It is rare for Shenghua to hold a press conference specifically for the opening of a subsidiary, to be precise, there has only been such a press conference in the past ten years.

Most of the reporters sitting in the audience are financial news reporters, they have too many questions to know, one by one close their eyes slightly, silently in their hearts, and then from time to time abandon a less important one.

Behind the door, Shen Fanyin frowned slightly, and his fingers unconsciously pinched his sleeve.

In order to show the company's attitude and position, Jing Yao and Jing Hui will not attend today's press conference, and only Jing Zeheng will be on the head office.

He raised his hand and rubbed Shen Fanyin's head, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, don't say it if you don't want to speak, everything has me."

Shen Fanyin is still a little afraid of the stage, and this fear rooted in the bottom of his heart is not so easy to dissipate.

Especially on an occasion like today, she had no idea if the reporters in the audience would ask questions that were not on paper.

Everything is unknown, and that's the scariest thing.

Her pale face was covered in makeup, and she could only see her uneasiness at the moment from her slightly dodging eyes.

Jing Zeheng shook her hand, and the warm palm drove away the coldness of her fingertips, bringing her an endless sense of security.

Shen Fanyin hung his head slightly, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down.

Cheng Ye reminded in a low voice on the side, "Boss, miss, it's time."

"Hmm." Jing Zeheng nodded, but didn't let him open the door, but looked at Shen Fanyin, "Fanyin, can it work?" Why don't I go myself?"

"No, I'm still going." Shen Fanyin closed his eyes, reached out and took off the cufflinks on his cuffs, and pinched them in his hands.

"Maybe it can give me a bit of a distraction," she said.

The corners of Jing Zeheng's mouth pursed: "Okay."

"Well, let's go."

"Hmm."

Cheng Ye pushed open the door, Jing Zeheng looked at Shen Fanyin again, and saw that her face was acceptable, so he took the lead and walked out.

Shen Fanyin fell a step behind him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and it was the smile that Su Mu had repeatedly dragged her to practice in the past few days.

Perhaps he didn't expect Jing Zeheng to attend in person, there was a brief commotion in the press gallery, followed by a series of flashing lights that went out brightly.

There was a long table on the stage, a total of five chairs, in addition to Jing Zeheng and Shen Fanyin, as well as Wu Ye, who was in charge of public relations, and two executives transferred from the marketing department.

Jing Zeheng stopped in the center seat, but did not sit down immediately, but leaned sideways and pulled the chair on his left first.

He pulled out his chair, and Shen Fanyin happened to come over.

In countless shots, Shen Fanyin sat down on the stool that Jing Zeheng had pulled out, and he also adjusted the chair for her.

This picture, even a financial news reporter who studies finance all day long can smell a trace of unusualness.

"Thank you very much for coming, and on behalf of Shenghua Group, I would like to ...... to you."

Cheng Ye finally took the stage, stood firmly in the position of the host, and read the opening remarks with a smile.

He is not only responsible for thanking, but also his job to explain the origin and capital of Shengyin Clothing Company.

To put it simply, the bragging rights belong to him.

「…… Shengyin Clothing Company not only has Miss Shen Fanyin, but we also invited Mr. Zhai Ping, a senior in the silk industry, to be a special consultant, but Mr. Zhai has been busy with family affairs recently and has not been able to attend......

「…… As we all know, Shenghua Group not only has its own business districts in many places across the country, but also maintains close cooperation with many enterprises......

Cheng Ye's tone is either calm or excited, which can arouse people's moods.

It's just that his speech was too long, and Shen Fanyin couldn't help but wander after listening to it for a while.

She fiddled with the cufflinks in her hand, looked at the reporters who listened very carefully, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart - this occasion is really not suitable for her.

It should be the Sumers who should have come.

Just as she was thinking, Jing Zeheng's big hand reached over and held her hand under the table.

Shen Fanyin: "......!"

What does this man want to do?

She unconsciously looked sideways.

Jing Zeheng's expression was as usual, and he sat upright, as if nothing had happened.

Catching a glimpse of Shen Fanyin turning his head to look at him, he smiled slightly, as if asking her: What's wrong?

Shen Fanyin: "......"

She did tell him before, don't hide it, let it be, others can see and say whatever they want.

But that's not the reason for him to secretly pull her hand in public, right?

In particular, there are Jinghui and Jingyao sitting in the lounge!

She didn't dare to think about it if Ms. Shen heard about her relationship with Jing Zeheng from the news......

I'm going to strangle her.

Definitely.

It's just that Shen Fanyin can't do anything now, not even struggle.

She pinched Jing Zeheng's fingers and protested silently.

Jing Zeheng seemed to feel no pain, still holding her hand firmly.

Be above board when his old rascal.

Shen Fanyin only gritted his teeth.

Cheng Ye finally finished what he wanted to say, smiled into the microphone and said, "Then the following is the question session, please speak in an orderly manner, thank you."

The first reporter to get the microphone was a little excited, and asked directly, "May I ask Mr. Jing, is Shenghua's entry into the fashion industry because of Miss Shen?"

Jing Zeheng leaned forward slightly, supported the table with his elbows, and handed the microphone on the table to his mouth: "If there is no Sanskrit sound, I would not be able to step into this industry, after all, in the fashion industry, a good designer is a priceless treasure."

"So, will Miss Shen's wedding dress be incorporated into Sheng Yin's clothing?"

"No," Jing Zeheng replied affirmatively, "at least in the short term, we don't have any plans to do so."

"May I ask Miss Shen, will you step down as a designer for any wedding dress?"

Finally was asked, fortunately, Wu Ye had expected this question a long time ago, and also gave Shen Fanyin the most suitable answer.

Shen Fanyin leaned over to the microphone and said, "No, one class is one class, Sheng Yin is Sheng Yin, they are different, and there will be no direct competition. Perhaps you can think that I am. job."

After that, she smiled according to the content in parentheses in the answer reminder given by Wu Ye.

Another reporter immediately asked, "Can you do both?" There must be some bias in your work, right?"

Shen Fanyin glanced sideways at Jing Zeheng and replied, "Mr. Jing has always felt that my day is more than twenty-four hours, and I feel the same way."

Without waiting for the reporter to ask again, Jing Zeheng continued: "If you really need to worry about time, then the first to question Fanyin's ability to work should be Xingrui and Mr. Su."

The reporters pondered for a moment and nodded slowly.

That's right, they all ignored another problem - Shen Fanyin also has a concurrent role in Xingrui. Job, didn't Su Xingmu also raise no objections?

In Xingrui's office, Su Xingmu watched the live broadcast of the press conference, raised his head and drank the herbal tea.

These two black-eyed people have to bring her with them to promote their own companies.