Fast-traveling female supporting role: There is no limit to fancy flirting with men

Chapter 347 The Yuppie President: I Am a Girl (28)

"All of you also introduce yourself so that President Lan can get acquainted with him." Han Zai suggested with a smile.

Lan Hao nodded and sat down.

"Mr. Lan, hello. I'm Wang Mingda, the manager of the planning department."

"Boss Lan, I'm Qian Daming from the sales department."

"Mr. Lan, I'm Du Juan, Product Design Manager."

"I'm……"

After the supervisors finished their introductions one by one, they began to report on their work again. Lan Hao lowered his head and rubbed his head, fell on the back of the chair, tilted his head and said to Lao Wang, "Old Wang, where is my coffee?"

"I'll make arrangements right now."

Lao Wang sighed in his heart, walked out of the conference room resignedly, and received a call from Lan Haiguang just after he went out, "Old Wang, Lan Hao, watch out for me, don't let him make mistakes, let alone let him If you act rashly, you can tell him not to worry about performance, just perfunctory, and I will find a way for him when the time comes."

"Yes, sir."

Lao Wang and Lan Haiguang wanted to go together.

This Lan Hao is a big idiot, what can he do.

And earn an extra [-] million a month, it would be nice to earn an extra [-].

If he was so capable, he wouldn't go to mass to be a young master and rely on women for food.

Even if the cowhide blows up to the sky, it can't change the essence of his idiot.

Lao Wang curled his lips in disdain again and told his secretary Xiaoqin to go to the tea room to pour coffee and deliver it to the conference room, and then returned to the conference room.

If the master hadn't asked him to look at Lan Hao.

He really didn't want to touch him.

In the conference room, it was Du Juan's turn to report from the product design department.

What she reported was this issue of new women's clothing.

She sent the drawings to Lan Hao and Han Zai, and made a report with PPT projection.

"For this women's dress, we use real silk fabrics, which also incorporate modern antique elements...the flower embroidery on the chest..."

"earth!"

Lan Hao casually interrupted Du Juan's report.

"Then let's look at the next one." Du Juan quickly turned the page.

"This one, we added the rivet buckle that young people like nowadays..."

"chaos!"

Lan Hao spoke again.

Du Juan took a deep breath, "Then let's look at the next one. For this women's windbreaker, we use the classic double-breasted waist design..."

"ugly!"

Lan Hao interrupted Du Juan again.

Du Juan can't help but want to get angry!

You, a 20-year-old brat, know what a fart!Where did it come from?There's no end to pointing fingers, right?If you have the ability, you can try to draw one!
"Next." Lan Hao seemed to be okay, casually threw the blueprint in his hand, and said coolly.

"This dress..."

However, this time, before Du Juan introduced the selling point, Lan Hao directly said, "Garbage!" Once again, he successfully interrupted and insulted this design manager with ten years of experience in designing high-end women's clothing.

There was an uproar in the conference room, some watched the excitement, and some trembled.

Could it be that this is a rhythm that requires new officials to burn three fires before taking office?

Old Wang was so anxious that he took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Sir, sir.

What should I think of such a person who plays cards unreasonably.

I'm going to die!
As a first-line male star active in the fashion circle, Han Zai felt that these clothes were not bad, far from as bad as Lan Hao said.

This little brother appeared out of nowhere, pretending not to know how to make trouble and deliberately looking for trouble. I don’t know what he wants!
Du Juan had the same idea as Han Zai, and her face was livid with anger. She stared at Lan Hao fiercely, ready to take three steps at any time: flip the table, throw a face, and leave!
"Why, not convinced?" Lan Hao hooked his lips, and pulled down his tie, revealing his slender fingers and the precious dial on his wrist. He looked at Du Juan with cynical and mocking eyes.

Du Juan was completely irritated, scratched her neck and said, "I don't accept it!"

The uproar stopped abruptly, and the audience was dead silent!
(End of this chapter)