Wen Zhengrong left, and Fan Qian hurriedly spoke up, "Chairman, why did you agree?"
Fu Yan casually picked up the top document and started reading through it. "He said that a new official fires three volleys, how could I not accept? Wouldn't that be losing face?"
Fan Qian: ...
He suddenly began to doubt the old man's decision.
Why does this acting chairman seem a bit unreliable?
He sighed, "Chairman, you are unaware—the marketing manager just now is President Shen's uncle."
These past few years, it had always been Shen Yaowen who took care of the company's large and small affairs, and everyone thought that he would be the future head of the Shen Group.
Unexpectedly, the young lady was suddenly brought back, and Old Sir Shen even had his son-in-law work as the acting chairman, clearly demonstrating his dissatisfaction with Shen Yaowen's performance.
At this time, Shen Yaowen trying to show his son-in-law a lesson was only too normal...
Fu Yan nodded, "I know."
