With a sneer, the big-backed executive said angrily: "According to your statement, Kyoto's wasteland has no acquisition value, so why are you holding a department discussion?"
The middle-aged man argued: "Old Zheng, I only said that the wasteland in Kyoto is not suitable for building resorts and affordable housing, but I never said that the wasteland is worthless."
"One is one, two is two, don't try to change your concepts here to fool around with things."
The big-backed executive said with mocking eyes: "Okay, my proposal is not advisable, but you can tell me your opinion."
"After all, we are making money for the company and doing things for the Xiao family. You have to convince me, right?"
The middle-aged man remained silent and turned his gaze to Xiao Minghe.
The latter gestured to the secretary to open the window for some fresh air, and said coldly: "Whether it's fallacy or nonsense, in the final analysis, it all comes down to the word 'profit'."
"What the company wants is to maximize profits, and for me, what we have to do is to make arrangements in all aspects so that the company can smoothly swallow this big cake that everyone is jealous of."
"Well, go on, it's okay to fight."
After many years of workplace experience and the deliberate training of the Xiao family, Xiao Minghe is no longer the ignorant young girl she was before.
Her momentum and the pressure brought by her high position made many department executives breathless in a few understatements.
"Mr. Xiao..."
The middle-aged man put down the ceramic tea cup and spoke slowly: "In Kyoto today, it is difficult for living people to earn money. This is obvious."
"At least the wasteland in the northern suburbs can't make any money from living people. This is a fact."
"I think......"
After finishing his high-pitched speech, he said with a glowing face: "It's easy to make money from dead people. Wouldn't it save worry and effort to turn the wasteland into a cemetery?"
"Whether our children and grandchildren are filial or not, we Chinese people think that half of our ancestors' graves are occupied."
On the opposite side, a senior executive of the same level retorted in a deep voice: "I object."
"Kyoto is not big or small, there are more than a dozen cemeteries in the cemetery..."
"I agree, the development of the cemetery is relatively simple..."
"Hey, why doesn't anyone mention farmhouse..."
"I stand up for affordable housing..."
After more than two hours of discussion, the conference room became noisy.
You let me show you, and I will do it, and no one will accept it.
The quarrel turned red, necks thickened, everyone stared, but still no result was achieved.
"The meeting is dismissed."
Xiao Minghe put away the documents with a headache, walked out of the conference room first and said: "Go back and think about it carefully. The formal meeting will be held at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Three days later, the wasteland acquisition plan must be submitted on time."
"The old rule is to decide by voting."
After speaking, she, accompanied by her female secretary, took the elevator down to the parking lot on the first floor.
She didn't have time to have breakfast in the morning, so she was really hungry now.
"Mr. Xiao, is it still the private restaurant on South Street?"
The female secretary asked in a low voice and opened the car door considerately.
Xiao Minghe sat in the back seat and said with a tired look: "Yes, I want to eat crab roe tofu and three fresh buns."
"After eating, take a walk around and relax."
The female secretary fastened her seat belt, started the car and said, "Aren't you going to the villa where Master Kunlun teaches Lingxi today?"
Xiao Minghe leaned lazily on his side, closed his beautiful eyes and said, "I won't go, I want to go around for myself today."
