In the presidential suite of the hotel, Gu Beicheng was sitting behind a desk, hosting a video conference.
On the large screen were people from various places.
Gu Beicheng's face remained expressionless, and the people on the screen were all silent, no longer daring to speak.
Nobody knew what was wrong with Seventh Young Master today. All the points they raised had been directly dismissed by him.
The meeting had not been going on for long, but it had already reached a stalemate, yet today's crucial issue remained unresolved.
"Seventh Young Master, that..." Someone who could usually speak a few words in front of Gu Beicheng just began to make a suggestion.
Unexpectedly, he hadn't even finished speaking when Gu Beicheng, with a deep voice, interrupted him.
"Two o'clock this afternoon, everyone give me three good suggestions."
The moment the words were spoken, Gu Beicheng ended the video conference.
It was only a simple sentence, but it left those people sweating profusely.
