Pretending to be bankrupt, I was kicked out of the family chat group

Such details may be part of Ye Yumo's success.

She knows how to balance work and interpersonal relationships, and how to maintain her own principles and direction in a complex and ever-changing business environment.

All this is perfectly reflected through a simple and practical market response report.

Ye Yumo sits in her gorgeous office, with high ceilings and expensive oil paintings hanging on the walls.

Her desk is filled with various high-tech electronic equipment, but at this moment, her attention is focused on the window, as if she can see the direction of the future business war in the distant sky.

"You may need this." Jin Ling'er broke the quiet atmosphere softly, walked in with a cup of coffee in her hand, and placed it in front of Ye Yumo's table.

Ye Yumo turned his head and took the coffee with a smile, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Thank you, Jin Ling'er."

Jin Ling'er responded with the same smile, and then quietly exited the office, as if a breeze had blown by, leaving no trace.

Ye Yumo stirred the liquid in the coffee cup, her sharp eyes revealing a complicated emotion.

The aroma of coffee seemed to evoke her endless reverie about the future battle situation.

She glanced out the window again. The sky began to become gloomy at some point, and dark clouds gathered together, as if foreshadowing something.

The smile on Ye Yumo's lips gradually deepened, and she seemed to see countless possibilities in the coming storm.

"This war has just begun." She whispered to herself, seeming to encourage herself and warning herself that there is still a long way to go.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated and an instant message popped up.

It was from one of her business partners: "I heard that you have reached a temporary settlement, congratulations! But this war has just begun, so be careful and take precautions."

Ye Yumo smiled softly, put down her phone, and then looked at the steaming cup of coffee, as if it was telling her that even though it seemed calm now, a storm was coming.

Ye Yumo took a sip of coffee, and the slightly bitter taste and the heat of the coffee flowed into her heart.

She felt as if she was integrated with everything, and an indescribable peace of mind came over her.

"If everything is so ordinary, what's the point?" she whispered to herself again.

At this moment, Ye Yumo felt as if she was standing on the cusp of the storm. Every decision could trigger a chain reaction, but it was this uncertainty that made her feel extremely excited.

She picked up her phone again and began browsing various business reports and analysis articles, trying to find any clues or inspiration.

But she knows that the real war is fought in the real world.

"Let this happen more violently." She said this softly, as if she was throwing a coin into the coming storm. This coin may be good luck or bad luck, but no matter the result No matter what, Ye and Mo are both ready to face it.

Just like the cup of coffee in front of her, although it was slightly bitter, it was endlessly memorable.

Ye Yumo looked at the sky outside the window with a smile, knowing in his heart that this war had just begun.

Ye and Mo were sitting in Yanjing's high-end conference room, wearing a simple but tasteful suit.

The stock price curve displayed on the projector fell rapidly like a diver, but she remained calm and smiled.

This smile is like a ray of sunshine in winter, secretly filled with confidence and determination.

The secretary assistant Liao Haoyu beside him stared at the screen closely, feeling nervous.

He rubbed his hands slightly uneasily and asked softly: "What should we do, Mr. Ye? Ma Huateng is so cruel. It seems like we are in trouble."

Ye Yumo gently rotated the pen in his hand and slowly spit out one word: "Wait."

At this moment, the door of the conference room slowly opened, and a secretary in a crisp suit walked in pushing a dining cart with exquisite black tea and snacks on it.

"Please use your black tea slowly." The secretary put down the black tea as much as possible without disturbing the atmosphere, and then silently exited the conference room.

Ye Yumo nodded slightly without looking away from the screen, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"This is just the beginning, let them see our trump card." She said this, calmly picked up the black tea and took a sip.

Liao Haoyu's heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, but Ye Yumo's calmness and confidence gradually calmed him down.

"Mr. Ye, what should we do now?"

Ye Yumo put down the black tea cup and looked up at Liao Haoyu, as if he had penetrated his heart at this moment.

"Simple, let them know that we set the rules of this game. Money is important, but it is not the only weapon..."

She almost said this with the corner of her mouth, as if she had an extraordinary grasp of the upcoming battle situation.

Most of the haze in Liao Haoyu's heart was blown away. He straightened his waist slightly, as if he felt an invisible force supporting him behind his back.

"Understood, Mr. Ye."

Ye Yumo opened the laptop on the desktop and quickly typed on the keyboard a few times.

A carefully prepared PPT immediately appeared on the screen, titled "Next Step Strategic Planning."

She smiled and said: "Since they like to play, let's make the game more interesting."

Liao Haoyu couldn't help but smile when he saw the first page of the PPT.

It turned out that Mr. Ye had already prepared a countermeasure and was just waiting for the right time.

Ye Yumo glanced at him, "Do you think I won't be prepared?" Although her voice was calm, it revealed an indescribable power.

Liao Haoyu immediately shook his head, "No, I never doubted you."

Ye Yumo smiled again, this time the smile was brighter than before.

"So, let's get started.

A gripping game may be just what we need. "

The two people's eyes were focused on the projector screen again, but this time, their faces were filled with an unusual light.

It seemed as if the coming storm was just an episode in their lives, and victory was already within their reach.

Ye Yumo's hand gently landed on the mouse and clicked to enter the next PPT.

At this moment, everything seemed to no longer matter, only the battle that was about to unfold was full of infinite possibilities and surprises.

The air in the conference room seemed to be frozen, and there was an invisible pressure in every corner.

On the large mirror-like table, laptops and documents were stacked into a hill, making it look very chaotic, just like the situation Yumo Group is facing now.

It's a little messy, but it's likely to be sorted out in a short time.

Every file goes where it's supposed to go.