Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1370: Chapter 1370: Where is the Pantry? Chapter 1370: Chapter 1370: Where is the Pantry? The dozens of people in the meeting room instantly looked over.

The Executive President was stumped by the question but replied quickly, “President Lawrence, we have conducted market research and used computer data analysis to obtain these figures, which are authentic and effective. We based our analysis report on these data.”

“How many people did you conduct market research with? And where did you find these people?”

“45 people. Mainly at schools and on the streets.”

The handsome man’s thin lips tightened as he looked at him, “So you’re using data from 45 people to talk to me about the preferences of 30 billion people?”

“Moreover, places like schools and streets are where mostly young people gather, students and young professionals up to three years into their jobs at most. However, the real cinema-going demographic is the 25-40 age group. I am not even going to argue with you about the market share increasing sixfold by 2025 and the return on investment increasing by 4.5 times. You tell me that the movie will become fan-driven. Who gave you this conclusion? Was it also based on the data from those 45 individuals?”

The Executive President was sweating profusely on his forehead.

Baron Lawrence tossed the report of the Elysion project they had submitted to Headquarters onto the meeting table, leaned back in his chair, and began, “I asked you to make a plan for the upcoming year, and you gave me a five-year plan and an eight-year outlook. But the plan for next year is a complete mess!”

“I need next year’s plan, not to hear you ramble! I’m asking you again, can you do it or not? If not, there are plenty of people outside waiting to take your place! If you continue like this, you might as well pack up and get out! I need solid plans and projects, not daydreams from you!”

“President Lawrence, I…”

“You got a problem with that?”

A steely gaze swept over them, dominating the entire room!

The Executive President was left with nothing but cold sweat, not daring to retort.

Ever since he was told that Baron Lawrence would come over from Headquarters, he knew he couldn’t escape a scolding today, but he hadn’t expected to be chewed out so harshly.

“No, no objections. We’ll go make revisions right away.”

“Before that, report all those project IPs of your Elysion plan to me. I want to see what foolish things you’ve done!”

“…Yes.”

The Executive President, having been severely reprimanded, left the rest feeling anxious and uneasy, fearing they might be next, but they had to come forward one by one and make their reports, steeling themselves.

Baron Lawrence’s fingers idly drummed on the meeting table, growing more irritated as he listened.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist — half an hour had passed. Where had that woman gone off to with making the coffee, and why hadn’t she come by now?

He didn’t know why, but his heart suddenly clenched in his chest, a sense of indescribable unease; his heart thudded faster than usual.

Damn it.

Why was he feeling this way?

It was as if something important in his heart was in danger of being hurt.

Baron Lawrence’s brows furrowed deeper, and his fingers tapped on the meeting table faster and faster. The person presenting on stage was nervously watching his expression, growing more and more anxious, stuttering over their words, “Our plan for this year, our plan is, the plan…”

Suddenly, the man at the head of the table stood up abruptly, “Where is the tea room?”