For many executives of Luojiacheng Huang Group, today is not only the hottest day of the year, but also the craziest day.
Originally, apart from being a little hotter, this day was not particularly different from usual. The sun still rose as usual, and everyone rushed to the company on time to go to work as usual, busy with what they should be busy with.
There is no "official" news about the fierce battle that took place in the Huang Mansion two nights ago. There are only countless gossips circulating in the Chinese society, with various versions. But everything in the Huang Group is still in order.
, everyone just buried their doubts deep in their hearts. It wasn’t until the company headquarters suddenly issued a notice asking all department leaders and branch heads to rush to the headquarters for a meeting that everyone finally realized that something unusual might be happening.
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However, despite being mentally prepared, when everyone saw the young man sitting in the chairman's position in the conference room on the top floor of the Huang Group's headquarters building, they were still stunned and could not recover for a long time.
The young man sitting in the chairman's seat looked even more nervous and embarrassed than the participants. If you look closely, you can see that his whole body was shaking nervously.
This young man with a creamy appearance and a quiet voice was known to many of the executives present at the meeting—Huang Yonghui, the youngest son of the big boss Huang Qingyun and the second youngest son of the Huang family!
However, everyone has never seen Huang Ershao in this conference room.
This conference room on the top floor of the Huang Group's headquarters building has always been the "empire" of Huang Qingyun and Huang Gaohui. Here, Huang Ershao is not even a passerby. He has never appeared in this conference room before.
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But now, Er Shao Huang was sitting in the chairman's seat, his knuckles turned white from nervousness, his head raised and he didn't dare to look at everyone.
The "buzzing" discussion resounded uncontrollably in the conference room. All the participants were whispering to each other and discussing, and they did not pay attention to Mr. Huang Ershao who was in the chairman's position.
Anyone who is familiar with the situation of the Huang family knows that Chairman Huang is very powerful, and Young Master Huang is very lucky. He is really "I am a hero and a good man". But this Second Young Master Huang is Liu Adou who cannot be helped up. Since
So, why should you care about his feelings?
The conference room became a mess.
Finally, the last president of the subsidiary company hurried to the conference room. A middle-aged man sitting next to Huang Ershao stood up with a straight face. After scolding him several times, he reluctantly cleared everyone in the conference room.
The discussion was suppressed. Everyone turned to look over.
This middle-aged man is the senior vice president of the Huang Group, Huang Qingyun's most trusted "veteran", Huang Qingyun's cousin-in-law, and Huang Ershao's cousin. He has been assisting Huang Qingyun and Huang Gaohui in managing all affairs in the company.
It has a certain prestige in the group.
The vice president announced on the spot: Because Huang Qingyun was in poor health, he needed to go to the capital of Denmark for medical treatment, and Huang Gaohui accompanied him there. During this period, all affairs of the group company were entrusted to the second son, Huang Yonghui. Huang Yonghui was officially appointed as Huang Yonghui.
Vice Chairman and CEO of the Group.
In other words, this pretty boy named Huang Ershao, who seems to know nothing, is the helmsman of the largest Chinese group in Luojia City from now on. The career future of everyone here is in his hands.
Guys, you looked at me and I looked at you, and you didn't come back to your senses for a while.
Is there such a thing as fun?
"I hope everyone can stick to their own duties and do their part..."
Before the senior vice president finished speaking, he was interrupted. A middle-aged man who was very close to him stood up with a roar, stared at the senior vice president with sharp eyes, and asked loudly: "
President Wen, what is going on? What disease does Mr. Huang have? Please tell everyone clearly. It is inappropriate for Mr. Huang not to attend such an important meeting. Why didn't even Mr. Huang show up? Are you there?
What are you doing?"
This middle-aged man's surname was Wang, and he was also a senior vice president of the Huang Group. He was extremely capable. He was quite popular in the company and was one of Huang Gaohui's most valued capable officers. Suddenly, President Wen announced
Such a news, Chairman Huang and Young Master Huang disappeared, and Young Master Huang, who was still a student, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and became the CEO of the group company. Isn't this a joke?
Naturally, Vice President Wang would not agree to it if he did it one thousand times, or not if he would not agree to it ten thousand times.
"Yes, yes, what happened?"
"You can't do it like this, it's too hasty..."
Vice President Wang's words immediately aroused enthusiastic responses from everyone, with echoes coming one after another.
No matter how much President Wen kept a straight face and scolded him, it had no effect at all. Vice President Wang stood there straight and serious, insisting on a reasonable answer.
In the end, it was the pretty boy Huang Ershao who seemed to know nothing, who ended the controversy.
Huang Ershao put his hands on the table and clenched them tightly into fists. Every knuckle turned white from exerting too much force. His voice was trembling and hoarse from being too nervous, so that his words did not sound very coherent.
However, the words he said intermittently had an immediate effect.
"Mr. Wang, you are fired!"
The conference room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop clearly.
In this way, Huang Yonghui's authority was established, and the Huang Group reluctantly completed the "change of dynasty" amidst a lot of doubts.
On the afternoon of the day when the Huang Group completed the transfer of power, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan drove into Mojiu Manor, thirty kilometers south of Luojia City. The Mercedes-Benz sedan drove directly into the inner city without encountering any obstruction.
The bodyguards guarding the manor all recognized that this was Master Yi'er's special car, and they all opened the city gate for Master Yi'er in a hurry.
Regardless of whether the great surrender masters such as Chianni and Jiang Cheng recognize Yi Zi's authority, at least the bodyguards of the manor and the ordinary surrender masters will never dare to disobey Yi Zi. The salary and benefits of the bodyguards are all controlled by Yi Zi.
The training resources needed by other descending masters are also distributed by Yizi.
These are all real.
This world is so realistic, if you have breasts, you are a mother.
Yi Zi went straight to the back garden, holding a long sword in both hands and walking in a hurry. She looked quite excited.
At the entrance of the maze, a thin indigenous man blocked Yi'er's path. This indigenous man was about fifty years old, with gray beard and hair, and slightly squinted eyes. It was obvious that he did not respect Yi'er very much.
"Junior Brother Yi'er, where are you going?"
When she saw this aboriginal man, Yi Zhi was slightly surprised. She quickly stopped, with a smile on her face, and said politely: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Jiawen. When did Senior Brother come?"
"I just received the summons from the Grand Master yesterday and arrived this morning."
Jia Wen looked up and down at Yi Er and the long sword in his hand, feeling slightly surprised.
This long sword doesn't look like it's an aboriginal product at first glance. The local aborigines never use such a weapon. It seems to be a weapon that the ancient Chinese people liked to use.
"I see, thank you for your hard work, senior brother."
Yi Zi said quickly.
This Senior Brother Jiawen, to put it into detail, is the nephew of the Great Imperial Master Mojiu and the Senior Brother of the Great Master Yizi. This status is not that important. The Jiangtou Master School is different from the Huaxia School and does not attach great importance to the ranking of these masters.
It is for the strong that
Zun Jiawen is an extremely powerful person. It is said that he has reached an extremely advanced level in the art of lowering his head, even stronger than Chiani. Because he has been practicing hard in his own manor, the great national master Mojiu
He was not summoned.
Now that both Chiani and Jiang Cheng were seriously injured, and three great masters had fallen, Mojiu Manor's defense force was almost completely lost overnight. In order to ensure safety, Mojiu Grand Master had to urgently summon "No."
Other great masters of the ancient sect came to protect the Dharma.
For an extremely powerful person like Jia Wen, Mojiu appointed him to guard the entrance to the maze, which was quite normal.
Although the relationship between Jiawen and Mojiu is much more distant than that of Yi Er, Jiani and others, they are still disciples of the "Bugu Sect" after all, and they must be counted on to help at critical moments.
This is also Mojiu's helplessness.
The law of the jungle, the winner is king, can certainly maximize everyone's potential, but it is destined to be unable to form a joint force. At critical moments, they can only be scattered and fight on their own. Even if Mojiu is a great national master, he can't
Change such laws and traditions.
Of course, generally speaking, if there is no special reason, Jiawen and others will not betray Mojiu. Relatively speaking, they are still very trustworthy.
"It's not hard work, but where are you going now, junior brother?"
Jia Wen looked at Yi Zi and said with a smile.
I have long heard that Yi'er has basically been living in Luojia City in recent years, enjoying the worldly wealth. Now it seems that the rumors are true. After not seeing each other for several years, Yi'er's aura has not strengthened at all, but has deteriorated a bit.
.Will such a guy who is greedy for enjoyment want to succeed Grand Imperial Master Mojiu and take charge of the "Bugu Sect" in the future?
It's not clear whether others are convinced or not. At least he himself is very unconvinced.
Yi Zi felt uncomfortable with the thorny look in Jiawen's eyes, and her smile became forced, and she said sarcastically: "I'm going to see the master now and report to him the situation of Yuyang Temple and the Huang family."
If I don't like your tattoos, am I going to take advantage of you?
Times have changed. Do you think that everyone is the same as you and are they still so rigid? You don't enjoy the life of feasting and reveling, but you want to stay in a manor where nothing matters. Isn't that self-abuse?
Jiawen looked at him a few more times, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, stepped away, and said, "Junior brother, please invite me."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Yi Zhi nodded to Jia Wen, walked into the maze with his head held high.
Jia Wen looked at Yi Zi's back, a sneer flashed across his face.
This time, if Mojiu has mastered the "Heavenly Ghost Descendance", then there is no need to say anything. With Mojiu's support, Yizi, the high priest of the "Bugu Sect", will naturally be firmly seated. Once this happens,
Mojiu had an accident during his training. It remains to be seen who the next high priest of the "Bugu Sect" will be.