Song Xiang gritted his teeth and immediately wanted to retaliate. However, as soon as they entered the hotel, several big shots came towards them.
"Mr. Yan, congratulations."
"Mr. Song is young and promising, with a bright future."
Song Xiang was confused. Both of them were leaders in the food and medical industries in the imperial capital. They were worth at least 30 to 40 billion. With ten Yue Ji bundled together, people might just look at her and call her "Mr. Song."
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Feeling guilty, she greeted him politely and followed Yan Han, not daring to say a word for fear of ruining Yan Han's reputation.
After the two bosses said "Enter first," she asked Yan Han in a low voice: "Mr. Yan, what kind of event is it? Please tell me a little bit so that I can be prepared."
"It's a small matter, what are you prepared for? Your on-the-spot performance is not enough?" Yan Han raised his chin, leaving no room for anything.
Song Xiang's mouth twitched, and she continued to pretend while holding her breath. She originally thought it was some kind of brand press conference, but after taking two steps to see it, it was not at all.
The attendees were all people who were only seen at Yan's 60th anniversary celebration. Just one of them would be enough to set the stage. No press conference could afford such a crowd.
She was confused, and her eyes immediately widened as soon as she glanced at him.
Zhang Yaxin?
The other party was dressed up in a gorgeous way, with jewelry all over his body. He wore four or five rings alone, looking like a country bumpkin going to the city.
When Song Xiang saw the other party, the other party also saw her.
Different from the way she made things difficult at the meeting during the day, when Zhang Yaxin saw Song Xiang, she hurriedly trotted up to him with her dress in hand.
"Mr. Song."
Song Xiang:???
She was still confused and wanted to see what the other party was trying to do, but Zhang Yaxin had no chance to get close and was directly stopped by the bodyguards led by Yan Han.
Many people around looked over, their expressions unchanging as they led Song Xiang inside.
Song Xiang didn't say much, holding up her skirt to keep up with Yan Han's pace.
She was still thinking about what the occasion was, so she followed Yan Han into the elevator, and as soon as she stepped out, they all said hello.
In the super conference hall on the 17th floor, a row of large characters is written above the golden door.
——The inauguration ceremony of the president of Yueji Automobile Industry.
Song Xiang stopped thinking for a moment and tried to open his eyes wide. His first reaction was that he had seen it wrong.
Her heart beat like a drum, and her breathing began to become unsmooth. Standing next to Yan Han, she couldn't take a step for a long time.
"Have you never seen the world?" Yan Han's sarcastic voice floated into his ears again.
Song Xiang's whole body turned to stone, his neck turned around one after another, and he stared blankly at Yan Han.
Yan Han said: "I'll give you ten minutes to prepare your inauguration speech. If you dare to embarrass me later, I will throw you into the moat."
Song Xiang blinked his eyes fiercely and finally came to his senses, still in disbelief.
She held Yan Han's arm as if holding a life-saving pillar.
"Mr. Yan, are you kidding me?"
He gave her a stern look, his eyes full of ridicule, speechlessness and teasing, "What do you think?"
A big shot in the machinery manufacturing industry happened to be passing by, and he nodded to Song Xiang: "Mr. Song, congratulations."
Song Xiang took a breath of air and completely believed it.
She licked her lips, her chest rose and fell violently, and she stared at Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, I am not prepared..."
"I won't tell you, just to test your on-the-spot performance and prepare you. What else am I going to do?" Yan Han hummed softly, his tone was natural and there was no trace of acting.
Song Xiang patted his chest and did some mental construction on the spot.
Yan Han stood beside her and urged mercilessly, "There are still eight minutes."
Song Xiang was about to cry but had no tears. She was so nervous that she almost went crazy.
She had given countless speeches and conference guidance as the chief secretary before, but it was different now. The audience was full of people who could not be invited in ordinary times. She was a small CEO who was chasing ducks to sell products, and she was mentally unstable.
Feel unworthy.
It's enough for the inauguration ceremony to involve company insiders, so why make it so big!
She was very sure in her heart that Yan Han was deliberately creating problems for her and could kill her in a matter of minutes.
Yan Yan looked at the woman's unpredictable face, found it interesting, and said leisurely: "Six minutes."
Song Xiang:!!!
"Didn't you remember the inaugural speech in your dreams, and now you still need to prepare for it?" Yan Han said with a hint of fun.
Song Xiang didn't understand what he meant. She had written drafts for her own entertainment before, but she hadn't really memorized them. If she suddenly came on stage, it was just editing on the spot.
Yan Han: "First introduce yourself, describe your resume, then analyze the current situation of the company, and finally think about the future."
Song Xiang blinked. This process seemed a bit familiar, similar to what she had imagined before.
She looked at Yan Han and wanted to give her some advice, but Yan Song suddenly burst out and spoke.
"Master, it's almost time."
Song Xiang panicked and grabbed Yan Han's arm hard.
Yan Han frowned and looked down at Song Xiang's clenched hands.
"After five years of training, what's there to be nervous about?"
Song Xiang bit her lip, "I..."
Without giving her a chance to talk, Yan Han grabbed her wrist with his backhand and forcefully pulled her towards the venue.