Ouyang Jin, you bastard

Jinyu International Conference Room.

Ouyang Jin sat on the main seat, looked at the dozen or so people below boredly, and then gave Situ Yuan a blank look.

"Is this the big problem you're talking about?"

"Yeah!" Situ Yuan nodded, the shareholders are making trouble, isn't it a big problem.

"To me, you, the executive president, are sitting too leisurely. I have to deal with such a small matter. What else do you want?"

"I'll make money for you!" Situ Yuan said very logically: "If it weren't for me, who would implement your ideas for you, and who would help you implement your plans, don't talk about yourself, just you Temper, those developers are either pissed off by you or driven away by you, who dares to cooperate with you?"

"That's true!" Ouyang Jin agreed, and then asked: "So we are not short of money at Jinyu International, right?"

"Yeah!" Situ Yuan agreed, "Golden Island International has nothing but a lot of money!"

"That's it." Ouyang Jin stood up, leaned on the table with both hands, looked at several shareholders, and said loudly, "You blame me for giving up the project I got to the Gu's consortium, which hurt your interests, then I ask you, these Years, have I ever treated you badly?"

"Ouyang Jin, don't be so grandiose, if you didn't have us back then, you wouldn't be where you are today!"

"Yes, you are right. I had the funds to start a business with your support back then, but over the years, what you have received from Jinyu International has already been hundreds of times what you invested in at the beginning, and there will be more in the future." I don’t care how you spend or play with your money. We agreed at the beginning that I would lend you the money and pay back a hundred. I did it, and you didn’t want it.”

"Since that's the case, I didn't say anything. If you said to buy shares, then buy shares. We also signed a contract. You just pay dividends and don't participate in the company's decision-making. It's written in black and white. I don't have dementia yet, so you just come out and jump." Da, do you really think that I, Ouyang Jin, is a soft persimmon?"

"I got the project, and I can give it to whoever I want. If you are not willing, you can go find the project yourself. When you find it, you can give it to whoever you want. It is hung on the belt of your trousers and worn all day long. It’s okay to fiddle with it from time to time, I don’t care, as long as you can get it.”

"Of course, there is another way." Ouyang Jin paused, pretending to be very heavy, and said: "That is, if you continue to make trouble until Jinyu International goes bankrupt, then we will finish playing together and no one will be able to ask for it." Come on, let's drink the northwest wind together, wouldn't it be leisurely!"

"Cut, you're still complacent after being used by others, what a virtue!" Ouyang Jin straightened up, turned around and walked out.

"Situ Yuan, I'll give you two days. Either let them shut up forever, or let them have no right to intervene."

"Ouyang Jin, now is a society ruled by law, so you can't do anything wrong!" Zhang Changchang's face turned pale, and he shouted loudly.

"Did I say anything that misunderstood you?" Ouyang Jin tilted her head innocently, surprised again and again: "I just want Situ Yuan to stop your mouths and legs with money. .”

"Oh, you don't think I'm going to kill me, do you?" Ouyang Jin pretended to be surprised, widened his eyes, and looked at the few people in horror: "Could it be that you want to kill me?"