"Not much, just prepare some snacks," said Han Zhuoli. "And send all the employees in the company an email, asking them to check Weibo and pay attention to the current events."
"Young Master Han, don't worry, I have already sent the email. Everyone should get it now," said Zheng Tianming.
These small matters did not need to be ordered by Han Zhuoli.
If he could not think of these things and be a step ahead of Han Zhuoli, if he needed Han Zhuoli to tell him, it was impossible for him to have been Han Zhuoli's assistant for so many years.
Only Manager Zhang was unlucky. He had just hung up when he received Zheng Tianming's email.
Manager Zhang covered his face and cried without tears.
How he wished he had gotten the email earlier or Han Zhuoli had called a few minutes later.
"Very good." Han Zhuoli was even more satisfied. "I'm almost at the office."
"Okay." Zheng Tianming hung up and immediately sent another email.
