An Siwei glared at Chen Bin, his reprimand firing off like a machine gun.
"No organization, no discipline, who told you to advertise? Did you report to the station?!"
The latter answered calmly.
"Director Lan entrusted the Spring Festival Gala entirely to me, meaning anything related to it can be decided by me. Besides, no one told me initially that I couldn't advertise."
An Siwei widened his eyes and stared at Chen Bin.
"What, do you think I'm deliberately making trouble for you?"
"Of course not. Since Mr. An feels I have an issue, I won't argue about it. How about I go back and write a self-criticism, would that be acceptable?"
"What's your attitude?! Do you think you have a reason even when you make mistakes?"
Taking a deep breath, Chen Bin forcibly suppressed the anger within.
"Fine, then what do you want me to do?"
"Return the money, no advertising allowed! Moreover, the Spring Festival Gala must be completed with quality and quantity assured!"
