike's angry voice echoed in the conference room.

Hearing the words, Ye Tingchen couldn't help raising his eyebrows and looked at him indifferently, his eyes were cold, with an alienation that was not easy to get close to.

He stood in front of the screen with a straight back and no timidity at all.

"I don't have time to waste with you. Tomorrow, during my working hours, give me the final report, otherwise all the losses will be shared equally by all directors. And, I should have left work four hours ago, if it wasn't because everyone has been unable to If we come to a conclusion, we don't need to waste so long here, please don't occupy my personal time in the future."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the ugly faces of several directors looking at each other, they turned around and walked out of the conference room.

It was the first time in so many years that Mr. Mike was refuted in person like this, and he was still a junior, so he couldn't help being a little surprised.

But his attitude is as confident as a king ordering his subjects, which makes people subconsciously accept it.

(End of this chapter)