"Is this the latest autumn product proposal?"
Chi Youyou's neighbor was currently sitting in the meeting room, where the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Song Shiyu glanced at his phone, then looked at everyone, speaking coldly.
Everyone: "..."
No one dared to talk back, they could only exchange nervous glances.
This wasn't your proposal! Answer the boss!
Wasn't this what you agreed on? Say something!
...
"Harvest—"
Song Shiyu's cold eyes swept over everyone, and suddenly Chi Youyou's words flashed in his mind: If you use it to grow fruits and vegetables, you'll definitely have a great harvest!
He narrowed his eyes, his slender fingers tapping the table, "This theme is okay."
!!!
Everyone was overjoyed, but the next second they heard him speak again:
"However, the proposal is scattered, and I didn't feel a sense of harvest, but rather like a poor yield! Give me a new proposal by next Wednesday, meeting adjourned!"
After saying that, he strode out.
