923 They Are All Old Cabbage
When everyone took a look, it was Han Zhuoli's cell phone ringing, wasn't it?
Manager Lu: "..."
Can she take back what she just said?
"It's my mobile phone." Han Zhuoli said calmly.
Manager Lu: "..."
I wonder if kneeling now is of any use?
The others looked at Manager Lu gloatingly, but fortunately their reaction was half a beat too late, a step too late.
Manager Lu's flattery failed, but he did a good job of killing him.
Han Zhuoli stood up and said, "Stop the meeting for now."
After saying that, he took his mobile phone and went out.
In the conference room, the department managers and Zheng Tianming were left.
Zheng Tianming kept smiling. Only he knew that the president had been waiting for Lu Mann's call.
Manager Lu's lips trembled and he asked Zheng Tianming, "General... Why didn't the general manager turn on mute today?"
Zheng Tianming said with a smile: "Whatever, the president can do whatever he likes. He can turn off mute, but we can't."
Manager Lu is also very eager to flatter others. He finally seizes the opportunity and has a strong desire to express himself.
Who knew he would make a mistake?
Manager Zheng from the production department was a little unhappy when his report was suddenly interrupted.
But the person who interrupted him was Han Zhuoli. What could he say?
But Manager Lu also used the topic to express himself, stepping on his affairs to express himself.
hehe!
"This is not the first time we have a meeting with the president. After all these years, we still don't know that a cell phone needs to be muted during a meeting? Do we need someone to remind us?" Manager Zheng said sarcastically, and it seemed like someone was smart. !
The result, haha!
Manager Lu blushed, embarrassed and angry.
Although the others didn't say anything, they all followed Manager Zheng's mocking laughter.
Apparently they were all dissatisfied with her behavior of putting others down to flatter her.
***
Naturally, Han Zhuoli didn't know what was going on in the conference room, so he took out his mobile phone and left the conference room. Before he could enter the office, he couldn't wait to connect the video call.
As soon as it was opened, Lu Mann's face appeared on the screen.
"Are you at the hotel?" Han Zhuoli saw the background on the screen.
"Yeah." Lu Man purposely zoomed out a little further, showing only half of his face, letting Han Zhuoli see what his hotel room looked like, "It's a hotel next to Donghua Terrace, don't worry."
"Okay." Han Zhuoli felt relieved, but was not in a hurry to hang up.
Lu Man asked, "Are you working now? Is it disturbing your business?"
"No, I've been waiting since I knew you were going to call." Han Zhuoli said.
If those department heads in the conference room heard this, they would be in fits of laughter.
Okay, if the president says not to bother, don’t bother. They are all old cabbage, not human.
However, Lu Man still didn't dare to disturb him for too long, and hung up after chatting for a while. Han Zhuoli then went back to continue the meeting.
***
The next day, Friday, Lu Man took Hu Zhonghui and He Mengmeng from the hotel to the nearby TV station.
Unexpectedly, by chance, I met Qiao Luna again in the elevator.
Qiao Luna raised her eyebrows and asked proactively: "Are you coming to participate in the show?"
Lu Mann nodded, "Come and record the "Classic X-Files" program."
Qiao Luna was overjoyed. Sure enough, her prayer came true!
Was it really Lu Man who was recording the same episode as her?
"What a coincidence, I'm also here to record this show." Qiao Luna said calmly.
"I've heard that we seem to be on the same page." Lu Man said politely, "This is my first time participating in a variety show and I have no experience. Please give me some advice."