My Professor Shen

"Mr. Jiang, why do you come to the company when you have time?" Yang Wei put on a friendly smile on his face, and his appearance was even more attentive than Jiang Ling's own granddaughter.

"Hmph." Mr. Jiang gave Jiang Ling a contemptuous look, and the crutch made a beeping sound, "How dare you not report such a serious problem!"

Xingchuan Entertainment is nothing more than a drop in Taicang to the behemoth of the Jiang family. The most important thing is not the dispensable company value, but the reputation of Jiang Ling, the heir of the Jiang family, is of great importance.

Jiang Ling raised her eyes, looked at Mr. Jiang neither humble nor overbearing, and said calmly: "There is no need to report everything, I can solve it myself."

"Your solution is to let those guys who don't know what to do or what to do insult you wantonly?" Mr. Jiang glared, and the invisible sense of oppression released by the superior made the entire meeting room shudder.

After a stalemate for about 1 minute, Yang Wei stretched out his hand to run down the old man's back, and said awkwardly: "Uncle, calm down, don't get angry, if you have any troubles, it will be the loss of our entire group!"

It seems to be caring, but it's not clear how much sincerity there is.

"I get angry just looking at this stubborn temper." The old man frowned, and his disgusted eyes moved away from Jiang Ling's face.

Jiang Ling's eyelids drooped slightly, she remained silent, and there seemed to be impatience on her face.Seeing this, Yang Wei felt relieved, "My niece is afraid that you will be worried, and she must be sure that she will not report everything to you in detail."

"High eyes but low hands." Mr. Jiang bypassed Jiang Ling and sat neatly on the president's seat. "If he was sure, he shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake in the first place."

"What you said is correct." Yang Wei sat down next to him, leaving Jiang Ling standing alone for training, "But I can't blame my niece entirely, I am also responsible for the matter now."

Mr. Jiang's sharp gaze finally fell on Yang Wei's face. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I remember you, are you that Yang...Yang...something."

Yang Wei gained attention as he wished, his face was still smiling, his eyes were full of anticipation, which formed a strong contrast with the speechless Jiang Ling.

"Oh, Yangmei, right?" Mr. Jiang pointed at him and suddenly realized.

The corner of Yang Wei's mouth twitched, and a hint of sternness flashed in his eyes, and he restrained himself in an instant, but he said without changing his face: "Hahaha, Yang Wei and Yang Mei are similar."

The old man looked at him calmly, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "You were the one who messed with the boss in the beginning, you are fatter than before. You are really lucky."

Yang Wei still didn't realize that he was scolded for being fat in different ways, "Hey, it's a pity that Yicheng left too early."

Jiang Yicheng's death was like a sharp knife, the pain of gouging out the heart and eroding the bones penetrated deep into the marrow of the bone.

"What are you doing in a daze, this meeting won't start yet." Mr. Jiang scolded softly, his mood that had just eased fell to the bottom in an instant.

"Wen Yu." Jiang Ling said expressionlessly, and the hand hanging by her side was tightly clenched into a fist.

Seeing that Mr. Jiang didn't make a sound to stop him, Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, clicked the mouse with his fingertips, and the PPT on the electronic multimedia continued to be shown.

The employees looked stunned on the surface, but in fact, the WeChat groups of various departments were already arguing, and Wen Yu was dazzled even when he climbed the stairs.

Jiang Ling's eyes were filled with anger, and the neck of the leader of the charity foundation who was locked by her eyes shivered, and his guilty lowered eyes avoided her gaze in a panic.

"There is another department that needs rectification." Jiang Ling paused, then snorted, "Zhang Dongsheng, Charity Foundation."

The leader of the charity foundation is a middle-aged man. He was startled when his name was called, stood up nervously, and swallowed unconsciously, preparing for the coming of the storm.

"Boss Jiang..." he said awkwardly, with nowhere to rest his hands and feet.

"Your responsibility cannot be shirked." Jiang Ling said coldly, the nameless fire in her heart finally found an outlet.

Zhang Dongsheng's hands trembled, and the gel pen rolled to the ground with a "click". He was not only frightened by the coldness in Jiang Ling's words, but more pressure came from Mr. Jiang's eagle-like eyes.

"Yes...we will strengthen management..." Zhang Dongsheng stammered his assurance.

"Most of Liu Jun's entry resumes are fraudulent." Jiang Ling frowned, and she threw the resume sheet heavily on the table, and the crisp sound made Zhang Dongsheng tremble with fear.

"The personnel department made a mess." The head of the personnel department who was named was pale, and his intuition told him that his job might not be guaranteed.

Yang Wei was sitting upright, with his waist straight, and the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated from time to time, and he never took it out to look at it.

Jiang Ling tapped her knuckles on the table, and the employees at the lower level kept their eyes on their noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, and heart on the table. Hanging up high, the sky fell and could not hit a short one, but the department leaders felt that this short few days Minutes are as long as three autumns.

"The leaders of the two departments will be suspended for two months with a pay cut, and the year-end bonus for the entire department will be halved." Jiang Ling gave a punishment plan after pondering.

As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of whispering from below, some who stayed out of the matter were gloating, and some were aggrieved.

Jiang Ling asked knowingly, "Does anyone have any comments?"

The noisy discussions came to an abrupt end, and no one wanted to be the first to stand out.

"They don't, but I do." The silent old man Jiang suddenly spoke.

Jiang Ling's face darkened, she gritted her teeth and said, "What's your opinion, Chairman Jiang?"

It seemed that he was really out of breath, and he could even blurt out such unfamiliar titles as Chairman Jiang, Yang Wei raised his eyebrows refreshed.

"Your punishment is too childish. As the president of the company, aren't you familiar with the rules and regulations?" Mr. Jiang asked sharply.

Jiang Ling's eyelids were slightly closed, and she closed her eyes to ease her emotions. She argued tirelessly: "The Charity Foundation is a newly established department. It's busy and inexperienced. It's inevitable that mistakes will be made. Besides, it's the first time I've made a mistake. I think the severity of this punishment Totally reasonable."

These words were both reasonable and reasonable. The employees who were dissatisfied with the salary deduction just now had a lot of impression of Jiang Ling's inhumanity, and the balance in their hearts began to tilt.

"The rules and regulations are not allowed to be discussed." Mr. Jiang also had a tough attitude, and the two similar faces even showed the same angry expression.

"Heh." Jiang Ling sneered, "If Director Jiang thinks my punishment is too childish, he can take over it himself."

Jiang Ling raised her eyes without showing any weakness, and the two of them looked at each other instantly, and there seemed to be crackling sounds in the air.

Seeing that the two were at loggerheads, Yang Wei stepped forward to act as a peacemaker, "Uncle Jiang, don't be angry, my niece is still young, and it's normal for her to be immature."

He turned his head and said to Jiang Ling pretending to be affectionate: "My dear niece, don't get excited, don't yell at your grandpa, he is not in good health..."

"Shut up." Jiang Ling gave him a cold look, her words were full of impatience.

After hearing this, Mr. Jiang said coldly: "There is no respect, if you have half the peace of mind of your Uncle Yangmei, I still need to interfere with you..."

Yang Wei's face froze slightly, and he whispered in embarrassment: "Mr. Jiang, it's Yang Wei..."

Wen Yu held back her laughter, her face flushed, and veins appeared on her forehead.Seeing that the momentum was almost there, Uncle Li behind him tugged on Mr. Jiang's cuff, leaned over and reminded him in his ear, "It's almost there."

Mr. Jiang's endless accusations rolled on the tip of his tongue and swallowed back into his stomach, and he stopped talking.

I don't know if it was stagnant in the chest due to the anger, Jiang Ling coughed twice, and said lightly: "Since Director Jiang has no objection, follow what I say."

"Okay." Zhang Dongsheng heaved a sigh of relief in fear. If it weren't for Mr. Jiang's perseverance, he might have to pack up and leave today.

"The meeting is adjourned." Seeing that the dust had settled, Secretary-General Wen hurriedly announced the end of the meeting.

The employees who had watched the show rushed out of the conference room one after another, fearing that the fire would spread uncontrollably and burn them. Those who looked so unaware thought that someone was chasing after them.

[Holy shit, Mr. Jiang is so handsome that he is unbelievably handsome! 】Xiao Wang from the Administrative Office let out a silent rooster crow.

【What's wrong?What did I miss by asking for leave today? 】Artist managers often run business outside, so they can only silently watch the screen and eat melons.

[People were at the scene, I was lost, and almost knelt under Mr. Jiang's handsome suit pants. ] The married female executive of the marketing department silently sent a nympho.

[I was still quite critical of Mr. Jiang's decision, but after hearing Mr. Jiang's thoughts, I instantly admire Mr. Jiang's persistence. I declare that I am Mr. Jiang's diehard fan! ] The personnel department and the charity foundation of the vortex center spoke one after another.

[I am so happy to be debited for the first time, I am also sick. . . 】

Wen Yu's trumpet was still safely lurking in it, and she also sent a sentence: [Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow 】

This sentence refreshed the screen.

There are only five people left in the meeting room at the moment, and some accusations can only be made in private.

"Ahem!" Mr. Jiang covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief and coughed. It took a long time for him to recover, "As the president, you didn't control the risks in place. You are eager for quick success and instant benefits, and blindly carry out projects. You cannot shirk your responsibility."

"It's unavoidable just by pre-controlling risks." Jiang Ling retorted.

"You think I didn't watch those videos? The staff's work style is lazy and careless. It's because you are not in place as a leader!" Mr. Jiang said angrily.

"I can't tie my employees to me all the time." Jiang Ling was not to be outdone.

"So you think you're right?" Mr. Jiang asked disappointedly.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips and said lightly, "Yes."

"You..." Mr. Jiang's eyes suddenly became sad, "You are stubborn."

"Since you, as the president, have punished your subordinates, you should take the lead and be dismissed without pay. When you realize your mistake, you will go back to the group company directly."

Mr. Jiang paused, and then glanced at Yang Wei with vague eyes, "This Xingchuan Entertainment was originally established by your Uncle Yicheng, and grandpa also knows that you have spent all your hard work, but the group company is the place where you can show your ambitions." , let a more professional person like Uncle Yangmei do it here."

Joy climbed into Yang Wei's eyebrows, and he didn't care about the problem of calling him the wrong name.

"Old Li." Mr. Jiang got up, "When you get back, you will draw up the document. Jiang Ling will be dismissed, and Yang Wei will be temporarily acting as the president. It will be sent to all department mailboxes at night."

"Okay." Uncle Li smiled and nodded.

Carefree growth in Yang Wei's heart.

Ten minutes later, inside the Jiang family's car.

"Happy! Hahahaha!" Mr. Jiang laughed loudly.

Uncle Li gave a thumbs up and praised: "The old man's acting skills are becoming more and more exquisite."

There was also a hint of a smile in Jiang Ling's indifferent eyes. The so-called rejuvenation may refer to people like Mr. Jiang. The problem is that I actually condoned his misbehavior.

The laughter stopped, the old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked softly: "Good granddaughter, come back to the old house with me?"

There was a playful look in Jiang Ling's eyes, "I won't return."

"Why?" Mr. Jiang asked puzzled.

"Hey, I'm sad to be scolded by grandpa. I'm going to find your granddaughter-in-law for comfort." Jiang Ling joked.