"Now, let Ning Fan, the founder, present the award to our best performing team leader!"
Sitting below, Zhang He's heart skipped a beat, feeling his limbs start to stiffen.
The general manager opened the already prepared commendation list and read out the first name resoundingly.
"Marketing Department, first place in the sales team leader rankings, Zhang He!
"Let's congratulate him!"
Amidst a burst of vigorous applause, Zhang He shakily stood up, his expression as ugly as could be.
His head drenched in sweat, he stared up at Ning Fan, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and cold sweat formed a fine layer on his forehead.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and come here!"
Seeing him in a daze, the general manager frowned slightly and urged in a low voice.
Keeping the founder waiting, did he no longer want to work at the company?
"Oh, oh, I'm coming."
Zhang He shivered and only then did he start moving his feet, walking toward the front.
