"Dragons are always good!"

"Dragons are always good!"

"Welcome, Mr. Long!"

"Welcome to Mr. Long, headquarters!"

"The headquarters will definitely move towards greater glory under the leadership of Mr. Long!"

I don't know which branch leader suddenly shouted, and then, the CEOs of the various branches of the headquarters in the audience woke up like a dream and rushed to show their loyalty.

"Nanshu welcomes Mr. Long."

"The North Pole reports to the Dragon."

"The gold station reports to the dragon ......"

"All the staff of the Institute of Physics are looking forward to Mr. Long's research and correction......"

"All the staff of the shrine greet Mr. Long!"

For a while, all kinds of sycophants, kneeling and licking, and stammering were heard one after another.

The crowd was excited, and the shouting was like a dam opening a gate, and the sound was higher and higher.

In an instant, the headquarters was successfully replaced.

And Tang Anjun, one of the protagonists, sat on the chair blankly, looking at the audience with empty eyes, like a walking corpse.

A few minutes ago, Tang Anjun, who was still above 10,000 people, was beaten behind Yinshan with a snap of his fingers and forgotten.

At this moment, this situation and this scene, the saddest and most tragic Huazao in this world cannot be described in case.

Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is Kou, which is so cruel!

Xiaolongzi sat beside me in a daze, looking at the stage stupidly, his eyes blank: "No. Why did my dad come to headquarters?"

"Didn't you say you were going to the south?"

"Oops, hey, hey. If he comes to the headquarters, won't I be out of play?"

"I'm going to it."

I leaned against the railing, automatically extinguished the earth-shattering cheers in my ears, and coldly struck out: "Congratulations to Long Babel, congratulations to Long Babel."

"You have added another king to your Long family!"

"The new king ascends the throne, and from now on, the headquarters will be your home."

Xiao Longzi tilted his head and glared at me, "What kind of king is not a king, I, Long Junxiang, am not such a person. My grandfather used to teach us ......."

I didn't bother to listen to Xiaolongzi's forced explanation, closed my eyes and recuperated, and ignored it completely.

The tide of applause gradually died out, and Long Guangyao, who was held up to the sky by everyone, bowed to the audience and sat down quietly.

Everything is heaven and earth!

The dust has settled!

"Now, please continue to preside over the agenda of the conference!"

Long Guangyao's words were very concise and indifferent.

With his cold and serious face, it's hard not to be in awe.

From the analysis of Long Guangyao's tone, this is a master who does not smile, and he is also a master who does practical things.

Equally, he is also an extremely powerful lord!

Outrageously strong!

On the first day of parachuting, Qiankun did not have any politeness in the first minute of his hand, but directly started to make a decision.

This is the first time I've ever seen something like this before.

What's going on here?

Tang Anjun, what did you do that angered people and resented people?

Or, like me, who offended the Long family?

Hearing Long Guangyao's order, Zhuang Chihua stood in front of the presiding podium again and read aloud: "Now, the second agenda of the conference is ......."

"Please invite Tang Anjun, the new director of science and technology research and development of the headquarters, and Mr. Tang, the chief engineer, to make an annual summary speech."

The annual summary is still spoken by Tang Anjun, and the external title, Mr. Tang is still Mr. Tang, but in fact it is very different.

Under the watchful eye of everyone, Tang Anjun reluctantly got up and saluted, picked up the microphone and was about to speak, but found that the microphone had been turned off.

I turned on the microphone and tried two more times, but still no sound came out.

Suddenly, Tang Anjun froze in place, his eyes showing panic and anger that he had never seen before.

But there was no one at the scene to help.

Including Tang Anjun's secretary, including Liang Xile, Tang Anjun's loyal horse

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When this scene came out, it made people sigh.

On this occasion, especially in such an environment, Tang Anjun's status in everyone's minds is ......

Plummeted!

Hit rock bottom!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would have believed that just five minutes ago, Tang Anjun was still an unreachable existence in the eyes of the people at the headquarters.

Without even a cigarette, Tang Anjun became a plague that everyone could not avoid.

The reality is so cruel and ruthless.

The truth is that it is so cold and heartless.

When the microphone was restored, Tang Anjun read the manuscript as usual, without emotion or frustration, as if he was handing in his homework.

The gratifying achievements on paper are just passing clouds of insignificance. Those tear-jerking, inspiring, and moving deeds have lost any color.

When Tang Anjun finished reading the last word on the manuscript, he suddenly got up on the stage and stepped back a meter, bowing deeply to the 7,000 people at the headquarters.

"Thank you!"

At this time, Tang Anjun didn't say a word, but just used actions to represent his heart.

Silence is better than sound at this point.

This bow contains too many, too many emotions!

The heroes are over, and the ambitions are not rewarded.

If you fall short, you will not end up in virtue.

This should be regarded as Tang Anjun's curtain call!

It's just that the applause of this curtain call didn't last long, since ancient times, the king has been defeated, and if he loses, he has to admit it.

History is always written by the winners, and the only end for the losers is to be swept into the garbage.

Tang Anjun's concluding speech ended, and the conference advanced to the third item in the sound of enthusiastic and victorious and majestic music.

Three representatives of the old, middle-aged and young stages made speeches.

This is a tradition at the headquarters.

The older generation is the harvest of perseverance, the middle-aged generation is the pillar of progress, and the younger generation is the hope for the future.

In such a major venue, the spokesperson must be carefully selected, and he must have real skills and skills to convince the public.

The speaker of the older generation of this year's year-end conference is a certain old-timer who has just been declassified by the Institute of Digital.

The representatives of the middle-aged generation are foreign-related departments that have been working on the front line for a long time.

Just as the middle-aged representative was speaking, Xiaolongzi was called out and went straight to the audience.

At the moment when the middle-aged representative's speech was about to end, Su Qingcheng tiptoed behind Zhuang Chihua and silently handed Zhuang Chihua an A4 paper.

In an instant, Zhuang Chihua was stunned and instinctively looked at Su Qingcheng.

Su Qingcheng silently bowed his head, Zhuang Chihua's gaze moved to the center, and the most dignified face showed unprecedented grief and indignation.

Afterwards, Zhuang Chihua glanced at me silently and read out calmly: "Next, I would like to invite Long Junxiang of the Institute of Digital Studies to speak on behalf of the younger generation."

When this reading was pronounced, it was undoubtedly the explosion of a nuclear bomb.

Countless people looked up at Long Junxiang in unison, and countless people looked at me.