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Fu's Group, Goldman Sachs' scalps are a little tight, nothing else, today's president is in a bad mood visible to the naked eye.

In the past, he had a cold and expressionless face, but today his whole body was covered with cold air, and the president's office could freeze to death.

But fortunately, he has long been used to the high pressure from the president. As long as he is a little more careful, he can barely handle it, but the senior management of the Fu Group is not so lucky.

In the past few months since the president took over, some people in the Fu Group have been dissatisfied. Relying on the support of Fu Mingbo and Fu Lin, many of the president's orders are obedient and perfunctory.

As soon as the president arrived today, he was asked to notify all the executives for a meeting, and Fu Lin, the general manager, was also there.

In the conference room, Fu Lin and Fu Rongyuan sat at opposite ends of each other, facing each other from a distance. Fu Lin was addicted to cigarettes, and he was still very big, but Fu Rongyuan was not allowed to smoke in the conference room. The tip of the pen tapped on the table, and the voice was smoky and hoarse:

"The morning meeting is held in such a hurry, and no one is prepared. How do you want us to report?"

Everyone held their breaths and focused. Everyone understood the truth that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, but Mr. Fu went the other way and put the only seedling of the big house in the position of president. Doesn't it make it clear that the two are going to compete for the position?
These executives must stand in line, support whoever does not support whom or who does not support, and they must put it up. If they stand right, they will be brilliant in the future. If they stand wrong, they will change jobs. That's why most people chose to support Fu Lin. , not for anything else, just because even if Fu Lin didn't get the position of Fu's president, Fu Mingbo's Borui Group was still there, so he wouldn't have nothing to eat.

When Fu Lin became dissatisfied, his supporters naturally began to jump out:
"Yes, Mr. Fu, the regular meeting usually starts at 10:30, why did it suddenly change so early today? I just arrived at the company."

"How can the company's rules be changed at will? Even if we want to change, we should say hello and make an announcement in advance, so that we are not ready for the meeting, and we are just wasting everyone's time."

"Yes."

"That's right."

Goldman Sachs looked at the dissatisfaction of the several people sitting on both sides, lowered his eyes, looked at his nose, nose and heart, and waited intently for the order from the president in front of him, for fear that they would be too noisy and make him miss Fu Rongyuan's order.

Fu Rongyuan's dark eyes in the first seat coldly glanced at the dissatisfied executives, and the powerful deterrent force forced them to shut up.

The first rule of the meeting room: No noise is allowed.

Fu Rongyuan's eyes finally stayed on Fu Lin who was facing him, his thin lips lifted, and his tone was cold without any ups and downs:

"I'm here today not for you to report, but to inform everyone sitting here."

In a word, the people present were silent, and they dared not express their opinions.

The word notification has only two meanings in large companies.

Either it's a reward, or it's a punishment.

All the people present were senior executives, and they knew nothing about the company's situation. The company's recent situation was nothing worthy of commendation.

Fu Rongyuan leaned back slightly, and ordered:
"Let them see for themselves."

Goldman Sachs nodded, and respectfully stepped forward to operate the computer. Soon, a PPT appeared on the projection behind Fu Lin.

"Marketing Department Director Zhao Wenxiang took advantage of a female employee's drunkenness to rule her female subordinate Wang Youzhi, took indecent photos of her and threatened her not to call the police, and repeatedly molested Wang Youzhi on the grounds of working overtime...

Qian Duoliang, the director of the public relations department, has three mistresses. He is suspected of opening the back door for the mistresses for personal gain. He arranged positions for the three in the Fu family. The three are in the marketing department, the marketing department, and the public relations department.

Wang Xiaochun, head of the Purchasing Department, has received kickbacks in the name of purchasing many times. His wife’s car was given by the supplier in the name of a lottery, worth 40 yuan. Price contract..."

Every time a picture is changed on the PPT, it is replaced with evidence of a senior executive.

While controlling the PPT, Goldman Sachs read the faults of these people with no expression on his face. Every time he read a sentence, Fu Lin's face darkened a little. He didn't look back, and knew that the evidence was absolutely true.

Fu Rongyuan has been tepid in the past few months since he took office, and he leaves work on time every day. He thought that he was really not interested in the position of President Fu, but it turned out that he was collecting evidence and wanted to take down his people in one fell swoop.

"enough."

Fu Lin broke the penholder in his hand at once, and his face was distorted with anger:

"Even if there is solid evidence, this kind of thing should be investigated separately. Why should it be announced in such a public place? This involves the personal privacy of employees."

Fu Rongyuan raised his hand, and Gao Sheng immediately shut up.

"Personal privacy? In the heart of General Manager Fu, molesting female colleagues in the company, placing mistresses for personal gain, embezzlement and bribery are all employees' private affairs? Doesn't General Manager Fu know that if any of these orders are exposed, it will damage the reputation of the group. Seriously damaged? Or is it normal for General Manager Fu to think that these are insignificant? "

Fu Rongyuan's voice was not high, but the chill was evident, and everyone was beating drums in their hearts.

No one is perfect, and no one will feel better if they pick their bones.

The PPT is not finished yet, who knows if the next one will be me.

Fu Lin was very angry. These crimes were indeed serious. No matter how powerful he was, he would not be able to keep these people today.

Fu Rongyuan glanced faintly at Zhao Wenxiang:
"The police are already waiting in the reception room, go away."

When Zhao Wenxiang heard this, his eyes immediately darkened.

The other executives are all in danger.

Fu Rongyuan actually acted so ruthlessly that he directly let people into the game without even leaving the other party with mental preparation?

Fu Rongyuan didn't care about this, let the bodyguard drag Zhao Wenxiang away, and then looked at Qian Duoliang:
"Four termination contracts are in your office."

Fry four at once, I'm rough.

Everyone was waiting for what would happen to Wang Xiaochun next, but they heard a cell phone ringing.

It's Fu Rongyuan's cell phone.

He stopped talking and picked up his phone.

The other party sent a video message, Fu Rongyuan stood up, and lightly ordered: "The meeting will be suspended for 10 minutes."

Standing behind Fu Rongyuan, Goldman Sachs was very clear about the video call from Luo Wanxing that the president just answered.

10 minutes is definitely not long in the usual way, but for Wang Xiaochun at this moment, seconds seem like years.

He took back the kickback, it's still so much money, he will definitely end up being fired, should he ask himself to resign now?Save some face?
Outside, on the screen of the phone, Luo Wanxing had a smile on his face:

"Honey, did you sneeze just now?"

The icy chill around Fu Rongyuan seemed to be warmed by the girl's smile:
"No."

The girl frowned in annoyance:

"No? How is it possible? I missed you so much just now, didn't you feel it?"