the castration plan

When the backer came, CBO simply stopped pretending and let out a short and loud laugh: "Mr. Roman, I have faxed you a copy of Mr. Chao's resignation letter, and put a copy in your office this morning. You should have heard it when you came over just now, he made the whole building shake."

Roman just lowered his eyes, as if there was a thin layer of frost on his face, freezing all the facial muscles.He has a slight limp, and every movement of sitting and rising is like an old-fashioned graceful swan.

"As you can see, some employees have indeed been making it difficult for us to manage. Especially Mr. Chao, both in style and gender. Fortunately, he will not trouble you anymore." CBO continued sue.

This is a bit of a map shot. He usually sees that everyone is suspected of being incompetent, and the executives in the marketing, financial, and administrative departments all have ugly faces.Fortunately, everyone is an Alpha, so the naked sexism in the second half of the sentence is not harsh.

"Is my voice loud?" Bemuir's gorgeous facial features, which may have been painted with expensive oil paints, are so beautiful that they can even kill gods. "Is it really loud?"

Someone took the opportunity to vent their accumulated dissatisfaction and chimed in, "It's not that big at all."

The CBO who was attacked by the crowd glared at Omega: "Mr. Chao, since you are about to resign, don't cause trouble here."

"Yeah, I'm leaving." Bemuir tossed a mint into the air and sat on the edge of the conference table, boots on the arm of the empty chair next to Roman, like a bad guy playing a yo-yo. The boy showed a smile that was sweeter than lotus paste mooncakes, "So Roman, can you and your dog let go?"

Everyone followed his gaze and saw that two tall bodyguards in black blocked the door.

"Zhaoxilu! You are like a savage!" CBO shouted loudly, "Show respect to Mr. Roman!"

Roman's eyes are extremely light in color, and it makes people shudder when looking at them. It seems that they are not human visual organs, but the movable upper and lower eyelids and nictitating membrane of some kind of lizard, and the lacrimal glands are not even assembled.

All his movements were so quiet and slow: "You also gave my assistant a copy, a total of three copies of Bermuel's resignation letter, Marcus, is that right?"

Roman is a pure Italian. The accent in English falls on the penultimate syllable, and the ending of words with "G" is often especially sexy.

The CBO who was named answered immediately, claiming credit complacently: "It is Mr. Roman, you have just arrived in China, and you have many urgent matters to deal with, but you must first settle down when you are fighting against the outside world. This is the ancient wisdom of China."

"Unfortunately, I won't read a copy." Roman looked at Omega shaking his head and smiling, his snow-white eyelashes were long and thin, "And I will ask Bermuel to stay, and we will discuss a value exchange that is in line with economic logic. He was treated satisfactorily."

These words knocked CBO down like an electric current, his ears buzzing like a high fever: "You mean..."

damn it!Who told him that Baymuir and Roman were rivals?

Everyone straightened up, looked up and looked around, exchanged surprised looks, and waited for a good show.

"Marcus, I think you misunderstood me as the kind of person who would abuse personal relationships." Roman's nails were round and full, and they were trimmed elegantly, and his fingers crossed on the golden cane looked great. "Bermuel and I are The differences in some artistic fields may be substantial, but that doesn't stop me from thinking he's able to present the creative vision of Byridau's genius as dreamlike and exciting."

"LVBR Group is involved in several fields of fashion, accessories, leather shoes, bags, media, and famous wines. I can't see such a giant fashion carrier leading the industry and establishing confidence in luxury styles. The highest luxury is not having to adjust yourself for others. And style starts with breaking the rules, shattering the accepted reality,” says Roman.

CBO swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty: "Yes, Mr. Roman, I understand what you mean. I have always admired Mr. Chao's artistic style, but after all, the sales volume of Bailedo made us have to rethink its positioning. "

"The bad feedback from the market is not caused by Byrido itself." Roman's nose is tall and thin, casting a slanted shadow on one side of his thin lips, "Because from the very beginning, Byledo's marketing strategy is fallacious .Bermuel insisted on defending the concept of equal rights. At the same time, the former CEO issued an apology letter, trying to restore the confidence of some radicals in the product. The attitude of the group was vacillating and ambiguous, which resulted in us not getting support from either of the two views. This is the main reason for the slow sales of Byrido after its listing.”

"Consumers who are willing to pay for the affirmative movement may be far more than we imagined. Bermuel's first work, the nine-pointed star diamond, he has clearly stated that it is 'dedicated to those modern Omega who love to enjoy personal rights', It miraculously revived the once-sluggish Asian market. I remember that the top of the bottle was designed in rich dark black, just like an elegant and carefully polished slender high heel, very unconventional style. I remember Right, Bermuel?"

"And I am deeply skeptical about the choice of spokesperson. I saw that Mr. Jiang. His refinement of details and decoration overshadowed the structure and purpose of beauty. His fashion is like a flower without fragrance. In addition, one of your favorites The commercial value of a low-profile artist has had a profound negative impact on the vitality of the group, diluting the brand tone of LVBR." Roman said.

Most of the decision-making power for finalizing the spokesperson is in the hands of CBO, he is sweating coldly, and wants to transfer the conflict back to Bemuir, but Roman has already shook his head at him: "You are saying some clichés, and I don't want to hear them. "

Roman is a legendary ruler in the fashion industry. No one dares to refute his words, not to mention that this is the third fire for the new official to take office.

Roman concluded by saying this to Baymuir: "I'll double-line your personal brand and donate 20 percent of the proceeds to your Omega Relief charity."

It's really enough for face and lizi.And Baymuir just glanced at him from top to bottom, stubborn and cold.

"I think I still have some conditions that you are interested in, so we can talk about it in private." After Roman said this, everyone who was so surprised that they hadn't calmed down could only stand up one after another, and everyone smiled at CBO more or less implicitly.

When the last person closed the door, Roman tapped the ground a few times with his emerald-studded cane.He sipped a goblet of strong cider, looked at Omega, and smiled helplessly: "The temper is getting worse."

"Come here, beautiful kitten." Roman's eyes are slightly lowered, his eyelashes are like a soft silver fan, "Come and sit on my lap for a while, let me take a good look at you, your lips are like mellow honey today .”

"I will resign today." Bemuir didn't answer at all. He inserted a thick cigarette into the enamel mouthpiece and said while lighting the fire, "I don't need you to intervene in my affairs. Don't be too sentimental."

"I'm sorry, I can't help being courteous just seeing you, forgive this is the despicable nature of every Italian man." Roman said.

Roman's eyes stayed on the soft groove between his two shoulder blades, and he continued to smile at him, and his aria-like tone formed a wonderful harmony with his ancient western elegance: "You always remind me of Venice, the pearl of the Adriatic Sea. If the Crusades were for a beauty like you—a beauty who has been miraculously recited by the Roman Catholic Church for centuries, then the people of the Byzantine and Sasanian Empires would never tire of fighting, for You, fighting for another ten years is worth it."

"Shut up for me, and go back to Milan to be your shrinking turtle." Bemuir closed the door tightly, opened the ring silently, and emitted infrared rays to check whether there were recording and camera equipment in the room.

"Listen." Baimuer's green eyes are dangerous, like king cobras swollen on the sides of the skin folds in his neck, "Roman de Luca Posito, Nid Hogg the Dragon, the country Italian , I warned you never to come to China, the population density here is too high, you can never bring Helheim's set of armed violence here in the EU, you will kill thousands of innocent people !"