Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Zhongsheng Group is undertaking a fierce board of directors. This meeting is aimed at the negative impact and loss on the company caused by the failure of the press conference yesterday.

From yesterday to now, the company's stock market has been declining and has lost more than two billion yuan.

The meeting has lasted for two hours and the atmosphere is heavy and stagnant.

A director said: "Ji President, this time the company's losses are caused by you, you have to give everyone an explanation."

In front of the elliptical conference table, Ji Jinchuan had a suit and leather shoes, his face was cold, and he said lightly: "What do you want to explain?"

Another director said: "2.71 billion is not a small amount. This money can be used to invest in two large projects. According to company regulations, if such a large project fails, the project manager will automatically resign."

Ji Jinchuan glanced at them lightly, the purpose of these people was very clear, and also in his expectation.

Everyone looked at him sensiblely, waiting for his position.

Ji Jinchuan got up slowly, walked out without a word, and Xiao Cheng followed behind him.

There was an uproar in the conference room, and I didn't understand what it meant when Ji Jinchuan suddenly walked away.

Back at the president's office, Ji Jinchuan sat down behind his desk and rubbed his tired eyes: "Are things ready?"

Xiao Cheng handed him the documents in his hand and asked hesitantly, "Zong Ji, do you really want to do this?"

"You saw that just now, those old foxes are staring at this thing." Ji Jinchuan's face was faint and his eyes dark and dark. "There is nothing wrong with killing two birds with one stone."

Ji Shaoheng woke up in the afternoon, opened his eyes, and saw his bedroom. He knew he had returned home.

Xie Suling, who was staying by the bed, saw him wake up, excitedly incoherent: "Shao Heng, are you awake? Is there anything uncomfortable? Hungry or hungry? Thirsty or not?"

He tilted his head, and Xie Suling's eyebrows came into his eyes, and he propped up.

Just after the fever was gone, and his body was still weak, Xie Suling took the pillow to cushion him behind him and poured him a glass of water.

Ji Shaoheng took it and drank most of it in one breath: "What about Shen Youran?"

The smile on Xie Suling's face faded: "How do I know where she is."

Ji Shaoheng heard the coldness in her tone, and guessed that it was related to yesterday's press conference: "It was not her business yesterday. She was stopped by me on the way to the conference. Later, we were fascinated by Xue Ling and took him to another place. The place."

Xie Suling was stunned, with a touch of sorrow on her face: "You just put your elder brother..."

She sighed heavily and didn't say anything. She went out and called Mom Zhao. After a while, Mom brought up a bowl of porridge.

Mother Zhao handed over the porridge bowl to Ji Shaoheng, and Ji Shaoheng took it.

Ma Zhao said to Xie Suling: "Ma'am, you haven't closed your eyes last night till now, you go to rest, I'll take care of the young master."

Xie Suling shook his head: "I'm fine."

Ji Shaoheng's hand moved, looking at Xie Suling, thinking of Shen Youran's words, and said awkwardly: "You have been guarding me here?"

Xie Suling smiled faintly: "You were sent back last night and it has burned to 39 degrees, plus the recurrence of leg disease, where can I sleep?"

Hearing that, Ji Shaoheng's throat rolled, and the porridge, which had no taste at first, could not eat any more.

Seeing that his emotions were not right, Xie Suling asked, "What's wrong?"

He didn't speak, his heart was a little blocked, and he was eating porridge silently.