hsntnovel Chapter 157 Difficult Choices
Chapter 157 Difficult Choices
Chapter 157 Difficult Choices
This value is not small, but it is not attractive to Song Yu.His current annual salary plus various subsidies and dividends is nearly 200 million to 1000 million. If he works hard, he can save it in four or five years. It is not worth taking this risk at all.
The middle-aged man fixedly looked into Song Yu's eyes, and said two more words, "U.S. dollars."
"..."
Now, Song Yu couldn't calm down anymore.The pupils shrunk, the breathing was suffocated, and the vision seemed to be glued, and he couldn't move away from the thin piece of paper.
The middle-aged man smiled satisfied with Song Yu's performance.
"Mr. Song, think about it. Put the promissory note with you first. If you really can't do it, you can just return it to me at the same time tomorrow at the same place."
Song Yu's throat moved, and his voice was hoarse, "Aren't you afraid that I'll run away with it?"
The middle-aged man smiled without answering.
Song Yu was silent for a few seconds before picking up some light yellow promissory notes tremblingly. The amount was clearly written on it, and it had been signed and stamped for verification. dollars!
The allure is not too big.
It is true that he may be able to earn as much money by working tremblingly until he is 60 years old.
But now with such a good opportunity in front of him, he didn't even need a month to take the money and fly away.Live another life of ease and abundance without worrying about getting fired if things don't work out.
Compared with the latter two paths, it is too difficult to choose.
As the middle-aged man said, at this time, the board meeting room of the M&T building is already in dire straits.
Some people were spitting and hatingly counting the various mistakes Mo Hongming made during his tenure as director and vice president, which brought great losses to the company.
Some people defended, saying that Mo Hongming just made a mistake that a normal person would make, and it was not a big deal, so why can't he return to the board of directors.
Just because of Mo Hongming's return to the board of directors, dozens of shareholders whose combined age is over a thousand years old have been arguing for nearly three hours.
Cheng Tianyi heard a sharp pain in his temple.
He still failed to complete the 100 billion fund matter, and only raised 33 billion.Mo Zhengting knew that he only said one sentence in the end, and if he was short of it, he would deduct a few percent of his bonus.
What can he say?Is there room for rejection?Thinking that there are still several years of wages being withheld by the boss, my liver hurts intermittently.
Mo Zhengting propped his chin, sat lazily on the ninth-fifth seat, and looked at this group of people who had no image and face in front of the interests, spit everywhere, and looked like snobbish people who were cursing the streets, thin lips Evoked a mocking arc.
He had had enough of this group of tough old bones, and it would be good to let Mo Hongming take over for a while, as he just had his hands free to do something else.
Just as he was thinking, the phone suddenly vibrated.
Mo Zhengting glanced at the screen and stood up leisurely.
Some shareholders noticed his movements, and the volume suddenly dropped a few degrees.The others were also accustomed to watching their faces, and when they saw this, they stopped talking.
Just like a domino effect, it was as noisy as a conference room in a vegetable market just now, but suddenly it was so quiet that you could even hear a needle drop.
Everyone looked at him nervously.
Mo Zhengting unhurriedly buttoned up his suit, took everyone's reactions into his eyes one by one, and said leisurely: "You guys continue to 'discuss', I'll go to the bathroom."
"..." Everyone was dumbfounded.
Inside the office.
Mo Zhengting quickly flipped through the documents and photos in his hand, his already stern face became more and more serious, and his deep pool-like eyes seemed to be stained with a thin layer of frost, which made people feel cold.
This office of more than 24 square meters has [-]-hour uninterrupted ventilation equipment to ensure efficient air flow, but at this time, several people in it still feel difficult to breathe, and the air pressure is extremely low.
Jiang Xunhua adjusted his glasses habitually, and glanced at Ning Yuan who was standing upright beside him from the corner of his eye.
one more drive
(End of this chapter)