The office building of Sunshine Apparel.

In the office building, the windows are bright and clean at this time.

On many floors, you can see renovation workers coming in and out.

On some floors, you can hear the screeching of punches or the sound of cutting panels.

After the summer sales season, Sunshine Clothing dare not say that it has completely recovered, at least it has recovered seventy or eighty percent.

There should be a new atmosphere at a new starting point.

When he was about to enter autumn, Mr. Yang decided to renovate and decorate some floors in the company, so that the company could have a new atmosphere.

When Mr. Yang walked out of the elevator and entered his office floor, the harsh sound of the machine in the corridor and the pungent smell of the decoration board being cut made him a little unaccustomed.

He frowned.

Originally, the decoration should have made him feel good, but at this time, Mr. Yang was not in a good mood.

As he walked to the office, his assistant next to him trotted and handed the sales bodyguard to Mr. Yang.

"Mr. Yang, according to your instructions, not only our Xishan Province, but also the sales of the garment industry in several surrounding provinces, I have also inquired about it." The secretary bent down and said quickly, "Your judgment is right, I am cool, I have indeed radiated to several surrounding provinces, and it sells very well." ”

"What about our province?"

Mr. Yang's face was expressionless, but his secretary knew him very well, and when he looked at his current expression, he knew that Mr. Yang was not in a good mood now.

He swallowed: "Boss, let's save ......"

The secretary hesitated.

"Less verbose! Hurry up! Mr. Yang suddenly went crazy.

The secretary didn't dare to rub it any longer, and hurriedly said: "Our province, as of last week, in terms of market share, I am cool...... In other words, Zhanfei clothing has comprehensively surpassed our sunshine clothing! Now, they are young, low-price market range, the share of Xishan Province is the first! ”

Bang Dang!

Mr. Yang kicked down a trash can in the hallway.

Smack!

He lifted another pot of greenery next to the trash can and fell to pieces.

The loud noise even drowned out the sound of the renovation machine.

The sound of the decoration machine coming from the corridor suddenly fell silent.

In the corridor of the valley, in several offices, someone poked his head out to look over here, wondering what was going on.

"Look what!!" Mr. Yang yelled at that side.

The head poked out of the office disappeared in a flash.

Mr. Yang gasped for a few seconds and waved his hand to his secretary.

"Let's talk about it in the office."

"Yes, boss." The secretary followed Mr. Yang's side, and he didn't dare to come out.

While following Mr. Yang to the boss's office, he pointed at the people in an office next to him and motioned for them to clean the corridor.

They quickly entered the boss's office.

After entering the boss's office, Mr. Yang, who was still angry, went crazy and hit a lot of things.

It took him four or five minutes to vent, and after the office was in shambles, he stopped.

"Bastard! Bastard! ”

"A young man in his twenties, why is he riding on my Yang Fuming's head!"

"Why did he develop so many popular models in a few months!"

"Why did he make money and buy such a big factory!"

"Why are the clothes he designed so good-looking, and what kind of ghosts, snakes, and gods are designed by my designers!"

"And Zhang Xiaoshi, that idiot! Idiot! I don't understand the truth of making money! What else is the conscience? Conscience? ! Making money is the number one! Just your two hits, you have to copy it in the future! ”

After the roar was vented, Mr. Yang's face calmed down.

He picked up a pen and paper, wrote down a few phone numbers and names, and handed them to the secretary.

"Contact these people, call them, and be polite."

"Then give them gifts, send them invitations, invite them to come."

The secretary took the paper: "Mr. Yang, this is ......"

Mr. Yang's fat face showed a gloomy smile: "I'm going to make a coalition against my cool type!" ”

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