Bad-Mouthing

In the end, Fu Zhongtian's office was on the floor above Fu Jiuxiao's. It was as big as Fu Jiuxiao's, and it was one floor higher than Fu Jiuxiao's office. This satisfied Fu Zhongtian's pride very well.

That was why he did not continue to dwell on this matter.

Just as he was sitting in his boss's chair, Zhuo Yihang came over with a pile of documents.

"These are the projects of the Fu Corporation in the past two years. If you have time, please take a look."

"Why should I look at this?"

Fu Zhongtian felt a headache whenever he saw Zhuo Yihang. He thought to himself, was there a need for him to look at such a small matter in person?

"It can help you understand the operation and investment of the Fu Corporation recently."

Since Fu Zhongtian was the acting president, Zhuo Yihang, as the president's assistant, should do his job well. As long as Fu Zhongtian didn't cause trouble, he was willing to cooperate.