Overwhelming ladies: Poor young wives come to flop

The luxury car was speeding on the busy road, Yue Qi was sitting in the back seat of the Rolleris, watching the traffic jam through the glass in front of the car, his eyes were full of haze.

Sitting next to him is a stocky man who looks to be in his early 40s, with rosy cheeks and shiny, expensive and ill-fitting accessories. I'm afraid no one will know that he is the only rich man in the world people.

"Ahem, Mr. Yue..." the man opened his mouth, squinting his shrewd eyes, turning his head to look at Yue Qi, hesitant to speak, and from time to time he glanced very reservedly.

Yue Qi's face immediately softened, raised a formulaic smile, turned to the man and said softly: "Director Sun, I understand what you mean."

Director Sun felt as if he had taken a reassurance after listening to Yue Qi's words. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and quickly let go of his sweaty hand.

"As long as Mr. Yue understands." Director Sun smiled like a weasel, and he reached out to touch the leather cushion on the back seat of the car, "Speaking of which, this car is really good to sit on."

"If Director Sun likes it, I will offer it with both hands after it is done." The implication of the surname Sun is easy to understand, and Yue Qi dismissed it a little without a few words.

With such a sentence, Director Sun's goal may have been achieved. He waved his hand and pretended to be polite: "Mr. Yue doesn't need to be so unfamiliar. After the matter is over, do we still need to divide you and me?"

He immediately waved his hand and signaled the driver to stop: "Since this is the case, don't bother me, Mr. Yue, please don't forget things too much, we are now grasshoppers on a rope."

As soon as he finished talking, the car just stopped at the same spot, Yue Qiyin said a few polite words with a sullen face, and when the car door was closed, he punched the car leather cushion with a solid fist.

"The human heart is not enough to swallow the snake." Yue Qi said coldly, loosened his tie, and leaned lazily in the car, holding a cigarette stained with sparks in his pale left hand.

Looking at his face through the smoke, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has a seven-point resemblance to Yue Tingcheng, the only superficial difference is the evil feeling emanating from the two of them.

The driver collected himself and didn't speak. After shaking his hands a few times, he continued to move forward smoothly on the asphalt road. He waited until a crossroads before glancing at Yue Qina through the rearview mirror.

"President, where are you going now?" The driver asked respectfully, turned the car around one after another with his hands, and continued driving.

"Look at those disgusting old men with such sinful faces?" He sneered, and turned to the driver, "Go back to the apartment, you drive the car to wash it, the smell of the old man surnamed Sun smells so bad to me. Headache."

The driver hurriedly turned around and drove Yue Qi towards the apartment.The directors gathered in the box of an entertainment place on the outskirts of the city to play cards had not seen Yue Qi's figure for a long time, and their expressions were all frozen.

"Yue Qi, that bastard, seems to want to get rid of our old bones." The handsome old man leaned on the soft sofa, holding a cigarette obliquely, and said chaotically, "Shunzi, Who can afford it?"

"We can't afford the good cards in Mr. Liu's hand!" Mr. Sun also lived in the house, smiled at Liu Hongwei graciously, sorted out his own cards and put them away.

Hearing this, Liu Hongwei lost all fun, and spread out the last small card in his hand casually, diverting the tepid topic: "When Yue Qi should be beaten, there is no need to be soft-hearted. Those who are soft-hearted and soft-hearted are all women. Zhiren."

"Dong Liu taught you the right lesson." Several directors who followed Dong Liu's lead began to show their loyalty. Liu Hongwei watched them silently, and the corners of his mouth could not be stopped.

Thanks to these old fellows who still insist on causing trouble to others with half a foot in the coffin, Yue Tingcheng's life has been miserable in recent days, and the troubles that have been created over and over again in the company are as high as mountains.

I don't know how many documents from the cooperative company have been piled up on the desk, each of them is about ten centimeters in size, hundreds of them were piled up on the desk, and Yue Tingcheng's handsome face disappeared immediately.

"Lin Qianqian, let me take care of this." Yue Tingcheng looked at the document and spread his hands weakly, nodded his hair and called the little assistant who was silent and even a little smiling.

The assistant's name was Lin Qianqian. She was a girl who graduated from a prestigious school in the Eighth Classics. She was plain-looking but had a solid tongue and iron-blooded methods that made people smack their tongues.

According to the fact that she has such a shallow seniority, it is flattery to be able to hold an official position next to the president. If she is exposed, she will definitely be gossiped by the group of little girls in the company.

But now there is a special situation, the group of old people who are usually around Yue Tingcheng has been shuffled by him, and more than half of them have been shuffled. It just so happens that Lin Qianqian belongs to the former.

Lin Qianqian looked at the documents on the table without raising her eyebrows, and just stretched out her hand to do something reckless. She calmly cleaned up her mouth and did not forget to mutter.

"According to today's schedule, Mr. Yue needs to meet with shareholders in half an hour. In the evening, there will be a dinner with the partner company, and there will be two emergency meetings in the evening."

"Push it off." Yue Tingcheng refused without raising his head. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at his watch and said, "I still have something to do at night, so I will hand over these documents to you, and the salary will be raised at the end of the month."

"Thank you, Mr. Yue first." Lin Qianqian pushed her black-rimmed eyes indifferently, picked up a batch of documents and sat down to review them. Jump chug.

All the good order of the company has fallen into chaos. Some troublemakers were found in the finance department on the front foot, and a group of eyeliners were found in the personnel department on the back foot.

I don't know how many times I repeated it back and forth, those eyeliners are like grass, and the spring breeze is blowing again. I am very upset, but I can't find any good means.

At this stage, the situation is basically irreversible. Even relying on Yue Tingcheng's ability to turn decay into magic, it may take time to face these destructive things.

Misfortunes never come singly, a few days passed in such a muddle, Yue Tingcheng sat in the company when he had nothing to do, and started to remove some eyeliners by nature, although the effect was not obvious.

Qi Haoyang's phone call was followed by a urging paper talisman. When Yue Tingcheng hung up the phone from the French window and walked back, his face was more than ten times darker than when he went.

"Mr. Yue, the documents..." As soon as Lin Qianqian handed over the documents in his hand, Yue Tingcheng turned around abruptly and threw the plastic folder straight onto the table.

No matter how powerful Lin Qianqian was, she was still a little girl who had never seen the world. She was startled and tried her best to hide her panic: "Mr. Yue, this is an urgent document."

How could Yue Tingcheng listen to Lin Qianqian's words, his face darkened, thinking of Zhao Qingluo's current situation where there was no one, no ghosts, the veins on his forehead had already started to bulge, but finally calmed down.

"A meeting of all departments and directors will be held, and all those who are not in the meeting room will be fired after half an hour." Yue Tingcheng put his hands in the windbreaker pockets outside his suit, and walked straight out through the frosted glass door, leaving behind a servant's back.

MK Group meeting room.Yue Ting sat on the main seat, his eyes coldly glanced at the high-level staff sitting in front of him, and the director on the other hand who was about to stir up trouble.

The opening remarks of the meeting were boring. Yue Tingcheng repeatedly emphasized the company's future progress and plans in a formulaic way, as if he wanted to create a pretty good future for everyone, but the results were not satisfactory.

He suddenly changed his tone, and his tone became tense: "But you have also seen the company's recent situation. It is difficult to return to the previous prosperity. In order to prevent this situation from deteriorating, I, as the company's top decision-maker, Decide--"

There was no sound at all, no one knew what Yue Tingcheng was going to say behind the scenes, but everyone's expressions became serious, and those who were nearby could even hear the heavy breathing of the people around them.

As for Yue Tingcheng, it was as if they were trying to wheedle their appetite. He waited until everyone's suspicion turned into a pool of stagnant water, and then slowly uttered two words: "Layoffs."

The two words immediately caused an uproar, and the senior executives below felt very uncomfortable, and pursed their lips and wanted to say something to Yue Tingcheng, but they were not very flattering.

The directors also started to feel restless, but unlike the executives' sense of crisis, their worries always carry some vague and unspeakable things.

Silence is golden, none of the executives made a sound, but for those extremely distorted reasons in their hearts, the directors began to be unconvinced and openly provoked in the conference room.

"Boss Yue's actions like this are too absolute." A small director prevaricates with a haha, with imperceptible fear on his face, just like the reappearance of those ancient kings who sympathized with people's power.

"Cut the grass but don't get rid of the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates." Yue Tingcheng's voice was faint and smiling, "Mu Dong is also a businessman, won't he be uneasy if he keeps his mind on big troubles, or is there some other reason?"

The intention of probing couldn't be more obvious. Mu Dong and Yue Tingcheng, who had been a little beating in their hearts, died down, and the flames of war between the two sides were extinguished in an instant.

Yue Tingcheng's words may have served as a warning to the monkeys. Even Liu Hongwei, a giant inside, had to stop for a while, and the situation was slowly changing between flashes and flashes.

Then Yue Tingcheng made a partial list of the layoffs. At first glance, the mermaids and fishes in it didn't have much similarity at first glance, and even the thorns in some departments couldn't escape the layoffs this time.

But these are mixed feelings in the minds of some directors. There are a total of more than a hundred of these people, including all the eyeliners they have planted.

If this is regarded as a coincidence, it is really a coincidence. There are thousands of people in the company, and the number of layoffs remains at about half, and the eyeliners are all in the middle of the term.

This once-in-a-thousand-year scene just happened here. The director felt itchy in his heart but he was too angry to speak out. He casually followed Yue Tingcheng to talk nonsense, and what could pass would pass.