Out of control and sinking

Chapter 20 Do you think I, Bo Ye, would do that?
The conference room of the Bo Group at that time.

The company's veterans and white-collar workers from various departments, dressed in suits, sat upright at the table, exuding an imposing aura. However, the meeting room was deathly silent, with an eerie and frozen atmosphere.

Looking around the conference table, anyone you randomly pick is a graduate of a renowned international university and a top-notch elite in their industry.

At this moment, however, he was so scolded by Bo Ye that he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

They all lowered their heads and remained silent.

Chen Nan stood behind him, silently swallowing his saliva. He could see that the man's face was extremely ugly.

Bo Ye rested his hand on the conference table, his fingertips lightly tapping, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone, before suddenly letting out a cold sneer.

Why is everyone so quiet?

"Mute?"

"Weren't you quite talkative just now?"

"..."

Everyone lowered their heads even further.

Bo Ye spoke slowly and deliberately, yet with a chilling intensity, like a predator slowly torturing its prey: "The market is bad, the location is bad, we're bound to lose money... Is this the project proposal you've given me? Have you all become prophets now?"

Bo Ye picked up the document in front of him and threw it hard.

"Should I, Bo Ye, build a temple for you, and worship you like bodhisattvas from now on?"

Everyone was startled.

His shoulders trembled.

I dare not speak anymore.

It was clear that Bo Ye was furious this time.

Bo Ye snorted coldly, his anger undisguised.

Have you conducted any research on the Jinling Street project?

No one uttered a sound.

"You haven't even done any research, yet you spout off like this. You dare to call yourself a white-collar worker at the Bo Group? A graduate of a prestigious university?" Bo Ye sneered, "You're utterly shameful."

Some people, being stubborn and defiant, couldn't take it anymore while being scolded.

"Mr. Bo, it's not that we disagree with your idea, but the Jinling Street project is indeed too niche, and the location is too remote. Everyone in Beijing knows this. Even if we win the bid for this land, what if..."

“There’s no such thing as ‘what if’,” Bo Ye interrupted coldly.

Bo Ye stood up, his tall, imposing figure commanding attention, his dark eyes icy: "I, Bo Ye, took over the company at seventeen. In all these years, have I ever caused the company any losses?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"No."

"No."

"That's not true."

It must be admitted that Bo Ye is indeed a business genius, exceptionally gifted. Back then, when Chairman Bo proposed that he take over the position of president, everyone in the company opposed it.

But in the end, he was still impressed by Bo Ye's abilities.

Not to mention that the Bo family is now more than ten times what it was back then.

This is all thanks to Bo Ye's leadership.

The older white-collar workers and directors present immediately recalled what happened ten years ago and couldn't help but sigh.

Back then, Bo Ye appeared young but was remarkably calm and mature, in no way inferior to the former chairman.

No wonder the old chairman was willing to make a major reshuffle to ensure that Bo Ye would succeed him.

Because he does indeed have that ability.

"Can't you use your brain?"

"Do you think I, Bo Ye, would do a losing business?" the man sneered.

These words immediately sparked a lively discussion among everyone.

The project director stood up and bowed his head: "President Bo, please give me a little more time. This time, I will definitely make the best possible project plan for Jinling Street for you."

The operations department echoed, "Mr. Bo, please give us some time..."

"President Bo, we..."

"President Bo,..."

It's like stirring up a hornet's nest.

The remaining departments of the company saw shareholders stand up and give their guarantees.

The scene was spectacular.

It's as if everyone who opposed it before has been replaced by a completely different group of people.

Chen Nan was deeply moved by what he saw.

Mr. Bo is indeed Mr. Bo; he can control them with just a few words.

To put it bluntly, they deserve to be scolded.

Talking nicely doesn't work; a scolding is all it takes for them to learn their lesson.

The meeting was extended by more than an hour.

It was almost nine o'clock when Bo Ye came out.

Stepping into the elevator, Bo Ye listened to Chen Nan report on tomorrow's arrangements and then turned on his phone.

He has a habit of keeping the meeting room silent.

Normally, no one would contact him; for work-related or non-work-related matters, he would go directly to Chen Nan.

Suddenly, the man's dark eyes paused slightly.

(End of this chapter)