Prosperous Marriage: The Hidden Rules of the Entertainment Industry

After searching the Internet, she found nothing. When she passed the front desk at work the next day, she asked Xia Tian gossipingly, "Is the boss easy to get along with?"

Xia Tian was sorting out the folders on the desktop, and was stunned when he heard her words, "I... I don't know, the president comes here and there every day and has never spoken to me."

Gu Wanwan opened her eyes in disbelief, "How long have you been coming to the 36th floor in Xia Tian?"

Xia Tian put the folders up and paused for a moment to make them flush, "It's been almost a year. Amanda came even later than me, but I heard that she is the assistant to the president who has stayed the longest. Those two or three days before

He was replaced by the president."

"Actually, I don't have much to do here. Apart from us on the 36th floor, only the board members have the authorization to come up." Suddenly, she came closer to Huanwan like a little girl and lowered her voice, "Let me tell you, I actually do the most.

When I saw a director coming up, I quickly called Amanda so that the president could avoid the people he didn’t want to see.”

"Ah? How many times did he avoid it?"

"Not many." Xia Tian quickly denied, "Very few people are willing to go to the 36th floor."

"Haha." Gu Wanwan smirked and went in to squeeze vegetable and fruit juice with black lines all over her head.

In the tea room, there are washed apples, pears, grapes, cherries, cherry tomatoes, bright oranges, lemons, mangoes, dragon fruits and several vegetables cut into plates. There are also honey, mint leaves and other condiments on the side.

Taste.

She randomly picked a few items and put them into the juicer. Because it was the first time she made it, she specially put in more. The amount of the finished vegetable juice was about three cups.

Returning to the hall with a glass that was about half full, she happened to see the door of the conference room being closed.

She looked at Amanda questioningly.

"Send it in." Amanda tilted her head and held the phone between her hands, her hands jumping quickly on the keyboard, and said to her without raising her head.

She took a breath, opened the conference room door and walked in quietly.

The decoration of the conference room is in the same style as that of the president's office. The oak wood has been painted in a high-end gold color, and the floor is covered with solid-color carpets. The oval conference table is large in area, and it is filled with directors wearing suits.

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It looks like a board meeting is being held.

The president sat at the other end of the table away from the door, playing with a signature pen in his hands and a thick stack of documents in front of him.

Gu Wan walked in without squinting and found that the conference room was a bit strange. There was no projector or screen for projecting ppts. Instead, there was a small crystal blackboard placed next to the president.

There are a few lines of black words written at the bottom.

"President." She put the fruit juice on the table to his left and called softly.

He didn't even look at it, "Throw it out."

Wan Wan was stunned.

He ignored her, turned around and heavily drew a horizontal line on a certain line of words on the glass plate, "Garbage."

With a "pop" sound, a bound document was thrown to the ground.

The expression on the face of the director who was sitting and talking immediately changed. The other people did not make eye contact, they all pursed their lips tightly and lowered their heads while flipping through the information in front of them.

"Ahem," another director next to the director coughed awkwardly and said with a forced smile, "The promotional video for the French theater chain has been made, and the person in charge over there has sent eight completed films for the headquarters to choose...

"

"Wow", the man sitting next to Gu Wanwan casually opened the documents on the table. The sound of opening the paper reminded her, and she quickly bent down to pick up the fragrant and clear cup of vegetable juice.

In response to her soft closing of the door, there was another sound of something being thrown to the ground.