"Hello, Director Hong."
Grandmother Zhou got out of the car, and the colleagues waiting on the first floor quickly bowed to greet her. A few senior management members who were familiar with her accompanied her all the way to the main conference room, ready for today's stock transfer ceremony.
"Where's Achen?" She looked around, not seeing Zhou Mingchen, and turned to ask.
"Well..." The person scratched their head, "Mr. Zhou seems to be in the General Manager's office. The two of them should still be talking, and they haven't come out yet. How about I send someone to remind them? They might be too engrossed in conversation and lost track of time."
Grandmother Zhou waved her hand, signaling him to hurry up.
In the office, Zhou Jingxian's expression was not good, like the sky before a storm, on the verge of pouring rain at any moment. The door was gently knocked, and the secretary pushed it open and entered, "Mr. Zhou, it's time."
