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If the boss is wrong, refer to the previous sentence.
"Come on, let's go home."
Zhao Fusheng laughed lightly, and said to Liu Yiming.
The two walked away from the Future Group, and the convoy headed home.
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Chapter 484 Return
Zhao Fusheng's refusal of the budget of the diving team and the badminton team, in his opinion, is really nothing.
At his level, sometimes doing things really depends on his mood.
After returning home and playing with the child for a while, Zhao Fusheng took a rest.
In the next day, Liu Yiming arranged the sponsorship according to his instructions.
"No, is this what the chairman meant?"
The people in the public relations department looked at Liu Yiming in surprise and asked.
Obviously, they didn't quite believe it.
No way, this is too ridiculous.
It is normal for sponsors to reward athletes, and this is not the case in other companies.
What's more, Huo Daheng will give bonuses to those athletes who win the championship every time in the Olympic Games.
But like Zhao Fusheng, they are treated differently, and contrary to others, it is the first time they have heard of the sponsorship of niche projects.
It is said that the boss of his company is different from most people, and now it seems that this is really the case.
How can anyone play like this!
"Of course the chairman meant it."
Liu Yiming frowned. The people in the public relations department seemed to have lived a leisurely life for too long, and they dared to question the chairman's words.
Thinking of this, he simply dialed Xue Yuanfang's cell phone.
"Mr. Xue, the chairman asked me to convey his instructions. The people below..."
Liu Yiming was not polite, and directly told Xue Yuanfang the whole story, and finally said: "I have already conveyed the situation, and I think Mr. Xue should handle the rest personally."
As Zhao Fusheng's secretary, Liu Yiming must maintain Zhao Fusheng's majesty at any time.
If it's just his own face being lost, that's all.
But when Zhao Fusheng was involved, Liu Yiming knew very well that he could not take a step back.
On the other side of the phone, Xue Yuanfang's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.
The public relations department has always been the most laid-back department in the entire Future Group. As a minister, he is not usually in the company, and the people under him are used to being loose.
Normally, Xue Yuanfang didn't bother to say anything, but today, this group of people dared to make fun of Zhao Fusheng's order!
Holding someone else's job, but also sneering at what they said.
Who gave you the courage?
Liang Jingru?
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this."
Xue Yuanfang said to Liu Yiming.
"Well."
Liu Yiming nodded and hung up the phone.
Then, without even looking at the group of people, he turned and left.
A moment later, the phone of the leader among those people rang, and as soon as it was connected, Xue Yuanfang's angry roar came from inside.
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"You."
It was already two days after Zhao Fusheng knew about this, Xue Yuanfang dealt with the group of people, and called Zhao Fusheng again to explain.
After all, this is his responsibility, and he always needs to give an explanation to Zhao Fusheng.
Zhao Fusheng didn't care, but he was very satisfied with the way Liu Yiming handled this matter.
At least, Liu Yiming knew when to be tough.
"Miss Dong is back from Korea, do you want to meet her?"
Liu Yiming remembered something and asked Zhao Fusheng.
"It's pretty fast."
Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "Call her and let her come over."
After all, Dong Chenxi went to South Korea with a mission, and she stayed there for a long time. Zhao Fusheng definitely wanted to communicate with her.
Soon, Dong Chenxi received a call from Liu Yiming and rushed to the headquarters of Future Group.
"How about it, isn't it fun to travel at public expense?"
Looking at Dong Chenxi, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said.
"Ha ha……"
Hearing this sentence, Dong Chenxi sneered: "When you said this sentence, were you particularly afraid of thunder from the sky?"
thunder?
Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized what she meant.
He laughed and waved his hands again and again: "I didn't mean that, you said it yourself."
"Lazy to care about you."
