Chapter 150: Light and Freedom (Happy Chinese New Year's Eve / Free)
"Boss, do you really want to come in person?"
About to enter the conference hall, Ah Cheng hesitated:
"I don't doubt your decision, but showing up in front of so many people is still a group of employees who haven't really belonged to Fog Harbor. Moreover, they have just experienced such a big change, and it is difficult to control the panic of the people, or ...... Give some benefits to buy some people first, and wait for them to calm down? β
Quan Heng listened patiently to him: "I remember that I asked you to buy me a book of Yeats's poems before, do you remember which one I said I liked the most?" β
Ah Cheng was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Quan Heng mentioned this, but he still recalled as instructed:
ββ¦β¦ Hearts are earned by earning, not gifted? β
βHearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned.β
Quan Heng smiled and repeated the original poem, "I don't know if Yeats wrote with the haze of love or family affection, but there are many similarities between shopping malls and love scenes.
"Active conquest is always more efficient and effective than passive waiting - I will fight this battle myself."
"What are you hesitating about the boss's decision?" Song Zhutan whispered.
Besides, these are all high-rises, and Wugang takes over the plate, which is the best way out.
Now the chairman is coming in person, that's the best step!
Ah Cheng moved his lips, slowly calmed down, and pushed forward the door of the conference hall-
The light focused on the podium in front of it, and the moment the door opened, the noisy whispering of the whole hall dissipated, and countless eyes cast from the audience, which seemed to be hotter than the scorching light, full of doubt, scrutiny, vigilance, and surprise.
Most of them fell on Kwon Heng's lap.
She also ...... Also in a wheelchair. β
"Is it really the chairman of Fog Harbor? So young. β
"Hey, is she followed by Song Zhutan?!"
Song Zhutan stopped under the stage and looked at Quan Heng's figure.
"Humβ"
Kwon Heng raised his hand and pressed it lightly on the microphone, and a brief humming sound spread through the hall, and the chatter that had just risen was gently and forcefully silenced, and everyone's eyes were focused again.
Tang Junyi walked from the recording studio to the second floor of the conference hall, overlooking the entire hall.
"I don't think I need some process openings." Kwon Heng spoke, his voice gentle and powerful, reminiscent of the seemingly calm but powerful sea.
"Let me tell you a good news first, the listing application of Modern Rose was approved yesterday, and it will be officially registered and listed next week."
Approved! Register to go public?!
The managers in the audience were looking left and right in disbelief at this moment, which was a sea change for a company, and they had been preparing for five or six years before! And this change can completely ban this listing application!
"No wonder we want to prove it overnight," Tang Junyi smiled, "It's really a bad horse." β
"Excuse me," the designer in the formal attire of the staff in the audience spoke, his voice a little weak, "is this true?" β
"Of course it's true, Designer Xu." Kwon Heng chuckled.
Xu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "You know me?!" β
"Of course, designer Xu Shengxu, the mermaid skirt has its own design style, simple and generous without losing its feminine charm, and the first light gauze retro skirt is also very distinctive."
"That work is a ...... that few people know about"
Xu Sheng was pleasantly surprised, blushed under Quan Heng's gentle gaze, and gradually whispered, "You have a good reputation." β
"Be modest," Quan Heng said with a smile and looked away, "Director Lu Yulu next to Designer Xu has been famous for a long time. β
Lu Yu was stunned, and his eyes that were originally scrutinizing and vigilant dispersed a little, and he was a little caught off guard.
"Back then, in the Gujiang Quan Group, when it came to the Twin Cities Project with a capital of 100 million yuan, you were the person in charge, not Quan Lin."
Lu Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, that is, she was swallowed up all the credit for the project, and no one believed her slander, so she unconditionally switched to Modern Rose.
"I've seen the terms of that project, and it's very measured, it won't be rated as harsh, but it has all the resources that can be fought for in your hands."
Quan Heng smiled with his eyebrows, "Very powerful, experience, skill, and courage are indispensable." β
She was born good-looking, and such a smile is more like a painting, Lu Yu's heartbeat inexplicably missed half a beat.
After hearing Quan Heng's words, Lu Yu's stiff face also softened, revealing a relaxed smile, "You have an overreputation." β
Kwon Heng smiled at the corner of his lips and shook his head slightly.
"Pull together the relationship and break the deadlock."
Tang Junyi whispered, "The sycophants of the people below and the affirmation of the people above cannot be generalized, the recognition of Chairman Wugang is not only close to the people, but also a great encouragement to these workplace elites who are accustomed to seeing the world, and it is also the fastest way to gather people's hearts and trust." β
The team members behind him watched Quan Heng talk eloquently, and couldn't help but sigh: "The ability to control the field is so strong, and the whole rhythm follows her." And she actually remembered the names and deeds of so many people, and she even faced them. β
"Respect for others earns respect." Tang Junyi's eyes did not leave, "It is inevitable to control the field." β
"I know that Modern Rose has gone through a lot of storms since its establishment, and you cannot accept the unethical betrayal of the Navigator, and this edifice is precarious and in a moment of extreme danger."
Countless eyes in the audience condensed, and only silence remained in the audience.
"Human nature immersed in the abyss of desire often cannot withstand the temptation of interests, and there are countless rules and unspoken rules of life to deceive, as well as countless gloomy and biased injustices. The storm of fate will always ruthlessly destroy the efforts of countless people.
"Our survival and career will always be hindered explicit or implicit because of gender, and we will be despised, questioned, suppressed, and even discouraged in the field we love.
"We often underestimate ourselves, and society always looks down on women. But we're usually smart enough, hard enough, good at what we do, have great ideas, and have super execution. But often in such unfavorable situations, they forget to praise themselves proudly, and they will even be suppressed to the point that they have to pretend to be obedient and give up their power. β
At this voice, the audience reddened their eyes and heard small sobs in the silence.
Song Zhutan tilted his head lightly and reached out to wipe away his tears.
"But your wisdom is extremely useful."
Her voice was gentle and firm, and her eyes were as clear as the stars.
"So don't hide your wisdom, don't hide your edge, and don't apologize for it, show your edge and wisdom, and let the vulgar adapt to you."
Quan Heng is in the limelight, under the light, warm and beautiful jade, but his soul is like a rock and indestructible.
"We are all striving for an era in which women can be born with the same status and the same situation as men.
"And I always believe that as women, we will step into all corners of human intellect and usher in the ultimate victory."
The reverberating sound is warm and powerful, wrapping the soul of man, and like the warm autumn sun, it gently tenders the whole world in the depressed season.
"I hope that until structural constraints and oppression are completely removed, you will not believe in the reverse effect of talent. With their own unique advantages and pride, they can win back their due achievements in the field dominated by men.
"Whether in popular culture or in intimate relationships, they will not be objectified, dwarfed, vassalized, or petified, and they can be truly loved and respected equally."
"Of course," Kwon Heng chuckled kindly, "if we don't need to, I also wish us to break free from the shackles of love and gain greater freedom." β
She was in a wheelchair, but she was far stronger and taller than countless able-bodied people:
"I hope that we can win true independence, happiness and joy in this journey of life, and not be defeated by any storm.
"Whether or not they attain worldly excellence, they can have dignity that is not stigmatized, discriminated against, and trampled on, and have the rights that all human beings should enjoy. We will eventually wake up, break free from the shackles of the world, and win true light and freedom. β
Her tone is gentle and serious, with the unique tolerance of women, and also with the unique confidence of the leader:
"At the same time, of course, you must believe that what cannot destroy us will make us strong."
All the applause roared at this moment, deafening.
Tang Junyi saw that Quan Heng was calm and frank in everyone's eyes, gentle and indifferent, as if where she stood, where was the center of the storm, the only safe eye in all the wind and rain.
The warm morning light shone in through the broken windows of the modern building, illuminating the otherwise dark lobby, shining on countless faces that shed bitter tears, and also shining on countless oppressed women in the world-
Song Jingyun was dressed in formal clothes, bent down and gently placed the lilies in front of Qiu Nishang and Wei Ziyou's tombstones.
On the cold tombstone, the smiling girl was forever sealed in this small photo, sleeping in such a small box.
Song Jingyun lowered her eyes, her long hair tied up with the wind blowing, watching the rising sun shine on this small cemetery.
An extended Lincoln slowly stopped behind him, and Quan Heng, who had already left the scene, slowly got out of the car and motioned for Ah Cheng to take his things.
"You've got it done?" Song Jingyun turned her head to see her approaching.
"Well, I've got one more thing with me."
Quan Heng whispered and took the red gift box from Ah Cheng's hand.
"Is this ......" Song Jingyun was stunned, "is that the 'neon wedding dress' they designed?" β
"Yes, it's based on an old antique."
Quan Heng took out the wedding dress from the gift box, and looked at the flower that Song Jingyun had placed in front of the tomb.
"Her designs are so biased towards arrogant red, why are you so ignorant?"
Song Jingyun said "ah" in confusion, and watched Quan Heng take out the bright red rose petals from the gift box and sprinkle them in front of the girl's tomb.
The flamboyant red color is just like the bright life of the singing, and the dead silence has become vivid.
Song Jingyun's eyes widened slightly.
Quan Heng slid the lighter, lightly placed the flame on the corner of the wedding dress, and watched the flame burn the wedding dress and the roses dance in the firelight.
"They don't need to be serene and pure."
Quan Heng gently watched the petals in his palm fly:
"They're always warm and bright."
The red wedding dress embarked on the road back to the arms of its master, and the warm and beautiful roses warmed the cold grave, flying when the wind blew, embracing the boundless earth and kissing the endless skyβ
There is always so much injustice in the world, so much unreasonable oppression of gender.
I hope that we can come into this world safely and without being selected, and that we can be treated without discrimination between our parents and family members at birth, and that we will be educated equally and freely, and that we will have free thoughts.
You can get rid of the shackles of marriage and childbearing, and reap the true freedom of being an individual. Break any gender stereotypes, be free from all forms of gender-based violence, and be truly happy as a woman.
Liberate yourself from all kinds of misogynistic and misogynistic cultural traditions, morals, and belief systems, and say "I do" and "I don't will" out loud on the basis of free will.
From birth to death, there is no more suffering and injustice than the average human being because of gender.
- No conditions, talent for this right.