The next few days were calm, and Lao Huangtou did not make any more embarrassment as promised, so that they could rest and recuperate. As for Ling Jian, who was suspected of practicing internal martial arts, Yu Qing received news from Lao Huangtou that the man had left his residence and was now missing.

Yu Qing guessed that this was just an excuse from Lao Huangtou, but he didn't want to offend Ling Jian's forces that were too cruel. He didn't force it and ordered Deng Ziqi to investigate.

A few days later, a large banner was erected outside the low-rent housing construction site, with four big words "Good luck in construction", and both sides of the gate were also full of banners with names of their respective government units.

A temporary stage was set up on the open space outside the construction site. The stage was filled with tables and chairs, and all kinds of officials and media personnel were standing. Deng Ziqi was taking a group of people to travel through it. I greeted him, and the other one was very busy chatting.

Yu Qing found a secluded place to sit down and quietly read the book. He didn't want to come, but was dragged out from home by Zhang Sheng.

He was in his hand with a book written by Kelly McGoniger of Stanford University in the United States. He turned a few pages and felt that although he had some chicken soup, there were still many advantages. No wonder he was sold well all over the world.

Just as he was reading the book carefully, a slightly tired female voice came from behind: "What are you doing here?" Yu Qing was in a remote place, and no one passed by. Fan Fenfang saw him here from a distance and walked over.

Yu Qing looked back and looked at his haggard face and swollen eyes. He frowned and said carelessly: "I've been lucky to have suffered these days. I just work. There is no need to work so hard. Just do my best. You should pay more attention to your health."

"It's not the reason." Fan Fenfang was stunned for a moment and then smiled bitterly, but did not explain in detail.

Yu Qing browed and looked at the person in front of him strangely. A question appeared in his mind, "What's the reason for it that has nothing to do with work?"

After a while, Fan Fenfang said again: "You stole half a day of leisure here alone, and as the boss behind the scenes, you don't go out to help."

She pointed to the crowd, and Yu Qing looked along and saw that there were more and more people in the open space, crowded with people. Not only Deng Ziqi was busy shuttled through the crowd, but even Zhang Sheng and Zhang Luobu joined in.

It is also difficult to ask Zhang Luobu, a thick man, to put on a straight suit to greet all kinds of officials and media people.

Yu Qing chuckled when he saw this: "It's good to give young people more opportunities to exercise. Isn't it all your efforts to talk about such a big scene? After all, the TV station has come, and many media people have spread to ten or ten, and there are more people."

"Where are still young people? I'm less than thirty years old and I'm starting to rely on my seniority."

Fan Fenfang rolled her eyes. She could not have let the TV station's leaders decide to attend the reception by relying on her words. Unexpectedly, she didn't know what Yu Qing had, so she actually invited the mayor of Hong Kong City and other important leaders. When the TV station leaders heard this, this was indispensable.

Just at this moment, a TV station staff came to greet Fan Fenfang. Seeing that there were more and more people, the work must be cumbersome. Fan Fenfang was not as lazy as someone here, after all, she still had to work, so she turned around and left the staff.

Yu Qing looked at Fan Fenfang's figure leaving, and couldn't figure out what he was willing to make Fan Fenfang so haggard. She also said clearly that the reason had nothing to do with work. She saw that her eyes were red and swollen. Was she crying?

He whispered and said, "Strange." He looked around and didn't see Fan Fenfang's cousin, otherwise he could ask him what was the reason.

The preparations have been completed and all guests and staff are ready to take their seats.

With a loud sound of firecrackers, Zhang Sheng walked onto the stage, briefly introduced himself, and then focused on the wish company, its strong capital and concept of doing good, which won applause and applause.

The mayor and a group of leaders sat in the front row below the audience, all of whom smiled and nodded and applauded. The project has been stranded and they have been very troubled. If hundreds of millions of dollars cannot be completed, it will be a major stain on their political achievements.

Fortunately, this wish company that suddenly emerged was brave enough to take over, so the green light was the way to solve all problems as quickly as possible, and clearly eliminated the habit of eating and taking charge in small cities so that the project could start running quickly. Of course, Zhang Sheng was indispensable to the credit of the top and bottom management.

Zhang Sheng stood upright on the stage in a suit, with the high-end suit being thoughtfully cut, which made him look like a successful person. Since childhood, he has been mingling in various high-flow places and was not nervous at all when he gave speeches on the stage. He was calm and calm, and his every move exuded a confident charm.

Some young girls in the audience who were not very experienced in the world looked at this and caught the sisters beside them and shouted, "So handsome!" Most of them thought to themselves that the man in front of them was young, handsome and rich, and he was simply the prince charming in their minds.

Finally, Zhang Sheng bowed slightly and said, "Next, I will leave it to all the builders of the Port City to speak. Please invite our mayor."

Since the mayor began to go to the next, the leaders have said a few brief words, mostly praising wish companies, and then saying that the development prospects of Hong Kong City are unlimited, and the government is committed to seeking benefits for everyone.

If everyone in the audience was not a government official or a media person, there were some old foxes who were so familiar with these scenes that they could not be familiar with. They had a good grasp of the rhythm and knew when to applaud and when to silence.

The scene is very harmonious.

Yu Qing was originally interested in listening, but found that the person who spoke on stage was full of official voices, and the same meaning was spoken by several people, which was different, which was really a bit hypnotic.

For a moment, Yu Qing was drowsy.

Another leader finished speaking. Fatty Deng Ziqi went on stage to take the microphone and said, "Okay, okay, now please ask our company's chairman - Director Yu, to speak in person." Then he turned his head to look at Yu Qing in the corner.

Everyone had always thought that the chairman of the wish company was Zhang Sheng, but they didn't expect that someone else would look at him curiously.

In a secluded corner, there was an inconspicuous person.

Everyone started talking privately, and couldn't help but ask in their hearts: Is it this person? Is it a little dull?

The scene was noisy.

Yu Qing, who was resting with his eyes closed, was instantly scared. Zhang Sheng only said that he would come over and quietly, but he did not say that he wanted to go on stage to speak.

At some point, Zhang Sheng came beside him and urged: "Chairman, come on stage! The first business in our company is yours, so don't shirk it."

Yu Qing looked around and was really in a hurry to get on the verge of attention. He chuckled and said, "You, you! Are you planning to do something about me?"

Zhang Sheng smiled.

Yu Qing slowly stood up and walked to the stage. When he passed by Zhang Sheng, he patted him hard a few times, and said, "Good!"
Chapter completed!