Yan Nansheng frowned and suddenly smashed a fist on the conference table, startling the finance director who was speaking across him into a shudder, terrified he had made another mistake, "Pres, President, may I ask what's...?"
Yan Nansheng lifted his eyes and spoke in a deep voice, "Continue."
"Yes!" The finance director immediately breathed a sigh of relief and continued to talk animatedly against the PPT.
The others couldn't help but start to sneak glances at Yan Nansheng and eventually came to a conclusion: the president was zoning out!
Although Yan Nansheng's eyes were fixed on the PPT, he didn't blink for a long time, clearly drifting off in thought.
What was going on now?
Everyone had their suspicions.
Suddenly, a ringtone from a cell phone interrupted the silence.
