"Hello, Mr. Long!"
"Hello, Mr. Long!"
"Welcome Mr. Long!"
"Headquarters welcomes Mr. Long!"
"The headquarters will definitely move towards greater glory under the leadership of Mr. Long!"
I don't know which branch leader suddenly shouted, and then, in the audience, the bosses of various branches in the headquarters were awakened from a dream and rushed to express their loyalty. .
"Nanshu welcomes Mr. Long."
"Report to Commander-in-Chief Long at the North Pole."
"Report to Mr. Long at the Golden Office..."
"All the staff of the Institute of Physics look forward to Mr. Long's investigation and correction..."
"All the staff at the shrine would like to say hello to Mr. Long!"
For a time, all kinds of flattering sounds, kneeling and licking sounds, and flattering sounds could be heard one after another.
The crowd was excited, and the shouts were like a dam opening, and the sound became louder and louder.
In an instant, the headquarters changed from success to reality.
Tang Anjun, one of the protagonists, sat blankly on his chair, staring blankly at the audience, like a walking corpse.
A few minutes ago, Tang Anjun, who was more than tens of millions of people, was beaten to the back of Yinshan with a snap of his fingers, and was forgotten.
At this moment, this situation, this situation, even the saddest and most tragic flowers in the world cannot describe it.
Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. It is so cruel!
Xiao Longzi sat beside me blankly, looking blankly at the stage, "No way. Why is my dad here at the headquarters?"
"Didn't you say you were going to the south?"
"Hey, it's over. If he comes to the headquarters, won't there be no chance for me?"
"I strangled him."
I leaned against the railing, automatically extinguishing the loud cheers from my ears, and coldly said in sign language: "Congratulations to Longba Baylor, congratulations to Longba Baylor."
"You have a new king in the Long family!"
"The new king has ascended the throne. From now on, the headquarters will be your home."
Xiao Longzi tilted his head and glared at me sideways: "What's wrong with being a king? I, Long Junxiang, am not such a person. My grandfather often teaches us..."
I was too lazy to listen to Xiao Longzi's insistent explanation, so I closed my eyes to rest my mind and ignored it completely.
The tidal wave of applause died down, and Long Guangyao, who was held high by the crowd, bowed to the audience and took his seat quietly.
Everything is perfect!
The dust has settled!
"Now please let the host continue to preside over the agenda of the conference!"
Long Guangyao's words were concise and indifferent.
Paired with his cold and serious face, it's hard not to be awe-inspiring.
From the analysis of Long Guangyao's tone, this is a master who is serious about words and is also a master who does practical things.
Likewise, he is also an extremely powerful master!
Shockingly powerful!
On the first day after landing from the air, Qiankun didn't show any politeness in the first minute he had it in his hands. Instead, he went straight to Qian Gang's arbitrary actions.
This is the first time in my life that I have seen this unprecedented thing.
What big thing happened here?
Tang Anjun committed another outrageous thing?
Or, like me, have you offended someone from the Long family?
After hearing Long Guangyao's order, Zhuang Chihua stood in front of the host table again and read loudly: "Now, the conference will proceed to the second agenda..."
"Please invite Mr. Tang Anjun, the new director of technology research and development at the headquarters, to make an annual summary speech."
The annual summary is still delivered by Tang Anjun. Externally, he is still called Mr. Tang, but in reality it is completely different.
Under the spotlight, Tang Anjun managed to stand up and salute. He picked up the microphone and was about to speak, but found that the microphone had been turned off.
I turned on the microphone and tried twice more, but still no sound came out.
All of a sudden, Tang Anjun was frozen on the spot, his eyes showing unprecedented panic and anger.
But no one came to help at the scene.
Including Tang Anjun’s secretary, including Tang Anjun’s loyal Ma Zi Liang Xile
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When this scene comes out, it makes people sigh.
On this occasion, especially in this environment, Tang Anjun's status in everyone's mind...
A sudden fall!
Hit rock bottom!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it. Just five minutes ago, Tang Anjun was an existence that was beyond the reach of the mountains in the eyes of the people at the headquarters.
Without even being able to smoke a cigarette, Tang Anjun became a plague that everyone could avoid.
Reality is so cruel and ruthless.
The truth is so cold and heartless.
When the microphone came back on, Tang Anjun looked as usual and read the manuscript according to the text. There was no emotion or frustration, as if he was handing in his homework.
Those gratifying achievements on paper are just passing smoke of no importance. Those tear-jerking and moving deeds no longer have any color.
When Tang Anjun finished reading the last word of the manuscript, he suddenly stood up on the stage and stepped back one meter, bowing deeply to the 7,000-strong headquarters.
"thank you all!"
At this time, Tang Anjun didn't say a word, he just used actions to represent his heart.
The silence speaks.
This bow contains too many, too many emotions!
The hero comes to an end, and the ambition remains unfulfilled.
If you fail in your efforts, your virtue will never end.
This should be considered Tang Anjun’s curtain call!
It's just that the applause for the curtain call didn't last long. Since ancient times, winners and losers have to admit defeat.
History is always written by the winners, and the only outcome for losers is to be swept into the garbage heap.
Tang Anjun's concluding speech ended, and the conference advanced to the third item amidst the enthusiastic, victorious and majestic music.
Three representatives from the three stages of old, middle and young people gave speeches.
This is a tradition at the headquarters.
The older generation is the harvest of perseverance, the middle-aged generation is the mainstay of forging ahead, and the younger generation is the future of hope.
In such an important occasion, the spokesperson must be carefully selected and must have real ability and skill to convince the audience.
The speaker of the older generation at this year's year-end conference is an old senior from the Digital Institute who has just been declassified.
Representatives of the middle-aged generation are foreign-related departments that have been working on the front line for a long time.
Just when the middle-aged representative was speaking, Xiao Longzi was called up and went straight to the audience.
When the middle-aged representative's speech was about to end, Su Qingcheng quietly walked behind Zhuang Chihua and silently handed Zhuang Chihua a piece of A4 paper.
In an instant, Zhuang Chihua was stunned and instinctively looked at Su Qingcheng.
Su Qingcheng silently bowed his head, and Zhuang Chihua's eyes moved to the center, his most dignified face revealing unprecedented sadness and indignation.
Afterwards, Zhuang Chihua looked at me silently and read out calmly: "Now, I would like to invite Long Junxiang from the Institute of Digital Sciences to speak on behalf of the younger generation."
The sound of this announcement was undoubtedly the sound of a nuclear bomb going off.
Countless people looked up at Long Junxiang, and countless people looked at me.
