"These are plans made by Xiao Zhao!" Xiao Fan blurted out.
Henry's dark and deep eyes glanced at Xiao Fan with even more disdain.
The plan of this marketing case was just ok and it was almost the same as the previous ones.
Next to him, Xiao Zhao glared at Xiao Fan.
After all, most of the business plans were made by her, and Xiao Fan just modified them a little.
"Who just insisted on taking my business plan to the stage?"
“And she even said how nice it would be to talk about this business plan.”
At that time, she would even treat herself to delicious food.
Xiao Zhao did not want to refuse.
She was the one who did the business plan. Xiao Zhao walked over and lowered her head.
"Young Master Moore, I did it."
Henry sat lazily on a chair, exuding an air of nobility.
He simply sat there, exuding a domineering aura from his bones.
Everyone thought that Xiao Zhao was going to be in trouble this time.
There was no expression on the handsome face of the president.
It was like the coldness from hell.
Everyone in the conference room did not dare to breathe.
They were afraid of being destroyed by the president's gaze.
Xiao Fan stood there, and her legs were about to go limp.
Xiao Zhao's heart was pounding. "The president won't fire me this time, will he?"
Manager Han's face darkened when she saw her people being criticized by Young Master Moore in front of everyone.
Amy had been fired before, if these two people were also fired, she would feel so embarrassed.
Manager Han braced himself to step forward and said, "Young Master Moore, the Mid-Autumn Festival in previous years is similar to this. Can you try to modify it a little? There are still a few days left. I'll let them modify it today and then let you have a look at it again. Do you think is it ok?"
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