In the president's office, Zhuo Han pushes the door anxiously.
"President."
In front of the desk, the man is holding a mobile phone to make a phone call. Zhuo Han suddenly appears. His eyebrows rise and he raises his hand to signal that he is quiet.
Zhuo Han tightly pursed the corners of his lips. After closing the door, he stood quietly waiting.
During this period, he did not forget to observe the situation of public opinion on Weibo.
There are all kinds of things to say. No wonder the director of Qin's network supervision department has to make so many calls to him.
This grandson is also a dead brain.
Can't get through the phone, don't you know to come to the top CEO office to find him?!
Where does Zhuo Han know that the department director came to the top floor to find him no less than five times, but every time he was rejected by the assistant of the president's office.
Sometimes the office assistant is too strict, which is also very sad.
In less than three minutes, the man finished the call. He put down his cell phone and looked deep. "What's the matter?"
Zhuo Han straightened out his thoughts, holding the phone in one hand and pointing to the screen in the other, "someone on the Internet said that the van brand dress his wife was wearing was a high imitation..."
At the end of the speech, the man's indifference was very subtle, "Van brand?"
Zhuo Han nodded, "well, it's the van brand. There are media reports on the Internet that they have contacted the person in charge of the van brand. Look..."
"I know!"
Zhuo Han: "what
It's... over?!
Shouldn't he contact the brand side and directly intervene in the direction of the whole thing?
Madam is also, how can you wear a van brand high imitation clothing? Is Tiancheng entertainment so poor?!
Zhuo Hanzheng secretly make complaints about himself, and when he picks up his mobile phone again, he sees his eyes and sees him chucking in the same place. "Why not go out yet?"
"President, how to deal with this matter?"
Zhuo Han can't figure out his intention, which will make the whole person's mind drift more and more.
Did the president and his wife really quarrel?!
He remembered that when he saw his wife off in the afternoon, she also seemed to be in a bad mood.
These days, the couple quarrel, cannon fodder suffer, right?!
Zhuo Han looks at Qin Baiyu seriously, and then... He obviously feels that the temperature in the office is cold.
He swallowed saliva, a smile, "then you busy, I went out first!"
finished!
After the president and his wife were angry, they didn't plan to pay attention to the public opinion on the Internet!
Zhuo Han was very disappointed. He walked out of the office with a low eyebrow and a heart full of ups and downs.
Maybe he's used to staring at his wife's online trends in the dark. Now he doesn't give a solution to this problem. He doesn't feel right all over!
A minute later, Zhuo Han sighed and planned to take the elevator downstairs to have a cigarette.
As a result, as soon as he entered the elevator, the door closed tightly. The assistant of the president's office called out in a hurry, "Mr. Zhuo, the president called you..."
Zhuo Han was shocked and quickly pressed the key to open the door, but... The door was closed.
At this time, he looked at the elevator door and began to think about the loveless day of his life.
Five minutes later, Zhuo Han came back from downstairs and hurried back to the president's office. He happened to meet the man who came out of the office.
"President, are you looking for me?"
The man's eyes glimpsed at him, thin lips slightly opened, "cooperate with van brand, hold the global spokesperson conference as soon as possible!"
Zhuo Han's recent IQ is really not online.
He didn't respond for a moment. He opened his mouth and asked, "isn't there enough manpower in the marketing department of van?"
Qin Baiyu
God, there's not enough fuckin 'hands!