Chapter 144
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Atlas's drawing hand suddenly stopped, but after a few seconds, he continued drawing and said deeply, 'Hate, of course, I hate, but not only because they hurt me, but also because Dalziel did things that harmed the company and the Drkov family, I cannot forgive them."
They were not worth his forgiveness either.
She heard the meaning in his words and asked, 'Did Dalziel do anything to the company?"
'Well, he used this house to bet on his project in France and at the same time wanted to lower the reputation of the Drkov Group. I thought he would be satisfied just by owning the company, but I didn't expect his ambition to be bigger than I thought."
Atlas said softly.
Daisy didn't know much about business, but she knew that the most important thing for a company to survive in the long term was reputation. She didn't know what Dalziel had done, but it was unforgivable.
Daisy had finished the last two comics with Atlas's help all night, and early in the morning, she couldn't help but fall asleep on the table.
Atlas, although he had stayed up as late as she had, was a little more alert. He saw that she was sleeping and didn't wake her up. He took the shirt next to him and covered her, but he just leaned on his arm and watched her sleep.
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At nine o'clock in the morning, Daisy came to the company and handed the two manuscripts to the editor-in-chief, tiredly saying, "I've finished them. Take a look."
The editor-in-chief held the unread document looked at her dark eyes and asked, "Did you stay up all night working?"
"Um."
Daisy nodded and yawned.
"You worked hard, you came back late from the party last night and still had the energy to draw. I have to congratulate you. I wonder if I will have the honor of attending the President's wife's wedding?"
The editor-in-chief asked half-jokingly.
"I will invite you then."
Daisy said blandly. Although they were not close, she was still the boss, so she still had to invite her.
"Then I have to rack my brain to think of what to give you. Or you can just say you like it, I don't need to think about it."
The editor-in-chief laughed.
Daisy said without paying attention: "It's up to you."
The editor-in-chief knew that Daisy didn't care about gifts, so he sighed: "Haha, just say that my brother still misses you, occasionally asking if you and that person are happy."
"Then you just say that I am very happy."
Daisy glanced at the other party, she didn't think that the editor-in-chief was still referring to her younger brother at this time, she had already made it clear to him that if he didn't understand, she had no other choice.
"Daisy, you are... Forget it, who told my younger brother to love you."
The editor-in-chief knew Daisy's personality so she didn't say anything more, and began to look at her manuscript.
However, after looking through a few pages, she was stunned and asked: "Daisy, this drawing doesn't seem like yours, it's much sharper, and there are also these extremely expressive eyes, don't tell me that your skills have improved."
Daisy had drawn very well, but now looking at these paintings, the editor-in-chief felt what the style of the art was.
"How is it, isn't it great?"
Daisy spoke softly and indifferently, but listening carefully, there was a hint of pride in her voice.
'Yes, it's amazing, tell me quickly, how did you draw like this?"
The editor-in-chief asked curiously.
Daisy didn't intend to say her husband's name, she just said: 'I have a teacher, but this teacher is even more amazing than these paintings."
'Which teacher is that? Can you introduce me? I want to train a group of painters shortly but haven't found anyone yet. I think this person is very good, can you help me?"
The editor-in-chief's eyes lit up, and she looked excited.
'I'm very sorry, this teacher of mine is very busy, and he only teaches me."
Others, no chance. Daisy flatly refused.
Her husband could only teach her, how could he teach others?
The corners of the editor-in-chief's mouth stiffened, the excitement also disappeared and she said: "Daisy, we have known each other for so long, I know you are not a person who only thinks about yourself, you see our company is fiercely competing with other comic companies, if we do not improve the skills of the artists, our company will fall behind, consider it as you helping me."
"It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that this person is very difficult to invite, my husband knows that person so I am lucky to be taught a few things, otherwise how could a small person like me be lucky to be taught by others, moreover you also know artists who have reached this level, how can they easily teach others, only those with fate can."
Daisy smacked her lips and said.
"If so, can you ask President Atlas one more time?"
The editor-in-chief still hasn't given up.
"No, it's hard to invite someone like that once, he's already given my husband face once, how can I give him face again."
Daisy once again extinguished the editor-in-chief's hopes.
The editor-in-chief sighed and said: "Forget it, I'll find someone else, but Daisy, I have to admit that these last two episodes can be said to be masterpieces, there will be many buyers, right, the previous ten episodes were also very successful."
"Then can I get a bonus?"
Daisy asked half-jokingly.
"You have a black card as the General Manager of Atlas and still want to take my money?"
Daisy curled her lips when she heard this: "What does this have to do with my husband's merit? Although his money is also my money, it is his money."
The editor-in-chief leaned back in his chair and said: "Just kidding, your bonus won't be less, otherwise you run away somewhere else, where can I find a second talent like you."
'Alright."
Daisy looked satisfied.
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At this moment, Atlas was facing a small problem, he was discussing a new direction for the Drkov Group, but as soon as he said it, everyone on both sides objected, disagreed with this plan, and even strongly opposed it.
Atlas only said one sentence to these objections: 'I didn't ask for your opinions, I just informed you to do it, whoever can't do it, directly submit your resignation, the Drkov Group doesn't have the money to support useless people."
Everyone below was silent and stared at Atlas, one person angrily spoke up: 'Chairman, are you forcing us to do as you say?"
'Forcing? This is a directive from the superior, how did it turn into forcing from your mouth?"
Heulwen standing beside him sneered.
'You're just an assistant, what do you know?"
Neo's face was as red as a tomato.
'Humph, I don't know anything, but I know that if it's a superior's order, the subordinates have to obey, how come you don't know this basic thing, don't understand who approved you to be the production director."
Heulwen said as if nothing had happened.
'You…"
Neo was speechless.
Dalziel was facing Heulwen, looking at him with an unhappy expression, coldly saying: 'How is the board of directors, it's not something a small assistant can comment on."
'Oh, I forgot that Director Neo was recommended by Mr. Dalziel to the former chairman, you have a good eye for people, I'm short-sighted."
Heulwen stuck out her tongue and smiled faintly.
Dalziel's eyes looked at him as if they were about to burst into flames. Another person wanted to speak up but was drowned out by Atlas's voice: 'If anyone else objects, write a resignation letter. I don't have time to sit here and listen to you guys express your opinions."After his words, everyone below was uneasy. Some people looked at Dalziel for advice, but seeing his calm face, no one dared to say anything.
Even Dalziel didn't say anything, how could they have the right to speak up?
After the meeting, everyone returned to the room feeling frustrated, but Dalziel still sat, looking at the person in the wheelchair, indifferently saying: "Atlas, what are you doing? Want to show off?"
"So what?"
Atlas didn't pay attention to him. He didn't need to explain to others.
"Alright, I'll fight to the end with you. Wait and see. Do you think being president means you can hold the Drkov Group in your hands? You're too arrogant."
Daniel said softly.
