As soon as the eldest young master spoke coldly, he could not help but stand up, as if he were a schoolboy who had been trained.

Fu Nanli was angry again. "What are you doing standing up for? Am I so terrible? "

Mr. Zhang was really going to cry. "I stand comfortably. What's Mr. Fu dissatisfied with? Please point out that I'll go back and change the plan."

Holding a pen, Fu Nanli wrote and drew on the paper and said in a cold voice: "theme positioning, theme cultural connotation, unique theme creativity, leverage economy of cost and profit..."

Mr. Zhang was stunned. He thought that the young master had eaten explosives today and didn't pay attention to the contents of their reports. However, he didn't expect that the young master could almost repeat the contents of his report word by word, and pick out the unreasonable data and operations that can be operated theoretically but can not be carried out in real life.

After a series of comments, Mr. Zhang almost clapped for the prince.

Some people, born entrepreneurs, have heard that they studied Astrophysics and mathematics in University, and then entered Airlines after graduation. However, when they enter such a large enterprise, they can do it easily whether they are in charge of work or personnel.

Genius, but that's it.

"Yes, yes, you said. I have made a note of it. I will revise it after I go back."

Fu Nanli frowned and threw the pen: "when you make a report, take some brains, will you?"

They all said there was no problem.

The eldest young master pressed his temple: "let's go."

All the executives were silent and rushed out. After they went out, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Several familiar people gathered together to discuss in a low voice.

[the young master is in a bad mood today]

[yes, it's so frightening that I can't even gasp]

[it's strange that I was in a good mood two days ago. After I brought his little girl friend here, I saw that his eyes and eyebrows were gentle]

[it's not a conflict with his little girlfriend]

[don't talk nonsense, go back to work]

Secretary Fiona and chief special features Assistant Ding Quan followed Fu Nanli to the office.

Outside the vice president's office, Fiona whispered to her secretary Alice, "make a hot American for Mr. Fu."

Alice has just been transferred to the president's office because of her excellent work performance. She quickly went to the special tea room of the president's office, made a cup of Hot American style, and carried it on a small tray to the vice president's office.

After the meeting, Fu Nanli's anger still hovered over his head. When Alice approached the office with her coffee cup in her hand, the young master Fu, who was on the phone, was leaning against her, leaning against her desk, reaching for the papers on the desk, and accidentally bumped into her.

Miss Alice watched as the whole cup of coffee poured irresistibly on the back of the prince's hand.

His face was pale.

The coffee is still hot!

A whole cup of coffee was spilled on his hand. He snorted, and the coffee cup fell to the ground. The sound of the crack made Fiona knock at the door.

I saw that Alice was scared out there.

Fiona quickly took the wet tissue in the past, and the tone was also hard to hide. "Mr. Fu, are you ok?"

Fu Nanli's eyelids trembled with pain, "is it the person you promoted?"

Alice, carrying a small silver tray, almost knelt down in front of the young master.

Fiona didn't excuse herself, but said calmly, "it's the one I chose. I'm sorry. I'll ask Li Yuan to come and show you at once."

Fu Nanli threw the wet tissue in his hand and frowned, "go out."