He just finished the quarterly sales summary meeting of Shaying. Everyone was very happy: his employees, confidants, suppliers, big customer representatives... because this is the first Asian sales champion item in many years.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly. But the smile was not pleasant, his eyebrows and eyes were as cold as before.

Because at this moment, on his desk, there is the overall performance report of Xinbaorui in the last quarter. Compared with Shaying's hot sales itinerary, sales of leisure bags and outdoor bags have shrunk significantly in recent months.

Finally, today, the group's total quarterly profits showed a negative value.

He stood like this for a long time, and finally only sighed slowly.

At this time, Yuan Jun knocked in, his expression a little ugly: "President, it's time to go to Zhu's headquarters for a meeting." I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but this assistant who has followed him for many years now adds the word "Zhu" to the headquarters.

Ning Weikai nodded, walked back to the table, picked up the suit on the back of the chair, and began to wear it slowly, still looking graceful and noble.

Yuan Jun looked at him, his eyes suddenly became a little wet. He turned his head to look aside and pressed calmly.

What Ning Weikai thought of was some of the calls he received last night. They were all friends who were inside Zhu, who had good friends or had high hopes for him. The purpose of the call was nothing more than the same explicit and implied:

"Weikai, tomorrow's board of directors may be windy."

"Weikai, the situation is very unfavorable to you."

"Weikai, what are your plans in the future?"

...

What he remembered at the same time was that before leaving home to work this morning, his wife Zhu Hanyu was wearing a Chanel-like long skirt, standing barefoot in the entrance hall, looking at him with her eyes: admiration, guilt, hesitation, helplessness...
Chapter completed!