Dong Qingyun did not delay and ordered the project manager to call everyone over for a meeting.
The project manager looked sad and wanted to find an opportunity to ask Dong Qingyun to help him say a good word, but Jiang Zhihao was standing next to him. He did not dare to say anything and could only leave with his head hanging down.
Not long after, workers at the construction site came over in twos and threes.
They curiously looked at Jiang Zhihao and Dong Qingyun standing at the door of the office, and whispered about what happened.
Dong Qingyun originally wanted to call Jiang Zhihao to come into the room and wait, but Jiang Zhihao ignored him, didn't speak, and just stood there.
Dong Qingyun could see that Jiang Zhihao was angry. He was no longer the president of the past. Strictly speaking, he could only be regarded as Jiang Zhihao's subordinate. If the boss didn't move, he could only wait beside him.
In his heart, Dong Qingyun had already scolded the project manager and others, and he didn't know how these bastards had offended people.
Among the workers, the man holding a helmet in his hand stopped when he saw Jiang Zhihao.
The person behind him was caught off guard and bumped into him. He couldn't help but say, "Xiao Li, what are you doing?"
"That person..." The worker looked at Jiang Zhihao, trembling all over, and the Chinese cigarette in his mouth had fallen to the ground: "He, who is he?" m.
"You mean the one standing next to Mr. Dong? I don't know, maybe he's the assistant." The worker replied.
Assistant? But judging from the way President Dong talked to him, he didn't look like an assistant at all. At least he looked like an equal.
And even if he is an assistant, he is also Mr. Dong’s assistant. I have told him so much before...
Thinking of what he said before, the worker's mouth suddenly went dry. The joy of showing off a pack of Chinese cigarettes just now was gone.
The old guard who had the same reaction as him also looked at Jiang Zhihao with eyes wide open.
More and more people gathered, but Jiang Zhihao had no intention of speaking. It wasn't until Li Bing set up the projector and made sure that everyone who could come came, that Jiang Zhihao went over and connected his mobile phone to the projector.
The first picture is exactly the gate of the construction site.
Jiang Zhihao stood next to the projector booth, waved his hand slightly, rejected the microphone handed over by Li Bing, and then faced everyone.
His peaceful expression darkened at this moment. The speed and intensity of his face change made Li Bing next to him feel chilled in his heart.
In the past, she only thought that this man was very capable but had a gentle personality, but it wasn't until this moment that she suddenly realized that this was no ordinary man.
The change of momentum in such an instant made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, with chills in their bones, but the surface of their bodies felt like they had been exposed to the scorching sun in the dog days of summer. Sweat was pouring out of their bodies involuntarily.
The sounds of discussion just now disappeared in an instant, and there was silence all around.
Jiang Zhihao's words also reached everyone's ears at this moment: "Maybe some people can't hear clearly what I'm going to say because of their location. But I'm only saying this this time. If you can't hear clearly, I suggest you
Keep your ears open, because those who make mistakes will not have a second chance to listen again. Please look carefully at the pictures played by the projector, and I will explain them one by one. The first picture is the gate of the construction site.
The person in charge of the watch is named Jin Xiangmai, a name that has a very petty bourgeois sentiment. Of course, he also has a petty bourgeois sentiment in his work. With a pack of soft Chinese, strangers can enter the construction site at will without any need to explain their identity.
, Wear safety protective gear.”
Everyone immediately turned to look at the old guard. Jinxiangmai was shaking all over, and the Zhonghua cigarette in his pocket had been crushed.
His lips were trembling, as if he wanted to explain something, but no one would care about his thoughts at this moment.