In the conference room on the 32nd floor of the Zhou Group's headquarters building, the air was so solid that water could almost be squeezed out.
"This is the plan that your marketing department spent half a month to come up with?" Zhou Jingchuan threw the document on the table, and the metallic gray pen made a crisp sound on the glass table. "The budget exceeded the standard by 40%, but the payback period was extended by two years. Do you think the company has too much money to spend?"
His voice was not loud, but it silenced the dozen or so executives present. Zhou Jingchuan, 32, has been in charge of the Zhou Group with a market value of hundreds of billions for five years. He is known in the market for his ruthless vision and decisive decision-making. In private, he is nicknamed the "Iceberg President" by his employees because of his unsmiling manner.
Beads of sweat broke out on the marketing director's forehead: "Mr. Zhou, this project is indeed difficult. The competitors——"
"I don't listen to excuses." Zhou Jingchuan interrupted, tapping his slender fingers on the table, "I need to see the new plan before Friday, otherwise this project will be transferred to Team B."
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The meeting ended in a depressing atmosphere. The executives filed out, and no one dared to say a word.
