"Old Meng, how long have you been an assistant?"
"Um..." Meng Fan faintly sensed that the President was about to blow up.
Sure enough, the next sentence was, "You couldn't handle this minor matter directly, and you came to ask me? Do I have time to make movies? Have I gone mad, or have I gone bankrupt? My company loses billions a day, and I should go make movies for twenty days? Which movie company can afford to pay me hundreds of billions in fees, huh?"
"My subordinate has failed in his duties; I'll go reject the offer right now... but... I did think you might have some interest in this area, so..."
Meng Fan didn't dare finish his sentence because he saw Yu Xiuli picking up an ashtray.
That ashtray was made of glass, and if it hit someone on the head, it would certainly knock them senseless.
Meng Fan was so frightened that he hastily backed out...
Chairman Yu Xiuli certainly wanted, and was sure to obtain, the position.
But becoming famous overnight was unexpected.
