Jiang Zhihao's words made Zhong Wenxing startled. He originally wanted to reprimand him a few more words, but now he couldn't say a word.
The calligraphy and painting exhibition itself was held in the unit, so it didn't take long for the group to arrive at the office building.
Before I even reached the conference room, I heard angry shouting coming from inside.
A group of employees stood in the corridor like wooden logs, not knowing what to do. Seeing their superiors coming, they quickly gathered around and started talking at once.
The superior was upset when he heard this and waved his hand: "Okay, irrelevant people can go do what they are supposed to do and don't chatter here. Xiao Jiang, I leave this matter to you. No matter what, let the French boss calm down."
.If there is any loss, we will compensate for it!”
There is no clear right or wrong in disputes caused by the market, but when it comes to foreigners, the superiors hope to use money to settle the matter. Even if you suffer a little loss, it is better than annoying others. When the time comes, the person who will be on the line will say you
Who can tolerate deliberately disrupting the operations of foreign-funded operating companies?
On the way here, Jiang Zhihao roughly figured out what was going on from his superiors, and nodded: "Don't worry, this is not a big deal, it can be easily solved."
Seeing his confident look, the superior said nothing.
He just wanted Jiang Zhihao to stabilize people and let money speak for themselves. Losing 1.8 million, one or two million would not be a big deal.
As for Zhong Wenxing, he was very nervous.
The person who entered the conference room was his son-in-law. Now Zhong Wenxing does not seek merit, but only seeks no faults.
Several people entered the conference room one after another. Inside, a blond Frenchman was pounding the table angrily. There were several people in suits beside him, with a large number of documents piled in front of them. This posture made the superiors, Zhong Wenxing and others
Very nervous.
But Jiang Zhihao had a calm face. He walked up to the French boss and spoke fluent French, and the other person's voice suddenly became much quieter.
Although the superior could not understand, he could still tell some clues from the expressions of those people. He couldn't help but said to Zhong Wenxing in surprise: "Old Zhong, your son-in-law is so awesome. He really knows French. He was from the School of Foreign Languages before?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe I learned it when I was in school." Zhong Wenxing responded.
On the surface he seemed worried about this matter, but in fact he was quite excited.
Jiang Zhihao's fluent French earned him too much face. No one in the entire unit understood this language, but his son-in-law spoke it very well.
Since entering the conference room, Jiang Zhihao has been talking to the French people.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes...
The longer the time went on, the more uncomfortable the superior felt. He pulled Zhong Wenxing again and asked: "What is this situation? Why are they just talking to themselves and not asking me?"
According to the wishes of his superiors, as long as the French boss is stabilized, he can talk about monetary compensation. He has been mentally prepared to spend two to three million to send the person away. Even if the bonus is withheld at the end of the year, he will accept it.
But after such a long time, Jiang Zhihao had no intention of coming over to ask him how much compensation he could pay. Instead, he kept chatting with the French people, which made his superiors feel very unsure.
Zhong Wenxing couldn't understand French, so he didn't know what Jiang Zhihao was talking to him, and now was obviously not a good time to ask questions.