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Fifty percent of Zhang Xiaojian’s Weibo post was to attract firepower on the Internet in a humorous way, and to share some curses for Ning Xueqing.

The other 50% is because Ning Xueqing has actually developed a strong enough heart now. Even if she reads Weibo these days, she has smiled, and she has long stopped caring.

Why don't you care?

So Zhang Xiaojian took it for granted again.

It's just that he didn't know that after he posted this Weibo, it did not have the effect of sharing the firepower, but it made countless netizens laugh.

Ning Xueqing said just now: "Are you my brother?"

On the Internet, it was changed to: "Are you Ning Xueqing's brother?" In the comments, he swiped more than a thousand in an instant.

What is even more frightening is the number of reposts. I reposted 15,000 entries before the start of the meeting. The repost of Ning Xueqing's entry directly came to the hot search qualifier list, and it continued to soar.

And all this will brew a network storm.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know his unintentional insertion of willows, and Liu really would be a shadow. He put down his phone because the meeting started.

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Du Yue came to the center seat of the conference table.

She sat down, put her hands on the solid wood chair handles, and carefully touched the wooden lines. She seemed to understand that this chair would have no relationship with her after today.

At present, Tianhua's shareholders in the magic city are all present, which is completely different from the situation where only four or five people came to the shareholder meeting that she held three days ago.

Of course Du Yue understood that most of these people came not for her, but for Zhang Xiaojian.

Today she will leave Tianhua. She wants to fight her life, so before the organizer and promoter Guo Rui started to speak, she said in the slightly noisy conference room: "Everyone can be quiet. ?"

The meeting place was quiet, Guo Rui wanted to stop, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Xiaojian raised his hand, meaning to let her say.

Du Yue glanced at Zhang Xiaojian and understood that if he disagreed, the CEO of Tianhua Entertainment didn't even have the right to speak, and his heart felt bitter.

Even more bitter, she also saw Mei Qi and Yi Xuan.

They are all dressed up very nicely today, and they have the meaning of being an elite in the workplace. Maybe they can also go to acting in the future. Then she recalled the reasons why she did all this as quickly as possible, and got a clear answer-benefit.

Does she still need a chance to speak?

need.

Salted fish still wants to turn over, how can Du Yue not give her a last fight?

Du Yue took a deep breath and said emotionally: "I am the founder and major shareholder of Sky China Entertainment, CEO Du Yue. At the beginning, I never thought that Sky China Entertainment would be as big as it is today. Hua did his best..."

Zhang Xiaojian listened with gusto, and Guo Rui frowned.

The shareholders in the audience sometimes glanced outside the window, wondering if they remembered the days when they struggled with Du Yue in the early years.

Some more emotional people also have red eyes, as if they think of the friendship with Du Yue back then.

Du Yue also speaks calmly and powerfully. It seems that every big CEO has a good foundation in speaking.

The audience also listened to her speech, and after finishing the struggle history, Du Yue talked about feelings again.

She began to call her name: "Old Sun, do you remember that you went to pick up the artist on the thirtieth year?"

An old man who is over 50 years old and has gray hair nodded: "Remember, Xiao Han, after leaving our company, his career is now a bit sluggish."

"Sister Zhou, do you remember how many days and nights your finance department worked overtime when we were going to go public?"

"Ten days and nights, at that time..., don't mention it."

...

...

Du Yue used her true feelings to touch one after another Yuan old people.

Time passed without knowing it for almost half an hour, and she finally said: "I know what the purpose of today's meeting is. I vote for the ceo and vote for the future development direction of Tianhua.

"I hope what I have just said will make you understand that I, Du Yue, have always been your comrade-in-arms, and I have always made Tianhua a vigorous and colorful work. I have always been protecting your interests. Please choose Trust me again."

After speaking, she took a deep breath again. This is her last struggle. The effect seems to be good so far. Many veterans who hold a larger share quota have already remembered the common memories.

These memories are powerful and can influence voting.

Du Yue must firmly believe this now, so she looked at Zhang Xiaojian.

Guo Rui said, "Do you want to say something about Dong Zhang?"

Obviously, he thinks that after Du Yue's speech canvassing, Zhang Xiaojian should do the same, otherwise he might really suffer.

But even though Zhang Xiaojian understood Guo Rui's kindness, he shook his head and said, "Let's vote."

It doesn't seem to treat this battle as one thing.

Guo Rui knew that he couldn't persuade, and he was not easy to persuade at the meeting, so he had to say to everyone: "Since Mr. Du has already picked out the words clearly, then we will make a quick decision without delaying everyone's time."

“All of you present here are Tianhua’s shareholders and have the right to determine Tianhua’s future. I chose Zhang Xiaojian and Zhang Dong as the candidate for the CEO. The reason for my selection is...

With that said, Guo Rui picked up a remote control, the projector was lit, and Zhang Xiaojian's photo appeared in front of everyone. Below are his resume and the company he holds.

Suddenly Zhang Xiaojian had a feeling of... sitting in a conference room of an insurance company.

What made this feeling disappear was the applause, extremely warm.

Guo Rui didn't repeat it, and said neatly: "Next, please raise your hands to the directors and shareholders who support Zhang Xiaojian."

Zhang Xiaojian glanced away and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. There was such a hint of disdain in his smile that he immediately gathered it back.

Not long ago, under Du Yue's speech, the emotional old grandson, Sister Zhou, and Yiying people raised their hands one after another and firmly supported Zhang Xiaojian.

Several of them seemed to be still intoxicated by the memories just now, their eyes were reddening while raising their hands.

And with a glance, you can see that more than 80% of the people have chosen to support Zhang Xiaojian. This scene is not a face slap, but a face draw.

Du Yue frowned, knowing that he had lost, and the good feeling he had just given birth was completely crushed again.

She laughed at herself, thinking about how Tianhua started his business in these years, and it relied on interests, not feelings.

Her emotional speech, in fact, there is no fart, because even if everyone is emotional, they will not let the benefits slip through their fingers.

So instead of continuing to vote, she stood up, turned and left the meeting room, and walked in the corridor. She saw that for some reason, the clear sky was covered with clouds, and it was too heavy for people to breathe.

And Zhang Xiaojian, who was sitting in the conference room, stood up, sat in the position where Du Yue had just left, and asked, "Did you eat at noon?"

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