Chapter 92: Confrontation

There are already people shouting for Mr. Cheng. The man greeted them lazily, and then cast an inquiring gaze at me in the convention center. I saw the light in his eyes and seemed to have some strange feelings, such as surprise, disgust, and other strange feelings......

I subconsciously stared at him as well, and after a few seconds, he smiled.

"What a big breath, better than McCann?" Cheng Mingchi flicked off the cuffs and there was no zĂ i gray, and his eyes were full of banter, "Do you know how much effort McKenney put into the company back then, and how many people's efforts were spent?" You're standing here now, and you're not hurting to build a project that's more constructive than McCann......"

Cheng Mingchi slowly walked towards me, stepped on the steps, and stood in front of me.

At this moment, I realized that he was actually very tall. Petite, I was completely shrouded in his tall shadow, and I looked at him with a steady expression.

He seemed a little irritated by me, and leaned down with a frown. I tried to take a step back, but his hands quickly clasped my arms, and then he leaned over and chuckled in my ear, "Even if you sell a great beauty like you, it's not even a tenth of what McCann built, you know?" ”

"That's because McCann is not good enough at all, and I don't bother to sell myself and invest in such a loss-making project." Before he could pull back, I said lightly.

It was no surprise to see Cheng Mingchi's iron-blue face. I know I'm at least half right.

McCann was a five-year-old project, and it did make a splash when it first came out. However, five years have passed, the world economy has changed rapidly, e-commerce has risen rapidly, and McCann's charm has also declined significantly. The cost of investing in the construction of such a project may not have been recovered, but the time that belonged to it has passed.

Cheng Mingchi turned around, and the people below knew that this young master must be very angry when they saw his face. But he was still smiling just now, and everyone couldn't help but speculate, and their eyes fell on the person behind him.

I was stress-free and shrugged my shoulders happily.

"Since there is still disunity in the direction of decision-making within the company, this is the end of today's meeting. Mr. Cheng, what do you think? ”

What I said was quite annoying, Cheng Mingchi had been provoked by me to grit his teeth just now, and at this moment he had a gloomy face and said gloomily: "Break up." ”

Everybody came out in a row.

I passed by him with the text in my hand, and saw Chen Zhipeng in front of me making a gesture towards me, running out by myself comically, and closing the door of the conference room.

I felt bad in my heart, as soon as the strength of my hand was heavy, someone grabbed my wrist, and the force was more brutal than just now, I frowned, and whispered: "It turns out that Mr. Cheng treats his subordinates who tell the truth and give opinions like this." ”

Cheng Mingchi's face was close at hand. At this moment, he was like a tiger that swallowed a bullet, still fierce at the last moment, struggling: "A subordinate like you who talks nonsense, how do you think I should deal with you!" “

He glared angrily, the light from his eyes burning the skin, hot.

"Mr. Cheng, every time you are poked in the soft underbelly, you are like a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry - who advocated the construction of McCann back then? It's none other than you, Cheng, Shao, and Master ......"

I smiled tactfully in Cheng Mingchi's eyes, my fingers came out of his gradually loose confinement, and lit his chest: "I'm afraid the results and business files over the years are in the hands of Young Master Cheng, others don't know, Young Master Cheng always knows." ”