sinovels Chapter 68 The True Colors Are Revealed
Chapter 68 The True Colors Are Revealed
Chapter 69 The True Colors Are Revealed (2 Updates)
Tom did not respond to Clarissa's suggestion.
He covered his nose with his hand, frantically weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
Seeing this, Clarissa continued, "You are a large corporation, and each department has autonomy in its work. If this kind of public opinion is handled quickly enough, the higher-ups won't hold you accountable, after all, you have too many troubles right now."
"Secondly, the waste was donated to our association as charitable materials along with donations."
"In other words, the donation agreement did not specify that we must process the waste in order to continue receiving donations."
"Your continued fulfillment of your donation obligations is procedurally just and compliant, and no one can find fault with it."
"We can even process a small batch of waste for you. This time it's all protected, and we can take pictures as supplementary evidence."
After he finished speaking, Tom was somewhat tempted.
Because Clarissa's words make sense, the donation agreement had been approved within the group, and his continued fulfillment of the donation was procedurally just.
On the contrary, breaching the contract is more troublesome.
Since the budget has already been approved, if it's not donated, the money will have to go through the process again and be returned.
However, on the other hand, given what has happened, if this donation continues—
trouble.
What a hassle!
Tom, whose head was as big as a bucket, was about to agree first, and then decide whether to donate or not later.
Bane suddenly shook his head and said, "I disagree. The association takes a cut of the donations, and I can't possibly take all 50. Why should I make money for an association that fired me?"
"??" Tom was exhausted. Bro, what exactly do you want to do?
Clarissa chimed in, "Simple, just go back to the association, won't you?"
Then she added, "Actually, I think you are fully capable of being the association's executive director. Since everyone is here now, if you'd like, we can vote right now."
After speaking, she looked at the other three directors: "What do you think?"
to be frank.
If there were someone in the meeting room who understands Chinese right now.
They'll definitely jump out and point their fingers at Clarissa and Bane, saying, "You son of a bitch, are you trying to pull a fast one on me?"
Unfortunately, they don't understand Chinese.
However, that intense emotion is universal.
Tom was amused.
So after all this time, your association is still fighting amongst itself?
The three veteran directors also realized what was going on, looked at each other, and none of them offered any opinion.
As for Eunice, he's really about to explode!
In his envisioned script, today's performance should have been "The Return of the King"!
Of course, it is indeed a "triumphant return" now.
The only problem is that the person playing the "king" is a bit off-script.
The true king should be himself!
How the hell did it turn into this damn guy on the other side?
"Sorry, I'm short on time. Could you please hurry up?"
Tom spoke again, not caring who was in charge of the association; he just wanted to get those photos and videos as soon as possible.
Clarissa seized the opportunity to look at the priest, the chairman of the board: "Engels, the association is not in a good situation right now. If GM doesn't donate, we may not be able to survive."
Furthermore, I believe you can also see that compared to incompetent figures like Eunice, Mira, and Frank, Bane's operational abilities are more trustworthy.
Tom also joined in the pressure: "I'm warning you, if I don't get these things today, I won't let your association get away with this."
The pressure worked, and Father Engel, the chairman of the board of priests, immediately said, "I think the association really needs a strong leader right now."
He then looked at the other two senior directors: "Now, as the chairman of the board, I propose the first resolution. Those who agree to Mr. Bane Cole joining the board, please raise your hands."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand first, and Clarissa followed suit.
The secretary-general and the finance minister exchanged a glance and helplessly raised their hands.
"Very good, unanimously approved." Engel then looked at Bane and smiled, "Mr. Cole, from now on, you are a member of the association's board of directors."
"Now, I will proceed with the second vote. Those who agree to appoint Bane Cole as an executive director, please raise your hands."
As expected, it passed unanimously once again.
This result made Eunice, who was sitting next to the whole person and witnessed the whole thing, laugh out loud.
He wasn't laughing at others.
Instead, he was laughing at himself.
Yesterday, he could have skipped the meeting, but he went with naive expectations. He then witnessed Howard kick him out, experiencing firsthand the humiliation of his own actions.
He could have chosen not to come today as well.
But he came with unrealistic fantasies.
Then, he witnessed the minor character he had dismissed become the association's new executive director.
"Hahahaha—" Eunice burst into laughter.
He was laughing while holding his forehead, as if there was a camera filming his profile.
Realizing that his chances of winning were slim, he started to embellish his own story.
He felt that he had left in a very embarrassing way yesterday, and he had to make up for it today.
So he clapped loudly, trying to attract everyone's attention before giving his farewell speech.
He decided to utter some philosophical words, like a villain in a movie cursing the main characters before their death.
However, the security guards came up.
Moreover, it was the same six security guards as yesterday.
The philosophical curse quickly turned into a swear word encyclopedia, and he was once again kicked out in a sorry state.
Tom, who had promised to continue donating, watched the show for a while and then left with the USB drive.
For a moment, the meeting room fell silent again.
After a long while, Bailey, the former deputy director of the municipal planning department and now the secretary-general of the association, couldn't help but speak up: "I don't think Tom will continue to fulfill the donation agreement."
"Indeed, we shouldn't have given him that USB drive now; we should have waited until he made the payment," said Tristana, the Treasurer of the BlackRock Environmental Justice Fund.
Instead of answering their questions, Bane countered with, "Are state, county, and municipal governments, and BlackRock, definitely out of budgets this year?"
"Are you planning to kick us out too?" Tristana laughed.
"No, no, no, I just want to calculate how much money the association has this year, and how much work it can do." Bane shook his head; he wasn't a football player, and he didn't have such good footwork.
Upon hearing this, Drizzt lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before smiling and saying, "Bane, actually, Belad does have a budget."
"Oh?"
"As you should know, BlackRock's previous contact person at the association was Jennifer, Howard's wife. I only took over a few months ago because Jennifer was fired."
"I've heard of it." Bane nodded.
"The reason I didn't bring a budget is because I didn't see the need for a donation. Everyone in the association except Howard is useless, but Howard has connections with Ford and GM."
Upon hearing this, Bane tapped his fingers on the table: "You mean, your budget is against GM and Ford?"
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"That's right." Drizzt readily admitted, "In fact, the budget you guys had for protecting the bullfrogs all came from Bayrade."
"Would Baileys be interested in defending the bullfrogs again?" An idea popped into Bane's mind.
"No interest. From last year until now, four NG0s in Detroit have been protecting the Bullfrogs, and the final results have been far from satisfactory." Drizzt shook his head.
"Don't be so absolute. Maybe it'll work this time?"
"I hope so," Trist said noncommittally, then hinted, "I'd prefer you to receive the next batch of donations from Tom."
Bane understood his implication; he simply wanted to gamble on whether or not the donation would be successfully received.
If he wins, he'll immediately come over with the new budget.
Skillful.
Since Bane dared to hand over the goods to Tom ahead of time, he was confident that he could get Tom to continue fulfilling the contract.
Because he knew all too well what kind of public relations department a large company like GM, which was on the verge of bankruptcy, was like.
Thinking of this, Bane smiled and said, "I also hope to receive the follow-up donations smoothly."
After saying that, he turned to Secretary General Bailey and said, "Secretary General, please prepare to distribute the board resolution to all employees and file the meeting record."
"It'll be done before I leave work today," Bailey nodded.
In fact, he was also hoping to see if Bane could get the donation back.
If they can get it back like this, then this guy might actually bring some new energy to the association.
There's one more thing he didn't mention: that state and county governments currently don't have environmental protection budgets.
But the federal government does.
There are plenty of them; it just depends on whether we can secure them.
Over here, a few people are discussing the donation.
Meanwhile, Tom had returned to GM headquarters, and instead of going to his own office, he went straight to GM's public relations department.
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