Chapter Eighty-Four: Not Confined to One Assistant
A few days later, on the day of the speechβ
Mu Jinyao went back to the company for a meeting today, so she and Fu Chengmiao agreed to meet at the door of the company.
In order to ensure that the venue was foolproof, Fu Chengmiao asked Weng Shen to go first, while he drove to pick up Mu Jinyao.
But at this door, when dusk came, Mu Jinyao hurriedly ran out of the company, she didn't change her dress, she just looked like a child running in dusk.
'Bang-'
After she got into the car, she closed the door and sat in the passenger seat to breathe a sigh of relief:
"Whew, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that old man is so good at talking, and he has been delayed for so much time. β
At this time, Fu Chengmiao was not in a hurry, as if he would never be in a hurry to do something.
"Sit tight. He didn't count Mu Jinyao, he knew that it wasn't her fault and started the car.
But unfortunately, it has now caused a traffic jam at the high peak, and their bodies have to wait patiently with everyone even if they are the most noble in the car group.
Mu Jinyao saw that the car in front of her was already lined up, she was so anxious, she was fanning her head with one hand, looking left and right:
"Why are you still stuck in traffic......
Can this still catch up?
However, Fu Chengmiao still looked so leisurely, he leaned his elbows against the car window, and suddenly a horn roared in his ears and made him frown.
His eyes were like a weather-beaten sword through the other party's car window and inserted into the owner of the horn, and suddenly the owner of the car who was irritable because of the traffic jam immediately turned into a supple rabbit, and did not dare to provoke the horn again.
Mu Jinyao gasped when she saw this.
Can this Fu Chengmiao be a little more terrifying? Even the strong man in the car had to back down and be afraid when he saw him?
The ears were clear, and Fu Chengmiao said in a leisurely tone: "It's okay, there is Weng Shen over there, don't worry." β
Venueββ
Weng Shen had been wandering back and forth in front of this gate, and after he learned that Fu Chengmiao was stuck in traffic, he directly asked the organizer to push the order of speeches to the end.
But seeing that time was passing in a hurry, it was about to arrive at Fu Chengmiao, and he hadn't seen anyone yet.
As soon as the organizer went out, he saw Weng Shen in a silver suit who was in a hurry, and he walked over quickly:
"Weng Tezhu, why hasn't this Mr. Fu arrived yet? It's coming to you soon!"
Weng Shen immediately calmed down his worries when he saw someone coming, and he smiled formulaically and apologetically:
"I'm very sorry, our Mr. Fu said ten minutes ago that he was still stuck in traffic on the coastal road. β
"This ......" The organizer seemed to want to complain, but when the words came to his lips, after all, it was such a figure as Fu Chengmiao who could not be provoked: "Hey! Otherwise, Weng Tezhu, you can take the stage for Mr. Fu." β
He's going to take his place?
No, no, no, how can you?!
As if he had heard something more crazy than a supermarket robbery, Weng Shen stared at him in shock and shook his hand:
"No, no, no, how can the identity of the gentleman be the same as mine?"
The organizer is most afraid of hearing it now, he glanced at the venue, and now the arrangement of the dinner has begun, and once the follow-up process is delayed, it will be a whole collapse.
He couldn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, grabbed Weng Shen's hand and dragged people to the venue:
"There's no time to hesitate!
"Or wait? Maybe ......"
"Can't wait!"
Forced into desperation, Weng Shen was pushed onto the stage where the spotlights gathered.
At this time, Fu Yan was sitting in the audience, and she was full of doubts when she saw Weng Shen on stage like the public.
"How could it be Weng Shen's special assistant? Didn't you say that it was Mr. Fu's?"
"yes, they can be a grade? The organizers can't be fooling people, right?"
β......β
There was a lot of discussion, and if Weng Shen didn't escape, he wouldn't let Fu Yan miss it.
Fu Yan's eyes looked contemptuously at the people who were talking about it, and after touching his lips and throat with his fist, he spoke loudly for Weng Shen:
"One or two young people have learned to look down on people, and the people who can follow our family and Cheng Miao may be better than you!"
Fu Yan is Fu Chengmiao's mother, but there is still no shortage of people who want to talk back when they look at her and bully.
Just listen, a young and fearless voice came with a sour taste:
"Who knows, if it's a mule or a horse, or if you have to walk it!"
Weng Shen on the stage clenched his fists when he looked at Fu Yan speaking for himself but being refuted in turn.
He didn't want to let down Fu Yan, who was bent on cultivating himself, no, he had to let these people who looked down on him find out that their stubbornness was wrong!
Suddenly, Weng Shen straightened his spine and walked in the most eye-catching position of the spotlight in the sound of discussion, although his eyes were not big, he had absolutely sufficient confidence.
In the next three minutes, he turned on the impromptu speech mode and gave a detailed speech on the development strategy and development direction of Yidu International in recent years.
It can be clearly seen that those who looked down on Weng Shen at the beginning were already dumbfounded when he was talking eloquently at this moment.
At the end of the speech, applause erupted, Weng Shen withdrew in appreciation, and even Fu Yan silently applauded the child in the audience.
By the door, Fu Chengmiao and Mu Jinyao arrived just in time for the second half of Weng Shen's speech, and Mu Jinyao's mouth was still slightly open.
Fu Chengmiao was stunned when he saw her, and stretched out his hand to push her chin up:
"The saliva is going to fall. β
Mu Jinyao stroked the corners of his mouth: "This Weng Shen shouldn't be as simple as a little assistant, right? His speech is as wonderful as those bigwigs." β
"You think so, too?"
Fu Chengmiao is too, he never knew that Weng Shen had such a shining point.
Does this mean that Weng Shen may also have a secret about himself?
The dinner began, and not far away, Weng Shen was also talking with Fu Yan.
I saw that Fu Yan patted Weng Shen's shoulder appreciatively:
"Good boy, the speech on the stage just now was very wonderful, and it was the right thing to arrange for you to be by Cheng Miao's side in the first place. β
Weng Shen actually knows a lot of inside stories, and Fu Yan is not only a mentor but also a mentor and friend to him:
"Old lady, I will work hard for the sake of Yidu International, you and the chief. β
Chiefsββ
Fu Chengmiao, who was just approaching behind, stopped in place when he heard this title that he had never known.
His tall and thin figure was so eye-catching that he had to attract Fu Yan's attention.
Fu Yan stopped when he saw his son, and his heart trembled suddenly: "Cheng... Cheng Miao, you are ......"
"Chief?" Fu Chengmiao's eyes exploded suspiciously.
What secrets did he not know about his mother and Weng Shen? Who was the so-called chief?
Also, just now they said that Weng Shen was cultivated by Fu Yan and chose to put it by their side, what could they not tell themselves?
Weng Shen turned around and saw that Fu Chengmiao was suspicious because of the number of problems, and his speech became fragmented:
"First... Sir, I... We actually ......"
"Weng Shen, in fact, you will not be limited to an assistant, right?" Mu Jinyao thought the same as Fu Chengmiao, but she asked the question first.
Her eyebrows clearly depicted her suspicion of Weng Shen, and she took off her epaulettes and only wore a neutral white shirt, showing the girl's unearthly might.