Chapter 805 Not Talented to Manage
The security guard's face immediately changed.
Following that, he stammered, "Mr... Mr. Valentine, are you... Mr. Valentine?"
Beau sat in his wheelchair and glanced at the other party indifferently.
A sense of oppression followed.
The security guard's forehead was covered with sweat.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I failed to recognize you. I'll let you in right now."
The security guard was a native of Krine. Although he was originally a member of Dewfall International, he also knew the well-known Mr. Valentine and his previous means. He knew that Mr. Valentine was not to be offended.
The security guard swiped the access card with fear and let them in.
Noah snorted and pushed him away under Beau's hint.
Seeing that he was about to leave, the security guard couldn't help but wipe the sweat on his forehead.
Before entering the elevator, a light and heavy voice came. "Go to the finance department to get your salary this month. You don't have to come next month."
With a "ding", the elevator door was closed.
The security guard's knees went soft and he almost lost his balance.
The elevator slowly rose. The security guard took out the walkie-talkie and told his supervisor, "Beau is here. He brought a group of people with him. He is now taking the B2 elevator."
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The office building of Star-Moon International was on the 17th floor, and there were recording rooms, training rooms, and other rooms on the floors below, which were well-equipped.
Before those stars signed the contract, they came to the company for an investigation. As soon as they saw the equipment, they gained faith in the company.
What they didn't know was that after they signed the contract, they might be sold to a foreign country as slaves.
"They only know how to put on a show." Noah could not help but complain.
Sawyer stared at the floor number that was increasing and said with a smile, "Will Andrew be scared when he sees us or he's actually waiting for us to go up and then give us a head-on blow?"
Beau said in a low voice, "What do you think?"
"Of course, it's the latter. The security guard must have told him about our arrival just now."
Sawyer smiled, but his eyes were cold.
Noah asked, "Beau, will Mr. Valentine really be here?"
Beau shook his head. "Not necessarily, but Andrew must be here."
So he had to test him first, and then look for Matthew in public.
While they were talking, there was another "ding" sound in the elevator.
The elevator arrived.
When the door opened, Noah pushed Beau out first.
Sure enough, as soon as they walked out, they saw Andrew standing in front of the elevator with a group of people in suits and leather shoes.
Seeing Beau coming over, Andrew took two steps forward.
"Mr. Valentine, why do you have time to come here today? I thought you had to go back and recuperate."
The implication was that you should take good care of yourself at home so that you wouldn't be unable to stand up in the future and even come here to meddle in other people's business. You were really free.
Beau smiled kindly. "If I didn't come over, how would I know that I'd still be the one in control here? Who knows if someone wants to usurp the throne?"
Andrew's face twisted for a moment, and he glared at Beau with resentment.
"Mr. Valentine, you must be joking. We are just concerned about your health. We don't want a disabled person to lead our company."
Noah was furious. "What's wrong with these people? They keep saying that Beau is disabled. Who are they mocking?"
"You!" Noah stepped forward. He really wanted to scold him back but was stopped by Beau.
"It's just a minor injury and it will soon recover. You know, it's easy to recover from external injuries, but there is no way to heal mental retardation. Instead of letting an idiot lead the company to a dead end, the shareholders prefer me to lead them out of this predicament, don't they?"
With a smile in his eyes, Beau looked at Andrew.
"President Andrew, what do you think?"
The corners of Andrew's mouth twitched. He no longer wanted to remind him that Andrew was not his last name.
Beau turned to look at the group of people behind Andrew.
"What do you think?"
The group of people looked at each other and nodded.
"You're right, Mr. Valentine."
"Mr. Valentine, you're so powerful. Such a small injury is certainly not a problem for you."
Beau's lips curled into a smile.
"Everyone, this is my first time here. Aren't you taking me around?"
Andrew immediately became vigilant. Beau came at this time. He might be up to something.
He said, "What's there to visit in the company? Why don't I take you to the president's office?"
"Andrew, that's not right. As a superior, how can I be a good guide if I don't even know my own territory? Andrew, you didn't manage the company like this before, did you?"
"No wonder you caused so much trouble and now I have to clean your ass."
Andrew was speechless.
He could hardly remain his demeanor, and he couldn't help but curse Beau for being shameless in his heart.
Seeing Andrew's distorted facial features, Beau laughed in his heart, and he didn't show any mercy.
"President Andrew, it seems that you don't have the talent to run a company. But it doesn't matter. Just wait and get the dividends in the future. I will manage the company well."
It sounded as if he was going to drive Andrew out of the management position.
The group of subordinates behind him looked at each other meaningfully.
Andrew realized that if things went on like this, he would become passive.
He quickly gave a perfunctory smile and said, "You're right, Mr. Valentine. I'm not as good as you who started from scratch with the Valentine family. I still have a lot to learn."
"By the way, how about visiting your office first and then slowly visiting other departments?"
The corner of Beau's mouth twitched. He turned to look at Sawyer and asked, "Sawyer, what do you think?"
Sawyer got goosebumps. Beau had never called him that before.
But in front of Andrew, he had to put on an act.
He pretended to be deep in thought and said, "The most important thing for an entertainment company is the artists. Why don't you call the artists of the company over and let's see how they are now?"
Beau was very satisfied with Sawyer's cooperation.
He nodded and said, "Sawyer's words make sense. Where's the archive? Let's go and take a look at their files first."
As he spoke, he asked Andrew to lead the way.
Andrew's face darkened.
At first, he thought that Beau was here to ask him about Matthew.
It seemed that this guy was here to catch him.
Previously, he only had time to ask someone to cut off the business route, but he forgot to deal with the information in the archive.
He forced a smile.
"The archive is too messy. It's covered with dust. Why don't we go downstairs and have a look first? I'll have someone clean the inside before inviting you in."
Beau and Sawyer looked at each other.
Sawyer said, "Isn't there even a cleaner in such a big company? How could they let the archive be so dirty? How careless they are!"
"You really don't have talent in management. It's right to give up your position as soon as possible."
Being laughed at by Beau and Sawyer one after another, Andrew almost couldn't hold back his anger and wanted to have a fight with them directly.
It took a lot of effort to suppress his temper.
He smiled apologetically and said, "We are now promoting environmental protection and energy saving, so we didn't leave any hard copies. They are all saved online."
"Really? Why don't you show us the online files first?"
Beau gave a suggestion indifferently.
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