its 014: report

Mu Shan carefully combed his hair in front of the mirror - it is really not easy for a 52-year-old man to have such thick hair, so he has always cherished these hairs.

"Mr. Mu, this is the specific information, speech, electronic version and PPT manuscript. I have copied it to your computer for you." The assistant secretary said to Mu Shan that Mu Shan touched her smooth face and smiled, "Thanks to such a capable person as you."

He deliberately dragged a word in this sentence, so the whole sentence had another flavor. The secretary was coquettish, and Mu Shan smiled.

"There are still 20 minutes left. In order to show respect for the chairman and directors, let's go there now." Mu Shan tidied up his clothes and strode out of the president's office. The beautiful secretary followed, with thick information in the back.

Wherever he passed all the way, the employees all folded their waists. Mu Shan nodded symbolically, while the secretary proudly held his head forward and looked at all the idle people. Many people have to curse in a low voice after she passed by.

In the spacious conference hall, everything has been arranged, the central LCD screen has been turned on, and the Windows interface is displayed on the large screen, which is extremely clear. The secretary went over and opened the PPT presentation on the tablecloth. The beautiful background was dressed with artistic words, which looked very beautiful.

"Would you like to browse first?" The secretary asked.

Mu Shan shook his head and said, "Don't I have confidence in what you have done?" After saying that, he took over the materials and reports, carefully marked a few key points, and then browsed them roughly, but never looked at the PPT presentation.

Not long after, the bigwigs of the company walked into the conference hall one after another. Mu Shan hurriedly got up and greeted them politely, shaking hands and hugging them like old friends. For these directors, he only needs to show proper respect. What he really needs to be treated respectfully is the chairman who holds 49.8% of the company's shares.

After a while, the figure of the chairman appeared at the door. Mu Shan hurriedly greeted him, shook hands respectfully, and then sent the chairman to his position before returning to his speech position.

"Let's go." The chairman nodded, and Mu Shan cleared his throat: "Guys, today I will make a sales performance report for the directors in the first half of the year, and then do the analysis and outlook of future strategies. I believe everyone will have a happy class because of my report.

After a moment of applause, it stopped. The directors were not concerned about Mu Shan's eloquence, but about the profit situation behind the eloquence.

Mu Shan deserves to be an independent president. He has not hurriedly detailed the sales situation in the past six months, and most of the time he doesn't even look at those materials at all. The secretary sat in front of the computer and clicked the mouse according to his speech to make the PPT presentation match the president's report.

While listening to Mu Shan's endless murm, the directors stared at the PPT displayed on the LCD screen and carefully looked at the specific numbers and tables listed above, with smiles on their faces.

At this time, the chairman suddenly frowned. Then, all the directors began to look wrong, and the secretary was even more pale, facing the computer screen at a loss. Mu Shan was stunned, looked at the LCD screen, and stopped endlessly.

The report on the screen is in the correct format and the content is clear, but it is completely different from the number he just said. He looked at the form in astonishment, and then looked at the secretary. The secretary shook her head palely, saying that it was not her fault.

"Mu Shan, did you write the wrong data, or did you write the wrong thing on this form?" The chairman pointed to the table on the screen and asked with a frown.

"What's going on?" Mu Shan stared at the secretary. The secretary stood up in a hurry, his eyes full of pleading, but Mu Shan didn't do it: "What's going on? How can you record such important data incorrectly?

"I..." The secretary peeked at the directors, looked at Mu Shan, and finally lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I was negligent..."

"Guys, it should be that she got the wrong report." Mu Shan smiled and said, "It's a mistake in PPT manufacturing."

"That's good." The chairman smiled again. So the report continued.

But what annoyed Mu Shan was that several important reports and data materials to be displayed by PPT were all wrong, and the terrible thing was that these data were interlinked, just like real reports.

"Mu Shan, what the hell is going on?" The chairman had to interrupt Mu Shan's report again.

"This..." Mu Shan quickly browsed the data on the screen and said, "I think the only possibility is that my secretary misused the series of data when the company lost money a few years ago when making the PPT presentation."

"Yes... I'm sorry!" The secretary stood up with tears in his eyes and bowed to the ground.

"Forget it." The chairman waved his hand and said, "Go on. It's okay if you don't read the PPT.

"How did it happen?" The directors were talking on the table, some shaking their heads and some were laughing secretly. Mu Shan's face turned pale. After trying to stabilize his mood, he finally completed the report.

"Use snacks next time." After the meeting, the chairman patted Mu Shan on the shoulder, "The company is doing well, but the report is not well prepared. We old men can't remember the data just by listening.

"Don't worry, Chairman." Mu Shan smiled.

After sending off the chairman and directors, Mu Shan immediately returned to his office. As soon as the secretary helped him close the door, he heard him slap the table and shout: "What's going on? Is this your first day at work? I can't do such a simple thing. What else do I want you to do? How many years have you been with me? Even the data will be wrong. What do you eat?

The secretary lowered his head aggrievedly. After he finished scolding, he trembled and said, "President, you... Don't be angry, I... I really don't have time to do PPT because I want to help you sort out those reports and materials, so I entrust the manager of the sales department to do it for me. This PPT is made by Manager Qu."

"Call me Fatty Qu!" Mu Shan roared, and the secretary hurried over and informed the sales manager to report to the president's office immediately by internal phone. After a while, the slightly fat manager Qu rushed in.

"President, are you looking for me?"

"Looking for you! Yes, I'm looking for you!" Mu Shan shouted, "Let me ask you, did you do the PPT presentation I used this time?"

"Yes?" Manager Qu has not realized the seriousness of the problem. It was Secretary Wen who called me..."

"You pig!" Mu Shan smashed a stack of information at Manager Qu, "Can such a simple data be wrong? What I'm talking about above is for profit, but the tables on the screen are all deficits and losses! You have lost all my face!"

"President, I... it's not my fault!" Manager Qu was scared and hurriedly apologized, "I... I don't know how to use PPT. It was done by an employee in our department. He has been in the company for three years and has never made mistakes. I think..."

"I miss your mother!" Mu Shan roared, "Let that damn employee get out of here!" What's the use of raising your group of things? I made a PPT and outsourced it to the hands of employees with twists and turns. So why do I need a secretary? Why don't I just ask the employees to take care of everything for me?

"Yes, I'll quit that boy immediately." Manager Qu wiped his sweat and said, "But, president, what's the excuse? The current labor protection law is terrible. We can't do it for no reason..."

"Why is it for no reason?" Mu Shan said, "Can't you fire him for such a big mistake?"

"But he is in charge of user questionnaires and product use opinions to give back these jobs." Manager Qu said in embarrassment, "He has never made a mistake in these aspects. On the contrary, he has done a good job. PPT manuscripts are not his job at all. If we talk about this matter, I'm afraid of him..."

"Call him." Mu Shan sat down with a calm face and pointed out the door, "I'll tell him in person."

"That's good." Manager Qu ran out in a hurry, and the remaining secretary stood there awkwardly. She twisted her body and acted coquettishly to Mu Shan, but Mu Shan waved his hand: "Shut up!" She was so scared that she didn't dare to say anything again.

Not long after, under the leadership of Manager Qu, Gong Ping walked into the majestic president's office. Yun followed him in, looked at the majestic Mu Shan, and said in his ear, "I think he seems to be dealing with you."

Gong Ping did not answer, but quietly looked at the man he wanted to kill in front of him. This man is well-looking, quite like an industrialist, and has a strong physique. At first glance, he pays attention to regular exercise. Behind him stood white luck as majestic and strong as him. Next to the luck, a huge bad luck monster three meters high crouched on the ground. Two huge, hammer-like fists were placed on the ground, and behind him were some curved hair-like things.

The color of this monster is not dark, because in addition to the murderous monster of the main body, it is wrapped in countless hatreds and murderous intentions of different sizes and colors. After careful reading it, Gong Ping's luck shivered: "My God, this doom monster, at least is composed of three or four hundred strands of murderous intentions and hatred. I want to decompose it. It's too difficult!"

"Yes." Gong Ping thought silently in his heart. It is not surprising that there are many people who hate him. He is the president. The whole company wants to act on his face. How many people won't hate him? But so what? The data reports piled up like mountains have never made it difficult for me. What are hundreds of unnecessary hatred and murderous intentions? Just give me a chance..."

"What's your name?" After the desk, Mu Shan on the big swivel chair looked at Gong Ping and asked coldly. That kind of majestic look could make any small employee can't help kneeling down.

"Gong Ping." Gong Ping replied with the unique friendly smile of the honest man, looking a little reserved.