"Incredible young ......"

Machiko Kawahara stood in the center of the exhibition hall in Area C, with an arc-shaped booth torn apart by an unknown force in front of her. It's just that now, the original outline is no longer visible, and people's attention is more likely to be attracted by the fragmented cracks themselves.

The cracks were so hideous and so large that there was no support between the fragments of the various booths, and it seemed impossible to resist the heavy equipment above, and could collapse at any time. But they stand there steadily, and the closer they go, the more they see the details, the more incredible they feel.

According to the original plan, it was supposed to be raised to the upper floor before the auction began, and it would have existed as the main exhibition area. But at this time, the young man who was talking eloquently at the venue directly destroyed this plan.

However, some of the pre-installed equipment around is still functional, and it is temporarily fenced off as a half-backstage, where many staff members go back and forth to deal with all sorts of issues – at least on the surface.

No matter how busy the staff is, they carefully bypass the central booth area. At the same time, there are also researchers from different sources, with large and small instruments, bent over their waists, carefully walking through the cracks in the steel, trying to find more valuable clues from them.

Two different circles, for the time being, are not contradictory.

Machiko Kawahara is here, watching the auction progress through ubiquitous screens and projections, watching the young man who completely distorted the trajectory of her life, talking on stage, distorting the minds and wills of others as well.

Surprisingly, she didn't have much resentment.

More still envious, and thinking of his son.

“…… If Jiya grows up, he can become like this, which should be a gratifying thing. ”

She doesn't have much affection for her husband, a tool man who died early, but her stubborn and lovely young son is one of the important fulcrums of her life. Just imagine the future a little, it is the factor of fantasy, and it can also eliminate some blocks in the heart, and talk about it for stress relief.

This rare free thought didn't last long.

Because of a series of changes in the auction site, while the headquarters is under pressure, it also transmits stronger pressure and even emotions:

"Bastard! How can you change the process and personnel of the auction at will? Are you ready to bet on Toyama's decades-long reputation? ”

Machiko Kawahara took a silent breath, adjusted her breathing, and replied with an appropriate calm attitude:

"Vice President, it is in accordance with the instructions of the board of directors that I have obtained Mr. Ronan's understanding and have not taken up any resources outside of my authority."

The voice on the other side suddenly rose a notch: "So you used the reputation of our Toyama family as a bargaining chip and threw it out rashly?" ”

Obviously, Shingo Toyama on the other side, the grandson of Kenta Toyama, the chairman of the board of directors, and the successor of the high line in the de jure sense, was so angry that he blurted out something that was not quite appropriate. However, he finally didn't get home, and then forcibly pulled back:

"The board of directors only gives you instructions to control the 'unsuccessful auction', and has no other authority. Are you clever or are you deliberately trying to get around the problem? Look at the current situation, that damn kid actually named the president, how much pressure and passivity this will cause to the company! ”

"Vice President, forgive me for having a different opinion."

Machiko Kawahara still maintained a calm tone: "I think that compared with actively creating unsuccessful auctions in public, passive acceptance under power should be more reasonable and easier for people to understand." After all, the other party is a man of the hour in the 'top' circle.

"Moreover, as a general manager and a negotiator, I have the authority to temporarily change the first-level auction process in terms of system......"

"No, you don't!" Shingo Toyama was almost roaring.

"If I was just a microphone-type tool, there would be no need for the board of directors to send me to the Pacific Ocean, thousands of miles away!"

Machiko Kawahara's voice also had a bit more of a cold metallic voice: "With all due respect, according to your perception of the vice president, do you not expect or want this public relations to achieve results at all?" Is it simply to avoid magnifying one's own weakness under power because of a momentary victory? ”

There was a "bang" over there, and I don't know what fell, but Shingo Toyama's voice was pinched into a ball under the rage, and it rolled in his throat: "Kawahara, are you sure you know what you're talking about?" Even if you are a representative of the Hawon family...... When you say these crazy words, you are throwing the face of the family into the mud!

"Shame, Kawahara!"

"Ah, I'm so sorry." Machiko Kawahara responded in an insincere tone, "I'll reflect on myself." Please forgive me for being overly excited after completing my mission. ”

Then, she hung up the communication, but her lips drew a cold arc, echoing Ronan's bright smile at this moment.

The Hawon family? Don't hesitate to push her out when it's done

Are you ready for the sacrifice?

Previously, there was indeed a truth hidden in what she and her subordinates said: she was no longer qualified to return, at least as a "standing officer".

Before and after taking over this hot task, she also heard similar rumors, but she couldn't find the reasonable logic in it, so she still had a glimmer of hope, and even had the miracle fantasy of a big comeback in the 'next gram'.

But now, she was disappointed after all.

As she said, the board was not prepared to succeed at all, and indeed wanted to make her an outcast, and only allowed her to be an outcast. In this case, her efforts turned into rebellion.

This does not bode well.

After all, Machiko Kawahara is an excellent woman who often works hard in the business world, especially in a region like Hanjo, which is relatively lacking in the soil of 'strong women', and she is very determined to be able to stand out.

She was ready to go through a low ebb in her heart, and she was not prepared to go back to the reprimands and humiliations of the old ones who had appointed her fate—she was aware of the consequences of internal turmoil, but she couldn't accept the misfortune of winning the lottery.

If you have a direct transfer in Ticheng, you will go to the New World, or the inland cities of the Old World, to recuperate your body and mind...... Wait until the wind has passed, and then make plans.

Her accumulation over the years, whether it is wealth or connections, is enough to support her to live a leisurely and calm life.

Of course, Kojiya who stayed in Hanjo was also a problem. The identity of the fourth-generation heir of the Hawon family may not be very secure.

If it really doesn't work, she will, after a period of formal stalemate, agree to a family marriage at the suggestion of some people, and she is still quite valuable in the eyes of the male group of political and business circles in Hancheng in the forties and eighties.

Or, find a suitable son-in-law and use the marriage to try to get up again in a new field.

Machiko Kawahara calmly charted her path ahead and began to identify some preliminary candidates — another form of stress relief, she knew better.

Either way, there was no point in staying on the Emerald Light. Machiko Kawahara took another look at the radiant boy on the auction table, turned straight and walked out, and at the same time contacted the secretary to arrange the follow-up itinerary.

"Kawahara, you can't leave!" Coldly, someone rushed to the front and blocked the way.

Machiko Kawahara was startled, and at this moment, the fragmented booth behind her suddenly made a piercing grinding sound, and it became louder and louder.

It's a prelude to the collapse of the whole thing.