"Yes, President Sun, your summary is spot on." Fang Yuan said excitedly.
Sun Dasheng pressed his hand and said, "Alright, we're all old foxes here, why put on a show for me? I doubt you don't understand just because I haven't said anything."
Fang Yuan gave an awkward smile.
It seems the flattery hit the wrong note.
Probably, what the chairman cares about most now are not these pleasant words but tangible measures to solve the current troubles.
So he bowed his head and thought for a moment, then reorganized his words and said: "Director Sun, what do you think of this: since they want more stable work, let's give them more stable work."
"Oh, what do you mean?" Sun Dasheng seemed to have understood something.
