Although Jiang Xinya was angry in her heart, in order to get back those photos, she still made a statement in front of Song Ziheng.

Jiang Xinya first defaulted to the fact that the woman in the photo was herself, and the two were normal men and women, and then said that she would hold the paparazzi accountable for their invasion of privacy.

As soon as the statement came out, netizens unanimously supported Jiang Xinya, apologized to Song Ziheng, and collectively condemned the countless media for violating personal privacy.

Because of Jiang Xinya's statement, Gu Qian's matter of being a junior has come to an end for the time being.

This game was set up by Song Ziheng, and Jiang Xinya was so angry that she couldn't do it.

And Tian Xiaoyu gritted his teeth angrily after seeing Jiang Xinya's statement, and even secretly blocked Song Ziheng behind his back to question him.

Song Ziheng directly ignored Tian Xiaoyu, originally Song Ziheng didn't like Tian Xiaoyu, he just drank too much that night, and mistook Tian Xiaoyu for Gu Qian.

……

Imperial capital, Li Building conference room.

Li Nanjue sat on the main seat, and the high-level officials were sitting precariously.

Things are bad on the German side, although the phones in question have been recalled, but now they are facing huge compensation and aftermath problems.

A high-level executive reported to work with trepidation, but because he stayed up late last night, the senior said several wrong things.

When everyone thought that Li Nanjue would be furious, Li Nanjue only said, "I was tired of staying up late last night." ”

The senior also knew that he had said several wrong places, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and barely squeezed out a smile, "It's okay, thank you Mr. Li for your concern." ”

Li Nanjue, "Let's go home for a few days and rest for a few days." ”

As soon as Li Nanjue spoke, the entire conference room was suddenly quiet.

The high-level was even more frightened and knelt down directly to Li Nanjue, "Mr. Li, I was wrong, don't fire me, I'm old, and now I still have a mortgage and car loan to repay, and my children still have to go to school, Mr. Li, I beg you." ”

The high-level is old, and he really cried when he talked about it.

The high-level officials couldn't bear to look at it, but they were afraid that it would affect themselves, so no one dared to say a word for him, so they could only collectively give Li Nansheng a look for help.

Li Nansheng complained in his heart about these old guys, he didn't have the money to buy such an expensive car and house, but he said: "Brother, Lao Li has been working in the company for so many years, and he is used to being comfortable, how can you find a job if you drive him now, but Lao Li, you are too, why don't you have money to buy such an expensive house and car, the public face is full of fat and the person is talking about people like you." ”

Executives: ...... Ershao, we are asking you to persuade the president, not to let you count people.

Li Nansheng's thinking has always jumped out, and he persuaded again: "Brother, although Lao Li is not reliable, he has really been cautious in the company over the years, and besides, didn't he say a few wrong data, you don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, so you don't have to open him." ”

Li Nanjue's thin lips opened lightly, "Who said I was going to open him?" ”

Li Nansheng said smoothly, "Didn't you let him go home and rest?" ”

"Well, I'll just follow up on the German case, everyone has worked hard these days, I'll talk to the finance in a while, let you take a few days off with pay, okay, the meeting is over, you can go back and rest."

Li Nanjue's slender fingers closed the notebook, and he stepped out of the conference room first.

Everyone looked at each other, and they didn't react to what was going on for a long time.

Li Nansheng was even more shocked and couldn't close his mouth, "I heard me right, my brother's miser gave us a holiday?" ”

Executives: "I heard it too, it's still paid leave." ”

Li Nansheng: "The 10,000-year-old iron tree has bloomed?" ”

The high-level leaders glanced at the iron tree in the conference room and shook their heads collectively, "It's not blooming." ”