Today, Jian Ran decided to turn the tables in the conference room.
After all, where one is slapped, there one must reclaim their dignity.
Secretary Zhou looked at Jian Ran's composed appearance and couldn't help but speak out.
"Madam, how confident are you?"
Jian Ran's eyes darkened slightly; the method Gu Mochen gave was an excellent strategy, but it also required a master to execute it, and she... was not a master.
"About thirty percent! Do your best and leave the rest to fate."
Gu Mochen's strategy always involved psychological warfare... and she had never been a match for Gu Mochen in that regard, playing mind games for the first time.
Secretary Zhou: "..."
Why... does Madam's statement feel so profound and mysterious?
"Madam... good luck, I support you."
"Hmm... I'll treat you to a meal when I become the manager... the base salary of a manager... is indeed different, quite high that is."
Secretary Zhou: "..."
