Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The son, who said one thing and did another, picked up the pen but did not open it. Instead, he turned it around between his fingers and played with it.

Expensive fountain pens of the same style were picked up by many hands at the same time.

Some people just held it in their hands, some slowly unscrewed the pen cap and let the golden pen tip hover above the card, seeming very hesitant, while others seemed very determined from the beginning, and without wasting a second, they opened the pen cap and quickly started writing their names.

The clever photographer decisively took close-up shots of the hands and pens.

In the silence, the only sounds were the rustling of pens and papers, and the light footsteps of a few secretaries coming and going.

In the huge conference room with dark windows and bright incandescent lights, the tension was gradually increasing in silence.

This tension was also transmitted to the live broadcast room through the screen.

After some insiders educated the audience about the vote, they learned that this was a vote in which both Wen Rong and Wen Can had a chance of winning. Some people didn't even dare to post barrage comments, and most of those who were still posting barrage comments had their own supporters.

-Wen Can Wen Can Wen Can

-Wen RongWen RongWen Rong

The two names kept scrolling on the screen, as if the group was not selecting a chairman, but rather the audience was supporting the first place in a talent show. There was a sense of absurd anxiety.

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Not only the audience was anxious, but also one of the parties involved.

Wen Rong wanted to control his heartbeat, his gaze, and even every expression on his face, but no matter how skilled a person is in acting, it is difficult to keep the surface of his body calm when his heartbeat is accelerating to the extreme and his adrenaline is surging.

His hands were hidden under the table and clasped on his knees for stability, and his face was fixed in a stiff expression with his teeth slightly clenched.

But his eyes were moving.

His eyelids drooped as if he was thinking, but it couldn't stop his desire to see the shareholders' handwriting.

So his eyes rolled around, trying to move to the edge to look at the hand and pen farthest away, but in the next second he immediately realized that his action was very unrestrained and uncalm, so he quickly retracted his eyes.

But within a few seconds, he couldn't help but want to shake his legs, and in order to control this even more indecent behavior, his eyes began to dart left and right again.

dong dong dong-

dong dong dong-

This is the sound of a heartbeat.

When Wen Rong heard it, he initially thought it was coming from Wen Can, but he soon realized that the sound was coming from his own body.

He swallowed thirstily, again and again, but his throat was becoming drier and drier. There was no more mineral water at hand, so if he wanted to drink, he could only call his secretary. But asking his secretary to bring him water would make people think he was nervous - he couldn't be nervous.

He doesn't care.

He doesn't care who ends up with it.

Self-hypnosis in the chaos lost its meaning, and he was not even sure what he was thinking.

All I knew was that more and more shareholders picked up their pens, unscrewed the caps, and started writing on the cards.

What did they write?

It’s Lao Yuan…Did he write his name?

It was Boss Xue. She knew it was Wen Can at first glance. This bitch! Sooner or later, he would make her grovel in front of him!

Chen Rong, you don’t need to look at it, Chen Rong must have written about me. His speech today is very well written. People who work in media marketing are good at playing with language.

And Mr. You… Who did Mr. You write? I can’t see clearly, but he didn’t write it for long, and the strokes are relatively few, so it should be the word “Rong”.

How many people, how many people? How many people have definitely written his name? I can't tell...

It doesn't matter. There will definitely be more people supporting him. He had clearly arranged everything in advance, and Wen Can had also told them that he had no intention of taking the position of chairman. They would definitely choose me.

Even if I am not chosen, even if I lose in the end... it doesn't matter. I am a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune. I will not be disappointed. I am ready to accept any result.

The incandescent light seemed to become lower and brighter.

It got hotter too.

The incandescent lamp turned into a pale sun, burning his scalp, causing sweat to seep out of his hair and out of the pores all over his body, then flow out silently.

goo-dong-

goo-dong-

goo-dong-

The sound of someone trying to swallow saliva.

Only people who are very close can hear it.

Wen Can was attracted by the subtle movement and glanced over with his black eyes.

His pupils were focused on the profile of the person that was as stiff as a paper mask.

A drop of sweat ran down the side of his face, flowing down his skin in curves.

Wen Rong also felt it.

He felt the drop of sweat and his whole body froze.

The touch of that drop of sweat was so obvious that he felt as if his face had turned into a desert. That drop of sweat was a tiny stream of water flowing through the desert. Its function was not to moisturize the dry land, but to make the originally smooth and seamless desert become dry and cracked, ugly and embarrassing.

The burning anger and worry were instantly aroused by this drop of sweat.

He was worried that this drop of sweat would be captured by a distant camera or even in close-up. Wouldn't that mean everyone would know that he was sweating and nervous?

Then a more terrible worry came over him - would this drop of sweat ruin his makeup? Would there be marks on his face? Like those women who performed embarrassing scenes in movies and TV dramas?

In this way, wouldn't he become a complete clown in the eyes of millions of people?

Not only will those people know that he is nervous, they will also know that he put on makeup for this shareholders' meeting!

A man in his fifties putting on makeup!

terrible!

What to do? How should he make amends now? Those reporters are the most abominable. They dare to take pictures and magnify everything for the sake of publicity! If I had known this, I would not have let them in! How dare they enter such a place and take pictures of my face?

How to do?

Should he wipe his face immediately and pretend there was a mosquito on his face?

How are those people writing?

How could writing a name take so long? It seemed like half an hour had passed.

Ah Can... Ah Can...

When the chaotic thoughts passed by this name, the sight also reflexively turned slightly to the side.

The chaos was so extreme that the actions manifested themselves in a very mechanical way.

Like a robot that was stuck because of garbled text, it just glanced to the side blankly.

But it was this one glance that made him even more completely stuck.

His peripheral vision caught the young man's silent gaze.

It was like a tiny moth flying into a black spider web that blocked out the sun.

Wen Can clearly only had one pair of eyes, but he had the illusion that he was being stared at by eight compound eyes without blinking.

It is not known whether the spider is waiting to eat or has already started eating.

——At this moment, Wen Can seemed not to be a human being in his eyes.