After wearing the book, the big guys are vying to help me raise my cubs

Chapter 118 Do you have the confidence to sit in this position?
"You bastard!" The old man sat up angrily, watching him gnash his teeth, "You can't even be a general manager, but you still want the whole group? You are Liu Adou, who can't be supported by mud! You only know Mess around with women, if I give it to you now, the group will not let you, a prodigal son, be ruined!"

"That's because the second uncle is in front, and he won't let me do anything. If there is no second uncle's obstruction, I will definitely be able to do well!" Leng Mufeng said confidently.

"Your second uncle is teaching you! Without your second uncle all these years, how can the group develop so well?" The old man said sternly, but his words were full of gunpowder, "Everything your second uncle did was for Hello, you learn a lot and improve your ability, so that he can trust you to hand over the group."

Leng Mufeng curled his lips, then thought of something, looked at Leng Qinghan, with a bit of pride in his eyes, "Second Uncle, did you hear that? No matter what, the Leng Group is mine, and your seat is also mine , I advise you not to be too embarrassing, take care of me, you are just managing for me now."

Leng Qinghan raised her eyes slightly, looked at him and smiled softly: "It seems that you like my seat very much. In this case, I will let Xian now, but do you have the confidence to take this seat?"

With a contemptuous smile in his eyes and a lazy posture, he didn't take him seriously at all.

It seemed that what Leng Mufeng racked his brains to obtain was nothing more than an easy toy in his hands.

Leng Mufeng was suppressed by his aura, clenched his hands and was speechless.

The old man coughed, and looked at Leng Qinghan displeasedly, "Okay, he is your nephew, although he is not a few years younger than you, but he is still close, all you have to do is teach him a lot, and support him as soon as possible, I think he's been promoted to the top recently."

At the top level, besides the position of president, there is only one position of vice president left.

Leng Mufeng smiled triumphantly, looked at Leng Qinghan and raised his chin provocatively.

Leng Qinghan frowned slightly, and said with some displeasure: "Dad, I think you have been resting for too long and don't even understand the internal situation of the group. Mu Feng's position as general manager has been quite controversial. In order to support him, even Drived away a great hero of the group. Last year he was sued for causing trouble in a bar. This matter has just been resolved this year. He then used the group's projects to honor his future father-in-law. As a result, he lost 5000 million yuan of funds. I didn’t tell you about the matter, I paid for it, and last week he was cheated and lost tens of millions of the group’s funds in vain. Do you think the board of directors really has no complaints? Or this matter Or do you handle it yourself?"

His tone was casual, and even his expression was slightly lazy, but what he said was enough to provoke the old man's anger.

The old man looked at Leng Mufeng and asked anxiously: "Is this true?"

"I..." Leng Mufeng couldn't argue, "Second Uncle, you did it on purpose!"

"Shut up!" The old man patted the coffee table, "Kneel down!"

Leng Mufeng gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground unwillingly.

"I said these are not complaints, but I just want you to know that sitting in a position he shouldn't be able to do is not convincing." Leng Qinghan looked at the old man, "Of course, the group belongs to you, what do you want? You can do whatever you want, I just manage it for you, I have no right to interfere, and in the end, you will be smashed to pieces, don't blame me for not reminding you."

This sentence may seem full of loyalty to others, but only the old man knows how much connotation his words carry.

"You are the president of the group now. I'm just offering advice, and the decision is still in your hands. In your opinion, how to eliminate the complaints from the board of directors?" the old man asked with a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)