Chapter 62 You Have No Right to Say

  "Don't shout!" The old man looked at the top of the dark mosquito net and said with a sigh: "This guy, don't really fight for fate, in your generation, it is extinct, fate deserves it..."

  Speaking of this, the old man coughed violently again, and Pengpeng hurried over with paper.

  The next second, a touch of scarlet sprayed on the snow-white tissue.

  "Dad..." The wolf also has a soft heart, let alone a human.

  When Pengpeng shouted hoarsely, he felt a rush of heat, and slowly stroked his cheeks.

  He cried, even he himself didn't believe it.

  "Hey..." The old man was very calm, just sighed slightly: "My child, if you don't have the ability, don't have children, don't let your children suffer with you... You suffer hardships, you are a parent, and your heart is uncomfortable..."

  Five minutes later, Pengpeng closed the door blankly, tears still on his face.

  He came to the kitchen and held the big kitchen knife in his arms.

  Going out, looking at the sky where there is no starlight, muttering to himself: "Dad, you are incompetent, and in this life, there is no way for you to enjoy the blessing... This is going to go, why should I let you go beautifully! !"

Early in the morning, Gao Xue and Ding Jiayi received the notice of the company's high-level meeting.

  When the two of them came to the meeting room, it was already full of people.

  The first place is the handsome, elegant, scheming man Ding Shaoxuan with a faint smile.

  Ding Jiayi sat first in his left hand, and Gao Xue sat down next to him.

  When the staff arrived, Ding Shaoxuan nodded to the secretary, and then issued a report.

  As soon as Gao Xue opened the report, he glanced twice and frowned immediately.

  After other executives saw the report, they didn't have any expressions, and some even opened it perfunctorily and closed it immediately.

  Obviously, this report was specially prepared for Ding Jiayi.

  After Ding Jiayi read the file carefully, he closed the folder blankly and said, "I don't agree."

  "Haha, the meeting is for discussion. Anyone who has opinions can mention it." Ding Shaoxuan wore the latest Armani casual suit this fall, leaning on the chair, and nodding to Ding Jia with a faint smile, motioning for you to speak.

  It seems quite gracious.

  "First, Rongding currently has two reserves of land in the southern suburbs, so there is no need to compete for land.

Secondly, as far as I know, this land must be taken down if Hongda released it a long time ago. They will build it into a new landmark in the southern suburbs. If we compete for land again, it will undoubtedly increase a lot of costs. "

Ding Jiayi deserves to come out of a prestigious university, and made two points sharply.

  After she finished speaking, Ding Shaoxuan smiled directly. Ding Jia’s face-to-face HR manager helped the glasses on the bridge of her nose and asked contemptuously: "Vice President Ding, according to what you mean, what Hongda will fight for in the future , Can't we Rongding reach out?"

  "Hehe, what are you going to do? Just be complacent." A middle-level person threw the pen directly and leaned against the chair.

  "Snapped!"

  Ding Jiayi glared at the two and roared: "What kind of attitude do you have?"

  "This is my attitude." The middle-level managerial attitude is quite arrogant. Without looking at Ding Jiayi, he said sideways: "This piece of land is located in the central area of ​​the southern suburbs, and it coincides with our two reserve land. What does it mean?

This means that the new landmarks, new shopping malls, and new crowds in the southern suburbs are all in the hands of our Rongding. If there is no interest in fighting for such a land, what real estate is there? "

In the end, the middle-level management also patted the table. It seems that Ding Jiayi, the vice president, is an ordinary employee in his eyes, not the boss and shareholder.

  Ding Jia was intolerable and turned to look at Ding Shaoxuan. She and the secretary were whispering and talking with joy.

  "Haha...what did you graduate from college?"

Gao Xue sneered, before waiting for the management to speak, opened her mouth and said, "Before you say this, I advise you to take a good look at the data of previous years. As long as it is the land that Hongda is looking at, which company will reach out and do its best. In the end, the cost of getting it will increase by at least 50%."

  "Then... there is money to be made." The middle-level management is obviously not very emboldened, and the company's high-cold goddess temperament is not blowing.

  "Yes, there is money to be made, but have you ever thought about it. Once Hongda is built as a new landmark in the southern suburbs, the value of the two pieces of land in our hands, the value of the land alone, will double up.

Once developed and utilized, we will use the lowest cost and get the greatest return, because we are equivalent to stepping on HTC to make money, understand? "

  Gao Xue's two words blocked the management without saying a word. After holding back for a long time, he sneered and said, "Since you think it's impossible, then we will show our hands and vote."

  "You..." Ding Jia was anxious.

  "Okay, let's vote by show of hands." Ding Shaoxuan didn't give her a chance at all. As soon as the voice fell, countless hands were raised in the meeting room, of course, except for Ding Jiayi and Gao Xue.

  "Okay, the bottom of the number three bid must be taken down."

  Ding Shaoxuan glanced at Ding Jiayi, and stood up and said, “The project department has begun to establish the project, and the planning department will visit the site again. I will get the most accurate budget result for a week.”

  "The meeting is over!" The secretary stood up and announced in due course.

  "Wait..." Ding Jiayi knew that this was the result, but he still stopped Ding Shaoxuan unwillingly. Ding Shaoxuan sorted out the neat suit and asked with a smile: "Vice President Ding, what else do you have?"

  "Competing for land with Hongda, the company's funds are simply not enough. You are playing with fire and self-immolation!" Ding Jia's eyes fired.

  "Funds, that's the business of the budget department and the finance department. You just need to take care of your share." Ding Shaoxuan still smiled, even before leaving, he wanted to pat Ding Jiayi's shoulder affectionately, but was caught by her. Dodge.

  Ding Shaoxuan grinned and left without saying anything.

  "Manager Gao, come on."

  "Vice President Ding, haha..."

  A cry of contempt, passed in the ears of the two, extremely harsh.

  Ding Shaoxuan is telling her with practical actions that he has 100% control over the company. You can only work for me. You have all the right to participate in any meeting and no decision-making power.

  Ding Jia was trembling with anger. After these people went out, he slammed the folder on the table, hands on hips, her chest undulating violently.

  "Jiayi..." Gao Xue wanted to persuade, but didn't know how to say it.

  In the end, she can only bite the bullet and say: "Or, let's try it. If you can win the No. 3 land, you can also make money, and your reputation will be improved."

The two were helpless, sulking in the conference room for a while, greeted the team under them and went to Lot 3.

  However, down the office building, I happened to see Ding Shaoxuan, a girl with a good figure and a snake-like face who was under 20 in his arms, got into his sports car and galloped away.

  "Sooner or later, defeat the family!" Ding Jia cursed fiercely in her heart.

  But Gao Xue stayed there, because the girl's back made her quite familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

  At the same time, Liu Laojiu's home.

  Pengpeng sat on the sofa and smoked more than a dozen cigarettes until Liu Laojiu’s daughter-in-law took the child out to buy vegetables, and then he put out the cigarette butts.

He stared at the scarlet eyeballs and looked at the one in front of him, the eldest brother who had been driving in a luxury car and living in a high-end community, but was no longer kind.

  "Brother, get me some money."

  His tone was not as respectful or low-pitched as he used to be, but rather justified and confident.

  "Okay, how much?" Liu Laojiu didn't take the initiative to ask after he opened the door to let him in.

  "One hundred, right." Pengpeng thought for a while and raised a finger.

  When Liu Laojiu heard this, his eyes widened, his breath was obviously messy, his face turned red, and finally he was green, and finally returned to his normal color.

  "Why do you want so much money?" Liu Laojiu asked with a frown.