"Director Meng, this is the minutes from this morning's meeting."
"Leave it there."
Qiu Zhaobin placed the document on the table, "Director Meng, Director Shi asked why you didn't attend."
Meng Jiye couldn't hide his derisive sneer.
He usually attended the weekly routine board meetings, but today, he didn't go.
It wasn't due to some emergency, but deliberate.
Since the other party didn't give him face, why should he humble himself?
He didn't even bother to look at the minutes of the meeting.
Qiu Zhaobin sensed something was amiss and tentatively asked, "Director Meng, is there something wrong?"
Meng Jiye glanced at him.
He liked the man; he was also very good at handling affairs, which was why he had recently promoted him from the marketing department to be his assistant.
But that was a separate matter.
Born into a prestigious family, Meng Jiye had a set of scales in his heart and knew exactly where he stood.
