The next second, she took out a map of ideas that was exactly the same as mine. My hand holding the paper was getting tighter and tighter and my knuckles were shaking. I just wrote it, where did she hear the news?
After being reborn, I still couldn’t escape the fate of being plagiarized?
I smiled and said that I was inexperienced and asked her to ask my father for advice.
I fled the office in embarrassment. I threw the ideas I just wrote into the shredder.
That night, I bought a bottle of wine to go to my father to test his opinion.
But I heard him say that Renee had not yet written a prototype of the plan.
As he spoke, he sighed in disappointment. "I can't compare to you after all. If Renee wants to manage a company, she still needs to practice for a few more years."
I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not too late.
Under the influence of alcohol, I rethought a way. I told my father about my idea.
He was excited and excited and patted my shoulder proudly, "The company will rely on you in the future. If there is no reform, Gryffindor Group will be eliminated. Your idea is very good. Go ahead. Dad supports you."