Mr. Sima looked at Pei Qian kindly. "Don't you think Wang Yue's suggestion just now sounded a little familiar?"
Pei Qian was confused. He couldn't help asking, "Mr. Sima, when did Wang Yue ever suggest laying people off? How come I didn't know about it?"
Mr. Sima could tell Pei Qian had misunderstood. He smiled and said, "Wasn't Wang Yue's advice for Tengda Games to take a look at the technical backbone and fire them?"
Only then did Pei Qian get it. But he immediately realized that after Wang Yue had made that suggestion, Mr. Sima definitely wouldn't let Wang Yue go to Jinghong Group!
Mr. Sima would surely be afraid Jinghong Group would become an empty shell, reduced to a source of nourishment for Wang Yue's Xinxin Technology. In the end, the Sima family would be doing all the work for Wang Yue!
Pei Qian still didn't want to take responsibility for this, so after hesitating for a moment, he tried to make one last appeal.
"Mr. Sima, your Eldest Young Master really dislikes me. If you ask me to take over now, I'm worried I'll turn Jinghong Group into a complete mess!"
Hearing this, Mr. Sima smiled. "Don't worry. After I woke up, I already reprimanded him.
"From now on, he'll only be a vice president at the company. He'll have to listen to you, the General Manager!"
Seeing Mr. Sima trying to talk Pei Qian into it, Wang Yue worried that if Pei Qian agreed, those old hands would drive him crazy. Pei Qian's help was still essential to Feihuang Games, the company Wang Yue had started with him, and to keeping their group of friends working hard together.
So Wang Yue suddenly cut in. "Mr. Sima, Jinghong Group is a very large company. I know many