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Shengyu Building. .kingho

President's office with attached lounge.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, a housekeeper came in to clean the president's office, and the noise woke up the man sleeping in the lounge.

Fu Changye stood up, Shen Leng frowned slightly.

When he came out of the small apartment in Xincheng last night, he didn't go back to Fujiazhong.

Secretary Jin drove the handcuffed Fu Changye to the company, and then went to the 24-hour convenience store to buy a large vise.

In order to get the meager one-third of the remaining year-end bonus, Secretary Jin toiled for a long time with a large vise.

Holding back a laugh, he cut off the annoying handcuffs that Director Gu put on Mr. Fu's hands.

When Mr. Fu untied him, Secretary Jin felt very regretful.

The silver handcuffs gleamed in Mr. Fu's big hands, and they matched well.

Fu Changye got up. He went to bed too late last night and didn't get enough sleep. The old man had a feeling of getting out of bed.

He rubbed his brows, his head felt a little heavy and his face looked ugly.

On a winter night, I sat on the stairs last night, wearing thin clothes and sitting for almost an hour. I caught the wind and cold, and now the old man is a little hot.

Fu Changye took out a cigarette and a lighter from the side of the big bed. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case very slowly, lit it, and handed the thin lip cigarette to him.

He took a deep drag on the cigarette, his eyes knowing.

Thinking about what to do

The old man thought that the little benefactor would not be so cruel, but in the end, the little bastard didn't open the door for him and threw all his things out. It seemed that he was really annoyed.

This time, it's probably not something that can be done with just some coaxing.

Fu Changye's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and he felt irritated and had a bad feeling.

At this time, the phone next to me vibrated.Fu Changye picked up.

The call came from Secretary Jin. Secretary Jin said cautiously: "Mr. Fu, are you up?"

After seeing Mr. Fu's joke last night, Secretary Jin felt that he should be careful about his words and actions now.

Who knows whether Mr. Fu will remember what happened last night and give him some shoes.

Fu Changye's eyes closed, and in the morning his magnetic voice said lazily: "Something's wrong."

"Mr. Fu, the news you asked me to publish yesterday was stuck in the Public Relations Department and was not sent out."

Fu Changye held the cigarette between his slender index and middle fingers. When he heard this, he suddenly exerted force, and veins popped up on the back of his hand. He asked coldly: "What's going on?"

"this"

Secretary Jin gritted his teeth and said hesitantly for a few seconds, "It was the old man's order."

"Old man," the man's dark eyes suddenly flashed with ferocity, and the moment passed. He closed his eyes hard, opened them, and said calmly: "I know. I'll get up now. You will come to my office in twenty minutes." "

hang up the phone.

Fu Changye stared at a point of nothingness in the air with dark eyes, took a long drag on his cigarette, and casually stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

He got up from the bed, took a shower, changed his clothes, dressed neatly, and left the lounge.

The president's office has been cleaned and cleaned.

Secretary Kim is waiting outside.

Guessing that it was almost time, Secretary Jin knocked on the door.

"Come in." The man's voice was deep, with a hint of irritation and anger.

Secretary Jin opened the door and went in.

The man sat lazily on the boss's chair, with stern features and a pale expression, and said, "What's going on? Tell me in detail."

"I went to the Public Relations Department yesterday and asked the Public Relations Minister to publish news that you have nothing to do with Xiang Tianhou. The Public Relations Minister said that he could not publish it without Mr. Fu's order."

Secretary Jin briefly talked about what happened yesterday.

Fu Changye's dark eyes fell indifferently on Secretary Jin: "Since it can't be sent out, why didn't you tell me immediately yesterday?"

""Secretary Jin paused, wondering whether to tell the truth, "This"

Jin Lin had been with Fu Changye for a while, and Fu Changye's eyes fell sharply on him: "I still want to have my year-end bonus deducted."

"Mr. Fu." Secretary Jin succumbed to the shameless CEO Fu's power and spoke tremblingly:

"I wanted to report it to you immediately yesterday, but it was not appropriate for Queen Xiang to come to you. Then you went back to Director Gu, and I thought I couldn't disturb you at that time. I will pick you up later."

I saw Mr. Fu being handcuffed and walking a bird in the middle of the night. The big bird was so pitiful, it was frozen.

Could he say it at that time?

"" Fu Changye narrowed his eyes, pulled out a faint smile on his thin lips and looked at Secretary Jin: "So, it's still my fault."

"No, no, no, it's all my fault, it's all my fault."

Secretary Jin was very polite, but the CEO was angry that he was not doing well. He consciously took the blame immediately and smiled flatteringly, "How could it be your fault, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Changye looked away lightly, tapping his slender fingers on the table.

The knocking sound was like hitting the eardrum of Secretary Jin’s heart.

Mr. Fu looks so cold and solemn now, which is scary.

Secretary Jin stood one meter away from the desk, watching Fu Changye half-closed his eyes, as if thinking.

After a while, Fu Changye's indifferent eyes fell on Secretary Jin again. His tone was calm and he asked: "Who is in charge of the public relations department now?"

Secretary Jin replied: "Du Weisheng."

"Du Weisheng." Fu Changye frowned and thought for a while. He had no impression of this man in his mind. "This man belongs to the old man."

Secretary Jin quickly replied: "Du Weisheng was promoted by Mr. Fu. I heard that his mother was still ill at home at that time. The old man promoted him from a paparazzi reporter position to this position. He is grateful to the old man and loyal to him."

"Loyal"

Fu Changye narrowed his black eyes and smiled indifferently, "He is indeed very loyal. Since he is loyal to the old man, he wants to repay him. The old man is half-dead in Fu's house now, why don't he go to Fu's house to serve him and still stay here."

Secretary Jin shut up and didn't dare to speak anymore.

Whatever Mr. Fu said about the old man, he was a servant and had no right to interrupt.

Fu Changye's handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, thinking of something, he sat upright and leaned lazily.

He took the intercom phone, pressed a number, and dialed.

The person on the other end answered the phone, and Fu Changye ordered in a cold and low-pitched voice: "Du Weisheng, the director of the public relations department, settle his salary so that he doesn't have to come back again."

The head of the human resources department received a call from the president and was surprised to hear such an instruction again.

Afraid that he had heard wrongly, the director of the personnel department confirmed again and asked: "Mr. Fu, are you saying that Du Weisheng, the director of the public relations department, is going to be fired today?"

"Not today." Fu Changye said coldly in a mature voice, "It's now, right away."

The director of the Human Resources Department responded: "I understand, Mr. Fu, we'll get it done right away."

Fu Changye gave the order in a very simple way. Secretary Jin heard it and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Fu, if you do this, will the old man have any objection to you?"

Fu Changye smiled indifferently on his thin lips: "The old man will call you later."

"Then you still"

Fu Changye's deep eyes burst out with disdain, like clear ink and glass, and he smiled indifferently but did not answer.

really.

It took less than ten minutes for Fu Changye to call the personnel department to fire the head of the public relations department.

Fu Changye's cell phone on the desk vibrated immediately.

Fu Changye picked up the phone with his big hand and glanced at the caller ID, but didn't answer it immediately.

He let his cell phone buzz and vibrate. He leaned on the back of the boss's chair with his tall and straight body. The outer buttons of his suit were unbuttoned, and his navy blue shirt was slightly wrinkled. He showed the charm of a mature and steady man.

After more than ten seconds, when the phone was about to hang up, I swiped with my long finger.

He picked up the phone unhurriedly: "Old man. I have something to do."

As soon as he heard Fu Changye's call, Mr. Fu immediately asked: "Boss, what do you want to do? Remove Du Weisheng's position as head of the public relations department for no reason."

Fu Changye asked in an understatement: "Old man, don't you know best why I removed Du Weisheng from his post?"

Mr. Fu frowned for a moment, then said in an old voice: "You are just angry because of yesterday's news. If you have any anger, you should come at me. Du Weisheng just listened to my words and published the news. This is none of his business."

"Why is it none of his business?"

Fu Changye asked calmly, with a look of anger on his brows, and said softly: "If he didn't listen to you, would you stab me in the back?"

"Boss, I am your father, and everything I do is for your own good."

Mr. Fu felt uncomfortable after hearing this and scolded him coldly, "What do you mean by stabbing you? Have you ever spoken to your father like that?"

Even through the phone, Fu Changye could feel Mr. Fu's anger.

Fu Changye seemed not to feel any of his emotions, and felt a little uncomfortable. He pressed his temples with his slender fingers.

After the old man finished speaking, he spoke coldly, with a cold and strong tone:

"Old man, when I took over Shengyu, I only changed people in a few important departments. The public relations department publishes news and does public relations. I didn't want to change it. But you have published this kind of news this time and you have to drag the matter into it. On my head, Du Weisheng belongs to you, it’s useless for me to order him.”

No matter what Mr. Fu wanted to say, Fu Changye's sharp eyes flashed out and he continued to say indifferently: "But now I have the most shares in Shengyu and I have the most power. I think I want to change someone without your consent."

"Boss, you are not resigning Du Weisheng because the news involves your personal affairs." Mr. Fu was speechless for a while, and the boss's wings stiffened. He couldn't say that he couldn't control it, and thinking that the goal might have been achieved, Mr. Fu asked tentatively: "The little actor next to you saw the news and made trouble with you."

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