Chapter 117

Haven’t had a few bites, Ben led five or six people from the chip project team and came over Everyone at the door said in unison, Tresident Hartley. Cornelia, good evening!

Cornelia, “Good evening!”

Marcus raised his eyebrows, and his eyes under the siver–rimmed glasses clearly showed displeasure, “What’s up?”

Ben immediately handed over the documents. We reviewed the project plan again this afternoon and found a loophole. We need President Hartley to take a look

Marcus glanced through the documents and quickly found the loophole Ben mentioned without his guidance. “The Hartley Group’s self–developed chip has already been approved and is about to go on the market. The purpose of this meeting is to let everyone know that we the Hartley Group, no longer rely on other people’s mobile phone and computer businesses ”

Ben probably understood Marcus’s meaning. “So you mean we don’t need to hide our strength this time, and we just want to show our cards to our opponents?”

sexy thin lips slightly raised, revealing his confidence and

they found out that the “card data” appeared on the project plan, thinking that there was a mole in the team. Fortunately, it was not, otherwise all their efforts would have

go back and rest early. In the next few days, everyone needs to stay energized so that everyone can see

quickly and left even

asked Ben, “Ben,

Cornelia and Marcus were eating quite well,

nodded. “Yeah, there’s still some in the pot

soup! I have to eat it even if I’m not hungry” As soon as he finished speaking, Ben felt a chill coming from

turned his head and met

gaze was like a poisoned arrow, and if he didn’t run away, he could

“Cornelia, I’ve already had dinner, I won’t have the soup. President Hartley, you take your time eating.

ran away, even faster than

confused, “What’s wrong

worry about him “Marcus added the remaining soup from the pot to his bowl If he doesn’t eat

to eat the soup his

didn’t have a big appetite, especially for dinner. Plus, his stomach was uncomfortable, so Cornelia was worried he would eat too much, President Hartley, don’t eat anymore.

he couldn’t bear to waste the soup she made, “Am I

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