It was as if the executives were being roasted over a fire to a certain degree. His dark eyes swept over their anxious, bewildered faces, several of them covered in beads of sweat.
Mr. Bao's lips slightly moved and his magnetic voice sounded, carrying a strong sense of intimidation and command: "I'll give you one last week, if you can't get it right this time, you can pack your things and retire early!"
"The Bao Group does not support useless people!"
The cold voice penetrated the ears of all the executives.
The few who were named couldn't help but shiver slightly.
Yet they felt a sense of relief from the bottom of their hearts.
They quickly responded, "Yes."
"Mr. Bao, rest assured, we will give you an answer."
"That's right."
The executives promised one after another.
They knew that this was already Mr. Bao's exception to forgive them. Those who had followed Bao Ye's work style for a long time knew something about it.
