In mid-September, time had pushed back another half month, and Jiang Muwan thoroughly wouldn't let him return home.
......
For half a month, Mr. Gu was unable to go home.
He pitifully had to stay in the office every day.
At first, he could barely endure it.
But after a few days, his temper flared up.
The entire Junhua was in a terrifying atmosphere.
Xu Fang and a bunch of executives were endlessly complaining.
They trembled and shook.
Sighed deeply.
And wiped sweat from their brows.
That day, Xu Fang had just picked up a report to enter the office.
A series of angry roars came: "Is this kind of project plan acceptable to you? Are you blind? Is Junhua going to collapse?"
The hand Xu Fang extended to push open the door paused.
Then slowly withdrew.
The person preparing to deliver the project plan looked down at the plan in his hand.
Speaking of which, this project plan was a stroke of bad luck.
