purple mist

As the largest shareholder of Sweet Talk, Wu Ju, the shareholder of Whitebeard, was once hailed by the media as a very insightful investor.

When Honey Talk Diamond was born, few people actually liked it, and even the general public felt bored.

After all, it is just carving a few words into an ordinary diamond, and it is quite hypocritical that it needs light to show the mountains and dews, which makes people speechless.

However, Wu Ju, who only met the Xue family and his wife, the founders of Miyu Enterprise, waved his hand without hesitation, and gave Miyu an acceleration momentum.

No one thought that such seemingly ordinary diamonds actually created their own prosperity.

Partly due to successful marketing, and partly because it has really aroused the interest of the younger generation.

These days, young people in big cities have no worries about food and clothing, and their wallets are gradually bulging, so they start to look for things other than food and clothing to satisfy their spiritual needs.

And honey words are committed to building a brand effect. Slowly, the slight difference in these few words has made honey words come to the forefront in just a dozen years.

There were fewer doubting voices, and honey words were finally able to gain a foothold.

Wu Ju is also famous in Beishi because of the investment that the public seems to have made a fool of, but in fact created an astonishing profit.But he himself is quite low-key. The only time he attended a media event, he was asked why he chose Honey Talk Diamond, which no one was optimistic about, to invest in.

Wu Ju just smiled slightly, and explained in front of the public for the first time: "It depends on whether a company will succeed, products, culture, and leadership are indispensable. This directly affects whether the company can survive and create value."

"From the product level, we cannot deny that the original intention of honey words is positive and meaningful. From your point of view, what I have made is just an investment that puts profit first. I am afraid that no one will believe me if I say it, but I do have selfish intentions, and I hope that such a product used to convey emotion will add warmth to an increasingly impersonal society."

"Let's talk about culture and leadership. There is no doubt that the blank stares and negations Miyu suffered in the early days are its best nourishment. It will only become fermented if it is eye-catching enough. But as for the fermentation and stink, it is still fermented into a different taste. , It depends on the management. It is unimaginable to you, but in such a desperate situation, I saw certainty in the eyes of the Xue family."

"I did take a risk, but as you can see, no one is qualified to say that I lost the bet."

At this point in his thoughts, the white-bearded shareholder Wu Ju, who had already leaned on his cane, smiled wryly and shook his head, thinking that why did he say such a thing, wouldn't he be slapped in the face now?

If it is said that the Xue family and his wife suddenly had a younger son, and then kicked out the eldest son of the good reserve army, it was the first time that the white beard shareholders sounded the alarm.

So the president Xue Bin's involvement in the murder this time is to finally make him, who is only content with taking dividends and not participating in corporate affairs, aware of the internal abnormality of Miyu.

Since Xue Bin was taken away for interrogation, the shareholders of Whitebeard asked more than once to discuss stop losses with the management of Miyu, but they were all kicked.

Only then did he discover that the elites of the first generation of management that he was familiar with had all been uprooted and replaced as puppets who only obeyed orders.

Kemiyu is not at all sluggish, and still shows a vigorous development momentum.what does that mean?

He thought for a long time, only to recognize one fact.

——This is the ability of those in power, in other words, Xue Bin has contributed a lot.

However, the intrusion of Xue Han, an uninvited guest, made the shareholders of Whitebeard suspicious again.

Could it be that President Xue Bin is just a marionette?

What about the Xue family?Where did they go after retiring to the second line?

The Whitebeard shareholder had no choice but to choose the method that made him famous in the first battle, and bet.

Compared with Xue Bin, who has no clear position, Wu Ju is more willing to believe in Xue Han, who is dedicated to disturbing his sight and confusing the water.

After all, the most effective way to eliminate the social impact of the murder is to cover it up with something more explosive and eye-catching.

The white-bearded shareholder paused, then turned his head and glanced at Xue Han who had already dressed up and walked in front of the camera, then closed the door, pulled out the key amidst the noise of footsteps, handed it to the assistant beside him, and ordered in a low voice Said: "Take the key and go, find a way to lure the security guard to me."

The assistant was puzzled, but still nodded, put away the only key and left.

The white-bearded shareholder adjusted his collar pretentiously, and stood upright in the door frame.

"Mr. Wu." Xue Bin, who came non-stop from the police station after hearing the wind, had cold eyes, stared straight at the old man in front of him like a poisonous snake, and said in a serious tone: "What do you mean?"

"Oh, Mr. Xue." The white-bearded shareholder stretched out his hand with a smile, and greeted unhurriedly: "Long time no see. Congratulations on being cleared of your charges."

In the room, the host and Xue Han greeted the audience in the live broadcast room faintly.

Xue Bin's eyes dimmed, and his bloodshot eyes swept over the hand of the white-bearded shareholder stretched out in front of him, and hooked the corners of his lips sullenly: "You are the biggest shareholder of my sweet words, but now you want to let the unknown Who is holding an online press conference on behalf of Miyu?"

There was no handshake, and the white-bearded shareholder showed no embarrassment at all. He naturally withdrew his arms and glanced at the female secretary behind Xue Bin.

If he remembers correctly, this secretary has been working in Miyu since the days of the Xue family and his wife.

The vicious gleam in the eyes of the white-bearded shareholder was fleeting, so fast that people were in a daze, and then he said to Xue Bin with a smile: "How could it be an unknown person? Didn't Mr. Xue give you this with a black card and a spare official seal?" A brother?"

Official seal?When did he have a spare official seal?

Xue Bin frowned, and his thoughts became more cloudy.

Wei Ran, the secretary behind him, couldn't wait any longer. He took a step forward, bent over to the white-bearded shareholder without arrogance, and said softly: "Mr. Wu, there is a saying that you may not like to hear, no matter the room What benefits does this person promise to you, but I personally think Mr. Xue is the only person who can represent Miyu."

When he said this, Wei Ran curled his fingers unnaturally by his side.

"Hmm." The white-bearded shareholder let out a low hum from his throat, slammed his cane twice, and said in a rather ambiguous tone: "Are you suspecting that the old man supported Xue Han in order to drive Mr. Xue out of office? "

Xue Bin was startled, and said in a hoarse voice, "You..."

"Maybe you are not, but what about Xue Han?" Before Xue Bin finished speaking, Wei Ran choked with a slight frown between his brows.

Xue Bin's body froze visibly to the naked eye, and the corners of Wei Ran's red lips curled up very quickly, and he poured fuel on Xue Bin's fire respectfully: "Mr. The impact of personal behavior during the meeting is unknown, and there is no way to end it."

"Even if Xue Han didn't want to get back his position, once he represents honey words in his own name, it is very likely to be detrimental to him personally. Do you really want to let him go on?"

Wei Ran couldn't be more aware of the importance of this elder brother to Xue Bin.

Even if you hit a snake, you have to hit seven inches, not to mention people's weaknesses.

If Xue Han wanted to make trouble inside the company, they would of course be happy to hear it.But when it comes to the public media, many things become uncontrollable, and then it's not what they say...

Wei Ran clenched her fingers secretly, and the delicate and exquisite manicure pierced into her palm, causing burning pain.

Sure enough, the last trace of hesitation and uncertainty completely faded from Xue Bin's dark eyes.

Many years later, when Wu Ju recalled Xue Bin at that moment, he felt like a soldier facing the iron hooves of the city, leaving his back to the surviving blood relatives behind him without hesitation.

The lines between his brows were like a hopeless gully that could never be filled. He stared at the white-bearded shareholder blocking the door, and said two words gloomily: "Get out of the way."

After all, he was several decades older, and the white beard shareholders also turned cold, showing power without anger.

"I advise Mr. Xue to think about it again."

A few security guards and journalists with a keen sense of smell appeared around the corner with short guns.

Wei Ran's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his eyes to look at the white-bearded shareholder, but he met his eagle-like gaze.

If Xue Han, who is active in public relations, and Xue Bin, who is involved in the case, are reported to have a disagreement at this juncture, then the corporate image of Miyu is bound to be destroyed.

Wei Ran lowered her eyes and hastily concealed her emotions.

This old man did it on purpose...

Wu Ju, the shareholder with white beard, snorted coldly in his heart, it turned out that this woman was causing trouble.

"President Xue." Wu Ju took a step forward, deliberately lowered his voice, stared into Xue Bin's eyes and said: "The old man has lived for so many years, and he rarely misses people. You are a good boy, and so is Xue Han."

"Since you want to protect him, you have to trust him."

……

Near noon.

When Xue Han woke up, there was no shadow of Lu Wei on the bed.

The two of them who had been busy for several days were actually very tired, and went to bed early after eating.

On the other hand, Lu Wei slept in the guest bedroom with a serious face on the grounds that the sheets in the master bedroom had not been changed.

Xue Hanxin said, what is that stuff that has been hanging out on the balcony for two days?Bunting?

But they still turned a blind eye and acquiesced to Lu Wei's proposal to share the same bed.

It seemed odd to two people who had slept through it a few times, but it seemed reasonable.No one pierced the other's little thoughts, just like two people who are in love for the first time.

One person subtly occupies half of the bed and has no dreams all night.

Xue Han got up from the bed as if he had no bones, touched the mobile phone that had been vibrating for an unknown period of time from the bedside table, closed his eyes lazily, and connected the call.

"Hey……"

"..." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to recognize the voice of someone who had just woken up, and fell silent for a while.

After a few seconds of silence, he said seriously: "I'll send you an address, come over as soon as possible."

Xue Han's brain started slowly, and just when the other party thought that the person had fallen asleep again, he said softly, half asleep, "Oh, Mr. Wu, I think it's someone who dialed the wrong number."

The white-bearded shareholder: "...I'm still alive, old man, I don't have dementia."

After hanging up the phone, the address was sent.

Xue Han still lay on the bed and did not move. He stared at the other pillow with his misty eyes half-opened, and his crow-feather eyelashes concealed the shallow thoughts inside.

If it wasn't for him dreaming, he seemed to remember that there was a hand gently on his waist last night, dragging him to a warm place.

But when he woke up, the two pillows were neatly occupying their respective territories, with enough room between the Chu River and the Han Dynasty.

Xue Han is afraid of the cold, even when he is asleep, he always feels that the quilt is not warm enough.

But last night, it seemed unusually warm.

Until he woke up, even his fingertips were still warm.

Xue Han slowly bent the corners of his lips, and hummed a low and playful laugh from the depths of his chest.

Okay, he seems to be looking forward to the next night.

Now, it's time to get down to business.