In the reception hall of the Peninsula Hotel in Gangzong City.
On the rostrum, Ye Xiaoli was sitting at the head of the table, flanked by his two capable followers and his two sons. Dozens of cameras were taking pictures of Ye Xiaoli crazily. Ye Xiaoli could not open his eyes under the flash. Everyone in the audience
Those reporters haven't changed at all.
After all, the paler Ye Xiaoli's complexion is, the better. The whiter he is, the more convincing he is. It proves that Ye Xiaoli's life is not long and he is about to die.
What made the reporters miscalculated was that even if this was the case, even if he was extremely unwell, Ye Xiaoli just smiled in return, his expression as calm as water, not to mention uncomfortable, not to mention that he was not going to die soon, and even a little embarrassed.
There was no displeasure at all, and the calmness made the reporters at a loss.
Of course, being at a loss is only temporary. After a brief stop to take pictures, dozens of "long guns and short cannons" came out even more aggressively and stretched forward desperately, almost poking Ye Xiaoli's face.
"Mr. Ye, is Daming Group really going bankrupt?"
"Mr. Ye, I heard that you are not going to die soon. Is it true?"
"Mr. Ye, I heard that your two sons are useless. Who controls the future of the Ye family?"
The overwhelming problems could not accommodate even the largest and most luxurious reception hall of the Peninsula Hotel, the press room, and the noise could even lift the roof.
Faced with such a scene, Ye Xiaoli just sat there calmly and calmly, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with him.
His two foundations are slightly better, with many years of professionalism and the ups and downs he has experienced with Ye Xiaoli. This press conference is just a little louder than the previous ones and there is no difference. Of course, their faces are still the same after being treated like this.
Showing some discomfort and displeasure.
But it was the first time for Ye Xiaoli's two sons to see such a big battle.
Neither the eldest son Rong Jin nor the younger son Rong Yi acted like that.
Ye Rongjin is a second-generation ancestor who is ready to eat and wait for death. Years of inferiority complex have long made his character a bit submissive. It is the first time he has seen such a "big scene" and the first time someone has forced him to do so. His brain
Countless questions immediately emerged.
"What did I do wrong?"
"Why do you keep looking after me?"
"Did I think that Daming would target others like this? Can my idea be useful? I just want to be quiet. Am I wrong?"
The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt wronged. Ye Rongjin really wanted to cry at this moment.
But the more this happened, the reporters became more excited, and even turned their cameras around. Many cameras that were originally aimed at Ye Xiaoli were all focused on him.
"Still filming! Still filming! I'm not a star! Why are you filming me?"
Flash lights came on one after another randomly, and Ye Rongjin cried "Wow!" in front of all the reporters.
The reporters were even a little confused by his crying!
But what followed was more crazy taking pictures, because they had already thought about tomorrow's headlines.
"The tears shed on the spot, is it the condemnation of conscience or the debt to the shareholders?"
"Crocodile Tears"
"Young Master Ye lost everything overnight and burst into tears at the reception"
"The cause of the Ye family's turmoil turned out to be..."
As for Young Master Ye, he was much better than his brother who was so cowardly and at a loss. He even felt an indescribable joy in his heart when he saw his brother's behavior.
"Take more shots, take more shots! Hahaha..."
Thinking about it, Ye Jinyi actually got a little excited, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.
He thought he wasn't, he thought he was very careful, but under dozens of cameras, it was clear even if his skin was twitched.
The elder brother looked aggrieved, with tears streaming down his face as if he didn't need money. The younger brother had an excited face with a smile on his face. In line with the identity of the heir of the Ye family, and the press conference of the Ye family's Daming Group, a peerless painting was born.
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"Wow!"
Several reporters who had just started working without professional training even screamed with excitement.
The same treatment was immediately arranged for Ye Jinyi.
At the beginning of the period, it was just the focus of the flashlight, which made Ye Jinyi not take it seriously.
I even thought it was a sharp contrast between my "maturity" and my brother's "childishness".
He even helped reporters think of tomorrow's news headlines.
"How can the cowardly Young Master Ye inherit the huge Ming Dynasty Group? Only the mature Second Young Master Ye is the Ye family's only hope."
"The two brothers are completely different. If you want me, I will choose the second young master. He is the hope."
"Ye Xiaoli Lake is painted, the second young master is the future"
As I thought about it, the smile on my face became even brighter.
Pfft! A chuckle, like a mine dropped into the pond.
The reporters almost jumped up with excitement. The reporters who never took advantage of others immediately arranged the "long gun and short cannon" package for Ye Jinyi.
When the microphone almost hit his face, the second young master was unhappy.
"I kindly help you think of headlines, but you want to see me make a fool of myself."
In his eyes, reporters and others are just "dogs", which is called "tongues" in his respect. He cooperated with them in the performance purely because of his street-fighting brother, for inheritance rights. Unexpectedly, these dogs started to bite their owners, and these dogs started to bite their noses.
His face is simply "the eldest young master can tolerate it, but the second young master cannot tolerate it!"
He stood up immediately and the reporter holding the microphone started scolding him.
"Punch on the street! Do you know who I am? Watch your actions, don't be shameless!"
He treats reporters like a dog and a mouthful, but the reporters treat him as nothing more than farts and insists on going his own way. Originally, there was only one microphone that almost poked his face, but now he has several microphones attached to his face.
"Why are you stretching? Don't you want to make a living in the Hong Kong Comprehensive Market and still take pictures? Why don't you go take pictures of your old M taking a shower! I told you to stop taking pictures. Don't you understand human language?"
"Fuck, I remember your face! Wait until I come to find you tomorrow!"
"Death...all."
Ye Xiaoli, who had been blinded by the flashlight and pretended to close his eyes to rest, really couldn't hold it in at this moment. To be honest, he really regretted bringing these two losers to such an important occasion.
, I regret even more why I didn’t put these two wastes on the wall!
What kind of occasion is it now?
This is an occasion concerning the life and death of the Daming Group.
I originally just lamented that the "tiger father and dog son" hated iron and wanted to show them the world, but I didn't expect that they were going to trap him to death.
Ye Xiaoli, who was good at cultivating his Qi, couldn't bear it any longer, opened his eyes and held the microphone.
"Buzz!"
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The data is too disastrous, so I’d better post a small chapter.
The number of new chapters ordered is less than thirty...