President's Wife

Seeing the serious managers sitting below, An Jiabao couldn't help but think of how he was sitting in the Cavaliers' meeting room a month ago, watching that man hold a meeting.

It's just that the man was driving while standing, while I was sitting. In this regard, I was much luckier than him.

An Jiabao shook his head slightly, why did he think of him again.

Throwing away the figure of that person in his mind, An Jiabao coughed a few times, and his sharp eyes glanced at the managers through the big black-rimmed glasses and bangs.

Some guilty ones began to sweat on their foreheads.

"Last month, I remember telling you that this quarter, we will increase by five points." Fingers began to tap rhythmically on the table.

The rhythmic voice beat the hearts of all the managers up and down.

The manager of the marketing department stood up with an upright face, and said to An Jiabao neither humble nor overbearing: "President, one quarter is not up yet."

Hearing this, An Jiabao sneered, "Yeah, we haven't arrived yet."

An Jiabao also admired the manager of the marketing department, after all, he was the first to speak out.

As for the public relations department just now... I glanced at the manager of the public relations department through bangs. Different departments have different professional directions.

Picking up a piece of information on the table, gently put it forward by more than ten centimeters. It was obviously a very light and normal movement, but it made everyone dare not take a breath.

"But the plan you made, I don't think it will take a quarter, even a year! You can't do it either." An Jiabao felt a faint anger in his heart.

Looking at the ones below, most of the people who bowed their heads were young new managers, and those who raised their heads were some veterans.

An's history is not very long, An's is as big as An Jiabao is, and An's was created by An's father, so An's has 90% of the shares in his own hands.

For An Jiabao, a young CEO, the elders didn't think much of him, even though he had killed some of them two years ago.

The elders believed that as long as they did not make too many mistakes, even the former president would not drive them out.After all, they are still very helpful in the company.

Sometimes some people are just so confident, thinking that the world revolves around themselves, and that if they don't have them, the sky will fall. In fact, why don't they think about it, before they don't have them, other people still live in the same way?What does it have to do with him?

The manager of the marketing department stood up again, "President, this should be the responsibility of the planning department."

The corners of An Jiabao's lips curled up, which was finally a bold one.

"What's your name?"

Liao Kailin felt that he was obviously older than the little president in front of him, but why would he be overwhelmed by his aura every time he faced him.

Even so, Liao Kailin still puffed out his chest, "Liao Kailin, the manager of the marketing department."

Liao Kailin is the new manager, An Jiabao doesn't care about this matter, this person is probably promoted by An's father because he saw his ability is good, and the previous manager of the marketing department is also old, and it's time to go home to recuperate.

"Very well, I remember it. It is also a very good character to have the courage to point out the mistakes of the "above". "An Jiabao mentioned the above two words, and some young managers couldn't help raising their heads.

"Planning Department." An Jiabao began to roll the roll.

The manager of the planning department is a middle-aged man who is about the same age as Papa An, but he is not as good-looking as Papa An, and he looks much older than Papa An.

Seeing him, An Jiabao couldn't help curling his lips. His father is really good at taking care of himself. If his father goes out with him, others will definitely think that they are two brothers, not father and son!

However, it cannot be denied that he felt that he would not be able to accept that his father would one day become like the planning manager with a beer belly and half bald head in front of him!

"I said Xiao An..." The manager of the planning department, Yi Lao, wanted to start making friends. God knows that when he heard that brat from the marketing department say that the planning department was responsible, his heart stopped for two seconds.

When it comes to firing people, this young president is merciless and doesn't care about favors at all.

"You can go back and let your son take care of himself." An Jiabao interrupted him.

The manager of the planning department choked, and then became angry, "Xiao An, you can't behave like this. I am your father's man after all."

An Jiabao raised his hand to interrupt him, "Don't be so ambiguous, my father's people can only be my mother, you are just invited by the old man to work for him."

The manager of the planning department blushed, "But I didn't make a big mistake!" Speaking of this, the manager of the planning department felt that he had enough confidence, and couldn't help but raise his chin at An Jiabao.

But still, An Jiabao beat him down severely. His upper body leaned gracefully on the chair behind him, and his slender legs gracefully folded.

"I said that people should give way when they are old, so that young people can make contributions, and don't always occupy the latrine..."

"Ahem!" Zheng Ziqian suddenly coughed a few times.

An Jiabao who was interrupted glanced at Zheng Ziqian, the instigator Zheng Ziqian said very calmly: "Sorry, President, you continue."

Well, for the sake of self-cultivation, An Jiabao generously didn't care about his little secretary.

"Anyway, you were fired."

What a simple sentence!An Jiabao felt that he was the best president, and he would not make long speeches like other presidents.

"You can't just fire me like this! I am the elder of An's! There is no credit but hard work! Reason! Yes, I need a reason!!" The manager of the planning department yelled hysterically.

An Jiabao stood up abruptly, and made a dull sound on the smooth floor with his street shoes.

The manager of the planning department trembled in his heart, and retreated uncontrollably, but his own chair blocked it, and within a few seconds, An Jiabao came in front of him.

"reason?"

Even without seeing his eyes, or even his expression, the managers still felt palpitations.

"I think you don't like it." He said lightly, leaving a handsome figure from the back for the dazed manager of the planning department.

When An Jiabao sat back in his seat, the manager of the planning department finally realized, "That's not a reason!" It's not a reason at all to see what is pleasing to the eye or not.

The corners of An Jiabao's lips curled up, "Well, since you want a reason so much, I'll give you a better reason. You can't even do such a small thing, what else can I expect you to do? It's better to go home eat……"

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

Everyone's eyes fell on Zheng Ziqian.

Zheng Ziqian didn't see other people's eyes, "I'm sorry, please continue."

An Jiabao raised his eyebrows. Did he pamper this little secretary too much?

Little did he know that Zheng Ziqian was also in tears, but he was personally ordered by the former president not to let the little president swear anytime anywhere...

An Jiabao looked back at the manager of the planning department, raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "The most important thing is, I still don't like you!"

Well, to be rich and powerful is to be self-willed.