Out of control and sinking

The executives are also under a lot of pressure and have a lot of headaches.

All told, Bo Ye has been at the company for over a month now, never leaving the premises.

Their daily work efficiency is absolutely phenomenal.

Can you imagine Bo Ye not sleeping at 3 a.m., still sending emails in the group and pointing out mistakes?
Can you imagine the despair of working overtime until midnight on a project, sending it to Bo Ye's email, only to have the project rejected before you even get home, with seventy, eighty, or ninety flaws pointed out?

The entire office, including Chen Nan, has been suffering terribly lately.

Bo Ye seemed to have been stimulated by something.

Logically speaking, women have periods, and it's normal for them to be a little nervous during their menstrual cycle.

But Bo Ye is a man, and he doesn't have an uncle. Who caused him this shock? He's become a workaholic.

Bo Ye can handle it, but these old bones of theirs can't.
However, what they never expected was...

Bo Ye, who had been expressionless and cold for over a month, smiled at his phone screen.

He didn't know who sent him the message.

What was posted?

Executives: “…”

Almighty God.

Please save them. If this continues, they will eventually have a mental breakdown and die suddenly.

The executives were inwardly groaning.

Just then, Bo Ye's voice rang out: "Go back and double-check the plan I just mentioned."

"I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer within three days."

The pressure on executives instantly increased by 100.

Bo Ye glanced around: "Do you have confidence?"

The executives were on the verge of tears: "Yes."

Bo Ye narrowed his dark eyes slightly: "Why is there so little sound? Are all the executives of my Bo Group a bunch of incompetent fools?"

"I'll ask again, is there any information?"

The executives instantly became incredibly excited, shouting, "Yes!"

Chen Nan: It's practically coercion and bribery.

But he could only think it to himself; he wouldn't dare to say such a blunt truth.

Otherwise, Bo Ye would definitely have killed him.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Bo Ye spoke calmly, and the executives immediately looked at him, feeling the pressure return. "When this project is successfully completed, I guarantee that everyone here will receive a 15% increase in their monthly salary this month."

Upon hearing this, the executives' eyes lit up instantly, like rockets launching.

Suddenly, not a trace of complaint left my heart.

Everyone immediately stood up: "Thank you, Mr. Bo!"

After all, what could be better than money?

Fifteen percent.

President Bo really has a big budget.

Seeing their expressions, Bo Ye's lips curled into a nonchalant smile.

In reality, they had it firmly under their control.

How to use people and how to maximize benefits.

Bo Ye knew this better than anyone else.

This is why he can get this group of elites to work so hard for him.

Nobody comes out here to slack off.

Bo Ye needs execution, they need money.

Wouldn't it be better for everyone to achieve a win-win situation?

However, after finishing work...

Bo Ye sat alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, looking out at the brightly lit skyscrapers and extravagant buildings.

But the loneliness in his eyes was undeniable.

For more than a month, he thought about her every day.

Afraid that she would notice something was wrong, he never called her at night.

I only play once occasionally during the day.

Bo Ye raised his hand and pinched his waist; the tendons there still ached faintly.

Although I can walk now.

But it's still a bit inconvenient.

Especially when he bends over.

This made Bo Ye frown, and his mood immediately soured again.