mu yichen waved his hand. " let's take a ten-minute break. let's think about it carefully! "
then, without waiting for anyone's response, he picked up his phone and walked out of the meeting room.
when they saw mu yichen's back disappearing behind the door, the senior executives finally realized that they were saved!
he heaved a sigh of relief, but he was also a little confused.
zhuo feng's calm face prompted many people to ask him.
"special assistant zhuo, what's going on? why did the president just leave like that?"
"yes, in the past, the president never picked up the phone during meetings, even if the chairman called in person. what happened today?"
" could it be a very, very important client? "
zhuo feng smiled mysteriously. " he's really, really important, but he's not a client ... "
"not a client?" the executives were all confused.
zhuo feng nodded. " yes, not a client. to be more precise, she should be considered ... our president's superior!"