When Song Mi returned to the hotel, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and after a simple hot shower, she fell asleep.

At 8:59 a.m. the next morning, she stepped through the door of the conference room on time.

Inside, no one was absent from the position of general manager of the thirteen independent business divisions of Sihai Group.

After Song Mi sat down, she announced the opening of the meeting.

Twenty minutes later, it was the second person's turn to make a speech similar to that of self-reporting, and she waved her hand coldly.

"......", a huge conference room immediately fell into silence.

Everyone's hearts chuckled.

In the past few years, the real estate division can be said to be windy and rainy, will it be the first to take it out?

"Mr. Yu," Song Mi raised her eyes and looked at the other party unhurriedly in the room where the needles could be heard, "It's better to start with you, although I don't know something." ”

When has Mr. Yu been killed in public like this, and his face was a little unbearable, "I don't know what the chairman wants to know?"

The meaning of confrontation is instantly white-hot!

Soon, Song Mi's red lips hooked, "Why don't you talk about the land in the western suburbs of Leather City?"

"The chairman is bothered!" Mr. Yu thought to himself that women have long hair and short knowledge, and they wanted to make fun of him when they caught a little sesame mung bean, and they really pinched him as a soft persimmon, "It's such a small case, where do you need to drive the chairman to look at it." ”

Think her hand is too long and too wide?!

It's just that Song Mi is waiting for this sentence, "Lin Zhu, cut in the morning news of the financial channel!"

"Okay. ”

The picture that came in was the real scene around the plot in the western suburbs.

The camera quickly pulled back to the live broadcast room, and the host began to make a follow-up broadcast, "...... Last Friday, the relevant departments of the meeting officially approved the western suburbs of the old city renovation plan, the new planning plan is preliminarily formulated to the leather city as the radiation radius, the introduction of the second aviation hub, art and cultural center ......"

Mr. Yu's face became more and more ugly.

Was it because his people had made the mistake of collecting the wind, or had some external force pushed it hard? Otherwise, why did this plan to renovate the old city, which had been shelved for five or six years, suddenly put it on the agenda?

The dark light flashed under his eyes, and Mr. Yu's neck stiffened, "This ......"

"There was a related meeting in the afternoon, and Mr. Yu must not have received an invitation. ”

Song Mi looked like she was smiling, but there was a hint of coldness in her amber eyes, "I'm a newcomer, why don't I run for Mr. Yu!"

......

With this one, the rest is much smoother.

After a senior management meeting, Song Mi basically put the "paper talk" of the first three months into practice.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, she appeared on time in the Furui Hall of the Baosheng Shuibo Park Hotel, which was the place where the meeting was held.

The public takes the lead, and the place will naturally not be chosen too magnificently, and its significance is to distinguish it from the capitalist style in terms of form.

But in fact, it's all the same.

When Song Mi walked in, it was already full of people, and all parties were talking and laughing.

But another unexpected scene happened, and she recognized the tall figure in the middle of the crowd at a glance.

The man had probably just arrived, and he was circling left and right, and seemed to be at ease.

A few steps further in, a sentence came into her ears, "Lawyer Wen is really young and promising, and he is an undefeated myth in the industry so far!"

"That's it, I've heard that it's almost 1,000 games......

And most of the men's replies were, "You're welcome." ”

"Prizes. ”

It's not too hot, but it's definitely not faulty.

This man is really like gold!

However, the wound on his face, doesn't it matter?

When Song Mi withdrew her gaze, someone next to her happened to greet her, "Mr. Song!"