forced to become president

A day later, the press conference was held as scheduled.

Ji Huaiyu rarely changed into an off-white suit. The custom-tailored lines made him taller and taller. He matched it with a sapphire blue tie. The front of the suit slightly exposed the same blue square scarf, which was solemn but not dull.

Sheng Jue thought his hair was too long, so he had his hair pulled back with a styling tool, exposing his smooth forehead, and he lost his lazy and leisurely demeanor, making his whole person look much sharper.

As long as he doesn't speak, everyone will think he is a young and promising young director.

Ji Huaiyu complained about Sheng Jue's old people's aesthetics in his heart, and he was inspected by Sheng Jue's junior high school dean.

Sheng Jue's gaze swept him from head to toe, and finally stopped at his neckline: "The tie is too casual, tie it again."

"I won't." Ji Huaiyu shrugged, and said confidently that he really didn't have a chance to wear a suit in his usual life.

Sheng Jue walked directly in front of him, stretched out his hands to loosen his tie, then put his hands around the back of his neck, and patiently adjusted his shirt collar.

Inevitably, Sheng Jue's fingers grazed the skin on the side of his neck, and the touch disappeared instantly.

Except for a certain special time, Ji Huaiyu is actually very resistant to other people touching him directly. The feeling of warm skin directly touching him makes him feel a little sick, so he almost never holds hands or kisses with anyone.

But the moment Sheng Jue passed by, he realized that he didn't hate the other party's touch.Sheng Jue's fingertips were not delicate, and a little cold, but it made him feel itchy.

Sheng Jue's deep voice sounded in front of his nose, with a sense of command: "Watch."

What are you looking at?Ji Huaiyu really wants to ask, is it your eyes or the tie?

Sheng Jue began to tie his tie very slowly, his slender and powerful fingers flipping through the sapphire blue fabric, like treating a work of art.

Ji Huaiyu was pulled by his tie, and he was only five centimeters away from him. Only his drooping eyelashes and handsome nose bridge remained in his eyes.

The woody scent of Sheng Jue's body entangled his sense of smell again, reminding him of the moment he crossed the line after drinking that day, he felt that he was a little hot in this suit.

Ji Huaiyu still remembers one time when he switched channels while watching TV, he stumbled into a show that seemed to be a love education. In it, a female guest taught her experience that no man can resist a woman tidying his collar and tie by herself.

He thought it was ridiculous at the time, but thinking about it now, what she said was so right.

Now if Sheng Jue took his eyes off the tie and looked down at him, he would probably win.

Just thinking about this, Sheng Jue completed the movement of his hand, raised his eyelids, and the black eyes collided with his gaze.

Sheng Jue was obviously upset because of his distraction, he frowned and asked, "Have you learned it yet?"

"No," Ji Ershao was blunt and confident, with a bright smile, "I will trouble you to teach me a few more times."

Sheng Jue was baffled by his innocent smiling face, loosened his tie, turned and left.

This little episode put Ji Huaiyu in a good mood throughout the morning, and he even cooperated a lot at the press conference. Facing the rain of shutters and flashing lights, he calmly showed a professional smirk.

The press conference hall was already full of guests and reporters. After the host's introduction, Ji Huaiyu came out from the side door next to the stage and strode onto the stage, followed by Sheng Jue and Henghui's entire management team.

He was the only one in a white suit, while the others were all black, gray and brown. At first glance, they were quite respectable. At least he felt that he was bluffing the people in the audience, and the whole hall fell silent instantly.

Ji Huaiyu sat down in the middle of the table, tapped the microphone on the table to confirm that there was a sound, and appeared to be very professional by the way.

The microphone hummed softly, and everyone's gazes were cast on Ji Huaiyu without any stage fright, showing a standard smile, as gentle as the morning wind.

He finally said: "Dear partners and media friends of Henghui, good morning."

Just as Sheng Jue breathed a sigh of relief for his rare and normal performance today, Ji Huaiyu went on to say, "Actually, I really don't want to come here today..."

Everyone on and off the stage looked at each other, Ji Huaiyu ignored Sheng Jue's sudden sharp eyes, and said with a smile: "I think many of you don't want to see me, because I'm sitting in this position, which means that there is really no one with the surname Ji left." Let someone else go."

There were a few faint laughs from the audience, and everyone stared at him seriously as if they were aroused.

"I don't know what your impression of me is. It must not be that good. After all, on the homepage of gossip forums on the Internet, there are rumors that I opened 100 bottles of Remy Martin overnight and 24 posts of exes of different genders."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot.

"Maybe there are many helplessness in life. I don't know why I have to inherit the family business in such pain, just like you don't know why you have to get up at five in the morning, take the subway with a camera, and cross half of the city to take pictures of me."

Ji Huaiyu raised the corners of his lips at the reporter who wanted to put the camera on his face just now, just to take a few more photos, and the other party all showed "heart-wrenching" expressions on their faces.

The others sitting at the table were already in a cold sweat. Why didn't this young master play the cards as agreed, and abruptly turned the press conference into a stand-up comedy.

Sheng Jue had no doubts on the surface, but he actually clenched his hands tightly, ready to come out to smooth things over if he couldn't hold back anytime.

"But whenever I can't figure it out, I will think of the history of Henghui Group that my father told me when I was a child." Ji Huaiyu suppressed the smile on his face and pursed his lips. When it was handed over to him, it was 1985, and it was just a pharmaceutical factory at that time..."

Ji Huaiyu got up and walked to the nearby screen, and the staff above started to play the prepared slides according to his words.

Sheng Jue let go of his clenched fists under the table silently, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Ji Huaiyu finally began to recite the manuscript he had written for him.

After making such a move, all the guests listened to his endorsement very seriously, and it seemed that he was quite sincere.

After introducing the company's development history with emotion, Ji Huaiyu began to talk about the company's achievements according to the script.

"Henghui Group sold a total of 76 heart stents in the last year. In the bodies of more than 55 patients, the blood flows through the coronary arteries supported by the stents to supply blood to the myocardium and keep them beating rhythmically. ; 88 intraocular lenses were sold, enabling these patients to see the world clearly every day through our lenses..."

He was tall and straight in a suit, and his gray-blue eyes scanned the audience confidently. When he spoke passionately, his brows lit up.

No one would see that he was reciting speeches.

Sheng Jue sat on the seat, resting his fingers on the side of his forehead, tilting his head to quietly watch Ji Huaiyu's speech, his eyes were deep and far away.

After finishing his speech, Ji Huaiyu calmly returned to his seat and sat down, took a sip of water, and continued: "When my father inherited Henghui, he probably didn't expect that a small pharmaceutical factory back then could become the leader of today's medical enterprises. Everyone is heartbroken by this accident, but the turning point is also an opportunity, and I will take on this important task with fresh ideas. How Henghui will develop in the future will depend on time to test it slowly.”

Ji Huaiyu recited the words over and over again, and complained in his heart over and over again what middle-aged style speech Sheng Jue had written for him.

However, after the last word was written, bursts of enthusiastic applause suddenly sounded from the audience, and then became one piece, echoing in the lecture hall.

Ji Huaiyu was stunned for a moment. He had never been applauded by so many people before. Even if he won a game before, there were more cheers and whistles. This feeling is a bit strange.

Soon the media in the audience began to ask him questions. At first, they were all about the company's professional field. Sheng Jue had greeted them a long time ago, and he had memorized the answers to these questions.With a smile on Ji Huaiyu's face, he answered fluently.

Because of his romantic history, inevitably, the problem turned to the emotional side.

A reporter raised his hand high: "Mr. Ji, may Ms. Ren Xuelan from Yasong Jewelry be your ex-girlfriend?"

When Ji Huaiyu heard the question, he subconsciously glanced at Sheng Jue beside him, feeling a little guilty for some reason, and Sheng Jue didn't give him a standard answer to the emotional problem.

It's a pity that Sheng Jue didn't look at him at all, his expression was still calm as usual, it seemed that he didn't care about this question at all.

Ji Huaiyu turned around, nodded and said, "Yes, we met at a party two years ago, we dated for four months, and we broke up peacefully."

He has always been daring about his feelings, and he categorically denied it in front of the media, and it must be very uncomfortable for others to see it.

The reporter was a little surprised by his frankness, and chased after the victory: "Is there any possibility of you getting back together in the future? Is it possible for the Ji family and the Ren family to have a commercial marriage?"

"No," Ji Huaiyu answered neatly with a perfect smile, "The Qing Dynasty has been dead for hundreds of years, and they are still married. I won't get married."

Sheng Jue finally turned his head and glanced at him, as if he felt that he had talked too much.

"Mr. Ji," another reporter asked, "the actress Xiao Xixi posted a Weibo a few days ago, which seems to imply that you have always abandoned her. Can you explain?"

"Which one is Xiao Xixi?" Ji Huaiyu sneered, "Oh, now that I think about it, she seems to have been brought to my ski resort twice, and she pretended to twist her feet and wanted me to help her, but I refused."

It was really a slap in the face, without saving any face.

The atmosphere in the venue became more relaxed, and the questions became more acute.

"May I ask if the scandal between you and Tan Shu, the lead singer of the PLT band, is true?"

"Do you believe that too? It's buddy, even if I'm with a man, I wouldn't choose him with dreadlocks and big underpants."

The reporter cleverly found the loophole in his words, and asked: "Then which type would you choose? Have you ever liked the same sex?"

Ji Huaiyu was so annoyed by him that he wanted to flip the table, but his demeanor and the current poverty did not allow it.

When he heard this question, inexplicably, the scene of Sheng Jue bowing his head in the morning and carefully adjusting his tie appeared in front of his eyes.

Why did he suddenly think of Sheng Jue?No matter what, he should at least think of Su Yan, right?

It's too scary. If he likes this kind of cold, stuffy, and occasionally venomous type, he might as well just jump off the stairs!

It must be an illusion, Ji Huaiyu straightened his expression and was about to speak when Sheng Jue stood up from beside him.

The line of his jaw is clear and stern, and his tone is non-negotiable and hard: "Thank you, everyone, it's already 12 noon, and Henghui Group's press conference will end on time. I also hope that friends from the media will pay more attention to the development of the group itself, and Not the personal feelings of the leader."

The author has something to say: Ji Huaiyu: Even if I die, if I jump from here, I won't like Sheng Jue's poisonous tongue!

(Later): It smells so good!Brother Shengjue, please help me!I just like the way you don't speak, but mock me when you speak!

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