"Second, the remaining departments will work together to give me a complete new plan by noon tomorrow, so don't have any problems."

"Third, several agents checked out artists who were on vacation within three days and brought them over. I have something to ask them."

Feng Ning sighed, his face softened a little, leaned gently at the table, and said, "In the end, I have a few words to say, no matter what the purpose of everyone joining the company, where they have worked before, and who they have worked for, I don't care about all these. However, since I have joined my company, I hope everyone can stand on the same line with me and work together to do every job well. Now that Xingkong is facing such a big crisis, I have my responsibility, so I hope to be able to overcome difficulties with everyone. Today's meeting is over here. By the way, if anyone has any ideas about planning the program, you can come to me directly, and today's meeting will be over here and the meeting will be over."

Feng Ning walked straight out, and Shina followed behind with her documents in her arms. The sound of high heels colliding with the floor was crisp and pleasant. Feng Ning couldn't help but look down at her while walking, and frowned: "Does the feet hurt? This is so high."

As her most trusted assistant, Shina didn't know how many times she had to run up and down in high heels in one day. Feng Ning always regarded her as her sister, and she couldn't help feeling distressed at this time.

She sprained her ankle last time and was still scared about it. Xina raised her head a little flattered, and a shy look appeared on her soft face: "It's okay, Mr. Feng, as your assistant, this is what I should do."

"In the future, you don't have to wear high heels when you work in the company, whether it's flats or small leather shoes. You can do whatever you feel comfortable. You are the person I trust the most. I don't want anything to happen to you. Moreover, wearing high heels is a service provider, and your feet hurt all day long. In addition to going to some formal occasions, you can wear whatever you like."

"Thank you, Mr. Feng, I understand."

The two of them spoke all the way to another conference room. When they pushed the door open, the person sitting inside stood up immediately and looked at Feng Ning with a few frightened eyes. Feng Ning smiled slightly and sat down opposite him. The sound was not loud, but it was very deterrent: "Why are you standing? Sitting? Are I so scary? I won't eat you."

The person opposite stood in a tangled manner, and did not sit down. Feng Ning did not force it. He just raised his eyebrows at Xina. Xina immediately put the documents in her hand on the table. Feng Ning flipped through it and said calmly, "Xina, go and make a cup of coffee."

The coffee was quickly brought up, and the unique fragrance surrounded the entire space. Feng Ning took the cup of coffee, curled her lips, but pushed it forward. The coffee was pushed in front of Meng Chuan. He looked at it tremblingly, and his face turned paler.

Both hands clutched the hem of the clothes tightly, looking dazed.

Feng Ning showed a friendly smile and signaled to him: "This is my favorite coffee, called Guixia. I don't know if you are used to drinking it, try it."

This boy is the little artist who had handed her hand-made porridge before. She thought he would resign with his roommate that time, but what he said at that time seemed to never leave the starry sky. Feng Ning's eyes dimmed a little, but they quickly disappeared, and it was still her signature smile. She asked in confusion: "Meng Chuan, why don't you drink it? Don't you like it?"

Meng Chuan shook all over, his face pale as paper, his fingers trembled and picked up the coffee, and a thin layer of cold sweat had already emerged from his forehead. His voice was a little hoarse, and he changed a lot when Feng Ning saw him for the first time, and he seemed to have lost weight.

Meng Chuan tried hard to squeeze out a smile that was even worse than crying and said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Feng."

The air was filled with a faint smell of coffee, and Feng Ning's impatient heart seemed to be soothed by the calm atmosphere. At this moment, she was not so anxious. She just smiled and looked at Meng Chuan, her eyes as if with the mysterious power of insight into people's hearts. Meng Chuan lowered her head and did not dare to look at her at all.

"I remember you, last time your roommate was dug up to Qi Yue's side, I thought you were leaving, you told me that you would work hard and gave me a portion of porridge you made by yourself, right? The porridge is delicious, thank you Meng Chuan."

"But Meng Chuan, why did I let me down? What I hate most in my life is that others deceive and betray me. Unfortunately, you took both of them. I was really moved by you at that time, and I specially instructed the agent who took you to take care of you. If you have a job in the future, first consider you and increase your exposure, because you are a very hardworking person." As soon as she changed her tone, her smile disappeared.
Chapter completed!