Shining Stars: First Producer

"President," Assistant Song yelled softly, and at the same time carefully checked all of Song Moran's performance from the corner of his eyes, "The company found someone secretly selling some materials."

Song Moran's smooth movements stopped suddenly. He looked down at the broken handwriting on the document with a blank expression, and then pushed them aside.

"People in the company buy and sell materials?" Song Moran said slowly, with a leisurely tone, "This is not a casual talk."

Assistant Song knew that Song Moran might not be able to believe it for a while. After all, he had been struggling for a long time when he knew it, so he explained softly, "Of course I won't joke about this kind of thing."

Song Moran raised his eyebrows with interest, casually flipping through the things that Assistant Song handed over with one hand, while listening casually to the ins and outs that he told.

"You said someone in the company was discussing me?" Song Moran asked slowly, with a very calm tone, but Assistant Song shrank back involuntarily.

"Yes," Assistant Song said cautiously and softly, "but I have asked them to resign on their own."

"You want to scare chickens and monkeys?" Song Moran heard Assistant Song's plan at once, looked at him with a half smile, and asked.

Under such a smile, Assistant Song always felt a little uncomfortable. He always thought that Song Moran was planning something, and he seemed to be the first victim under his hands soon.

"Did you see it?" Assistant Song stretched out his hand and scratched his hair in embarrassment. He looked very simple and honest, and he didn't look like an elite in ordinary times.

"Let them resign on their own to save face for them?" Song Moran asked again, but this time his tone was not as calm as last time, but as if he was saying something stupid that he couldn't understand.

With Song Moran's meaningful tone, Assistant Song felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but frown and think, but he couldn't find the root cause for a long time.

I have to say that Song Moran looked at Assistant Song still in a daze, felt a little disappointed in his heart, shook his head lightly, and said, "There is nothing wrong with you wanting to make an example of others. You let them quit on their own."

"Although voluntary resignation and dismissal seem to be a relationship between active and passive, do you think they will tell others the root cause of their resignation when they submit their resignation letters?"

"Impossible!" Even if he had never met those people, Song Moran could say firmly, "They may be silent, but it is even more excessive to fabricate something that is not good for the company."

"Will it be like this?" Hearing what Song Moran said, Assistant Song couldn't help being a little embarrassed, but his tone was still unbelievable.

Song Moran glanced at him expressionlessly, and without the slightest bit of warmth made him startled, and immediately woke up from the agitated state just now.

"I understand your concerns," Assistant Song said in a low voice, "I'll turn around and see what they are doing."

"Stop!" Seeing that Assistant Song was about to turn around and leave, Song Moran couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, and shouted angrily.

The originally straight back suddenly stiffened. Assistant Song hesitated for a moment, turned his head in a daze, and asked in a low voice, "President, is there anything else you need?"

He picks up the papers in his hand and shakes them blankly. A thin layer of paper is extremely fragile, but when put together, it can produce unexpected effects.

Hearing the clattering sound like a reminder, I sent a shock, and quickly remembered what was the main reason for my coming.

"I made a mistake," Assistant Song lowered his head gently, without explaining anything.

Song Moran was very satisfied with his attitude, nodded casually, and said, "Deduct one month's bonus."

As if seeing the money flying away from his eyes, Assistant Song couldn't help but twitched in his heart, but on the surface he still maintained the expressionless and calm look just now.

"Go on, how did you find these two people? How did you find them?" Song Moran asked.

"I just found out about these two people by accident," Assistant Song pouted, and continued, "I originally wanted to make up my mind to clean up the atmosphere of gossip in the company, and let people check it out at will. , but I didn’t expect these two people to be so restless, and I jumped out on my own initiative before I found anything.”

"So these two people are not everyone in the company?" Song Moran quickly grasped the point, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Assistant Song still nodded with difficulty and said, "These are just two people who can't calm down. I have a hunch that there are people buried deeper in the company."

Song Moran frowned more and more tightly, stood up, took two steps on the spot, and said in his mouth, "Since we have already investigated this matter, let's keep investigating it. As for the unhealthy tendencies in the company I'll let someone else take over."

Assistant Song, who had already made a plan, couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard Song Moran's understatement, and then nodded as if nothing had happened.

"If you don't have anything else to do, go out to work," Song Moran said nonchalantly, but the action of tapping his fingers on the table showed that he is not in a very good mood now.

The sun is shining outside, most people would only feel the warmth of the sun under such circumstances, but Song Moran could see the dark clouds waiting to block the sun most clearly.

He may have been waiting here for a long time, just waiting for a gust of wind from nowhere to blow it right under the sun.

Song Moran thought maliciously in his mind, but the most likely result is that the dark cloud will be evaporated before reaching the sun, leaving nothing behind. This is the final destination of a cloud.

As soon as he stretched out his hand and pulled down the curtain hanging beside him, Song Moran took one last look at the dark cloud who was still working hard for his dream, then sneered, turned around and sat back in his seat without hesitation.

After sitting in the position of the company's president for such a long time, Song Moran has a kind of arrogance and fearlessness. Since he has already handed over the matter to his subordinates, he won't care about anything.

Otherwise, asking again and again will not only increase the pressure on other people, but also may make them think that they don't believe him at all. This is Song Moran's long-term experience in controlling him.