Trapped in a chaotic situation, the little beauty is kissed until she cries every night.

Chapter 195 What if the game had never existed (Part 1)

Fu Group Building
An ordinary morning
Fu Shizheng worked diligently as usual, sitting in his office chair with a furrowed brow and a cold expression.

His aura was icy and oppressive.

After looking at the documents in his hand for a while, he suddenly snorted and laughed coldly.

Wang, the marketing manager who was standing to the side reporting, was so frightened that sweat dripped straight down his forehead.

Reporting to your boss is no different from standing in front of your teacher in school waiting for them to grade your homework.

My heart was pounding with fear.

Just then, Assistant Fu Xun knocked on the door and walked in, bowing slightly to respectfully remind him:
"Mr. Fu, Mr. Xu from Phaeton is almost here."

Fu Group and Phaeton are currently working together to launch a major project involving an investment of up to hundreds of billions.

The initial investment alone will require tens of billions of dollars.

When President Xu came to the company in person to discuss the matter, Fu Shizheng and Fu Xun went downstairs to greet him as a sign of their sincerity.

Fu Shizheng nodded, slammed the file shut on the table with a "snap," and his voice remained extremely cold and authoritative.

"Take the document back and rewrite a marketing plan for me."

"If the next one is like this again..."

Fu Shizheng didn't continue, but from the man's dark, unfathomable eyes, Marketing Manager Wang knew he wouldn't get away with it.

His face immediately turned distressed.

This is the best document he can produce right now, and he still needs to rewrite it.

Heaven!

How exactly should I change it?

It's clear that Manager Wang's worries are premature.

As soon as Fu Shizheng finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to take the elevator downstairs to meet President Xu.

Manager Wang could only follow them into the elevator, trying his best to shrink himself into a corner and minimize his presence.

What have I done to deserve the honor of sharing an elevator with President Fu?

The oppressive atmosphere was so intense that he wished he could disappear into a crack in the elevator and hide himself away.

It made a "ding" sound.

We've arrived at the marketing department on the 18th floor.

Manager Wang instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, with an apologetic smile on his face, he moved his body to walk forward.

Fu Shizheng and Fu Xun watched silently as Manager Wang fled the elevator as if he were escaping a disaster.

The elevator doors began to close slowly.

Fu Shizheng lowered his eyes, occasionally feeling that the days when everyone respected him were somewhat boring.

Just then, a faint scent reached my nose.

The president's private elevator was being banged on from outside.

The elevator doors, which were about to close, opened again.

Fu Shizheng frowned and looked up. Standing outside the door was Ming Hua, an intern who had come for an interview at the Fu Group.

Her thick, seaweed-like black hair cascaded gently over her shoulders. She had a small, delicate face, fair skin, light eyebrows, and beautiful, slightly upturned peach blossom eyes with long, curled eyelashes that were subtly alluring.

Her nose was pert and upturned, and her lips were rosy.

She was so bright and beautiful that she was incredibly striking.

When Minghua saw the elevator doors open, her slightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed into a smile, making her even more dazzling.

Excuse me.

Minghua wasn't afraid when she saw Fu Shizheng and Fu Xun standing in the middle of the elevator.

He greeted them and then slipped inside on his own.

She had just seen that the other elevators were packed with people, and she didn't want to squeeze in or wait for the next one.

There are fewer people in this elevator, so I specifically chose to use this one.

Anyway, she won't be hired by the Fu Group.

Thinking of the interviewer who had just asked her if she could accept business trips and drinking with clients, Minghua frowned slightly.

I'm not in a good mood.

Therefore, she completely ignored the subtle glances given to her by Fu Shizheng and Fu Xun beside her.