Young master, your vest fell off

Fu Miaomiao could tell that grandpa was very satisfied with Situ Han, maybe it was because Situ Han stood up yesterday that grandpa was relieved to hand her over to Situ Han.

But Fu Miaomiao still wanted to complain about Situ Han. No matter how much she begged him last night, he refused to let her sleep. She was so tired that her body was about to collapse, but he was fine. He went to work refreshed in the morning.

Fu Miaomiao pouted, chatted with grandpa for a while, and then went to eat.

When we arrived at the company, it was already twelve o'clock.

Li Nian couldn't help laughing at Fu Miaomiao, "Boss, are you taking it easy?"

Fu Miaomiao looked up and glanced at Li Nian, "Who said I'm fine? Did Yang Mingyu come to see me this morning?"

Li Nian shook his head.

Fu Miaomiao snorted coldly, "Does he want to be a bastard now? The military order has been issued, and he still wants to pretend to be dead."

As Fu Miaomiao spoke, she yawned again.

"Still sleepy? What time did you go to bed last night?" Li Nian muttered.

Fu Miaomiao pretended not to hear, and asked Li Nian to make an appointment for a meeting room, and then notified him to hold a meeting.

It happened that there was no meeting between one and two in the afternoon, so Li Nian made an appointment at this time.

Fu Miaomiao rested for a while, then got up and went to the meeting room.

Everyone is here, the same people as yesterday.

Fu Miaomiao glanced at everyone, intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Yang Mingyu, raised her eyebrows and smiled, and sat down.

There was silence in the conference room.

Fu Miaomiao smiled with a carefree expression, "Everyone is here, let's start."

Director Qian said, "General Manager, is there something wrong?"

Fu Miaomiao laughed lightly and looked at Yang Mingyu without saying a word.

Yang Mingyu's gaze was always on the table, and he also felt the gaze of Fu Miaomiao and everyone else. It was not until the atmosphere in the meeting room was extremely awkward that he raised his eyes to meet Fu Miaomiao's gaze.

Fu Miaomiao smiled innocently and her voice was soft, without a trace of attack power, "Vice President Yang, I think you should know what the topic of today's meeting is, right?"

Yang Mingyu: "..."

After the press conference started yesterday, Fu Miaomiao left the conference room.

He watched the entire press conference, and only then did he know that Fu Miaomiao beat up Sun Shupeng. Not only that, but this woman also found evidence that Fu Yan'er bought Sun Shupeng.

It turned out that she had been prepared for a long time, no wonder she was so confident and dared to issue a military order in public.

This is simply the trap that Fu Miaomiao set for him.

Yang Mingyu's face became gloomy, and his voice was heavy, "General manager, if you want me to go, just say so, there's no need to beat around the bush."

Fu Miaomiao was amused by Yang Mingyu's words, "I want you to go? Vice President Yang, did you remember wrongly? But you tried every means to squeeze me out. Are you a pig? How could you beat me up? gone?"

"You..." Yang Mingyu choked, his expression turned extremely ugly.

He gritted his teeth and asked again: "Then what do you want?"

Fu Miaomiao just shrugged indifferently, "I didn't think about it, but I wanted to see what Vice President Yang thought. Anyway, the military order has been issued, isn't it?"

When Fu Miaomiao said this, she continued without waiting for Yang Mingyu to speak: "Of course, this military order is established, and Vice President Yang can go back on it. I don't care. Anyway, I am not the one who loses face. I am a bastard. It's not me either, is it?"

"You..." Yang Mingyu stood up abruptly, his face turning green and pale.

Fu Miaomiao blinked innocently, "Vice President Yang, what's wrong with me?"

Yang Mingyu gritted his teeth, unable to speak.

Fu Miaomiao's expression became more and more innocent, with a hint of confusion, "Am I questioning your ability to work and trying to get you to leave? Or am I impeaching you together with everyone... Oh no, the word impeachment cannot be used for you With me here, you are not at that level, are you?"

Yang Mingyu was so angry that he almost vomited blood, Fu Miaomiao withdrew his gaze coldly, and spoke again, his voice was already a little colder, "Okay, let's not talk much, in front of the leaders of the company today, I will ask Vice President Yang again, Is this military order still valid?"

Hearing this, the muscles on Yang Mingyu's face were trembling, and he gritted his teeth tightly, but didn't speak.

Fu Miaomiao also stopped talking.

Seeing that the meeting room fell into a moment of silence again, Director Qian said at this moment: "General Manager, look, Vice President Yang has made a lot of contributions to the company in all these years. The matter was a bit too sudden, and the company's personnel transfer also needs to be requested from the superior."

Others also began to speak, "Yes, our current leadership team has been finalized. If Vice President Yang leaves, this stable structure will be broken."

Of the two people speaking, one is Director Qian, and the other Fu Miaomiao also understands that both of them are really thinking about the company.

She has been in the company for so many years, whether she is the general manager now or an Internet celebrity in the past, she knows who is a human and who is a ghost in the company.

Both of them are right, it's just...

Fu Miaomiao chuckled, "Of course I understand these reasons, but if Vice President Yang insists on taking the blame and resigning, I have no objection."

Yang Mingyu finally made a sound, "Fu Miaomiao, what did I do wrong? Even if I questioned you before, it was because I was worried about the company."

Fu Miaomiao blinked coldly, and looked directly at Yang Mingyu, her calm gaze seemed to have an invisible shock, "You are nothing, you just made me feel bad. If I am in a bad mood, just I don’t want to work, I don’t want to work, then you say that the operation of the entire company...how about handing it over to Vice President Yang, okay?"

Yang Mingyu sneered, "Do you think the company is really run by your family? Can you stop working if you are in a bad mood?"

Hearing this, a sneer appeared on Fu Miaomiao's lips. She stared at Yang Mingyu for a while, but Yang Mingyu turned a blind eye and sat there without speaking.

Fu Miaomiao slowly withdrew the smile on her lips, opened her red lips slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Vice President Yang, from the beginning of the meeting to the present, you haven't even said a word of apology. I think I can't work with people like you. I'm sorry, one of us has to leave today, so let's leave it to the higher-ups to decide."

After speaking, Fu Miaomiao got up and left.

Behind him, Yang Mingyu's very confident voice sounded, "Okay, I don't believe it. I have been in the company for so many years and have made so many contributions to the company. The superiors will protect you but not me."

Fu Miaomiao didn't speak any more, but quickened her pace and returned to the office.

After a while, Director Qian and He Cong came over.

The two sat down opposite Fu Miaomiao, and He Cong spoke first: "Miaomiao, you are too capricious, how can you say such things casually?"

Director Qian also said: "Yes, although Vice President Yang's position is not very high, but he has been in the company for so many years, and the superiors are very satisfied with him."