The old man was left speechless by his rebuttal, utterly unsure of what to say next!
Fu Hanzheng spoke with an indifferent and cool tone, "Everyone has their own agenda; there's no need to restrict each other with all sorts of rules. Now is the time to rely on one's own abilities. That's that. If she brings a project, then I will reject it once. We'll see then if you can still hold your head up high."
The old man was seething with anger.
"Are you trying to kill me with this?!"
Fu Hanzheng shrugged as if it was only to be expected, "In fact, I haven't deceived anyone. My assistant wrote that excellent proposal in just half an hour under my instruction. Compared to him, Song Chuoqiao was simply an unworthy waste of space. Keeping such a waste of space in such a critical position for this project, do you think that's reasonable?"
The old man fell silent.
This time, Fu Hanzheng had truly hit a nerve.
He really couldn't bear the pressure.