The various proposals were ultimately sent to Old Zhou's office.
Old Zhou, with his head full of thick, black hair, was sighing and shaking his head repeatedly.
"Sigh..."
"Sigh!"
The secretary, however, turned a deaf ear, placed the documents on the table, and then returned to the outer office.
But today was destined not to be a peaceful day.
Because President Xiao Zhou had too many ideas, the planning department kept changing things and eventually sent up a new round of ideas.
This time, Old Zhou almost wanted to directly call out for the secretary to stay and keep him company.
At this moment, he let out another long sigh:
"Sigh!"
The secretary put on a wry smile: "Chairman, what's troubling you?"
"What could possibly be troubling me?"
Old Zhou rubbed his temples, aching: "My son is just not up to par! You tell me, how did such a smart and capable person like me produce such an idiot?"
