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Chapter 1892

In order to maintain order, especially with so many foreign media reporters coming, this group of people is difficult to serve. Therefore, under the order of the provincial government, the Qianhai Municipal Government sent a large number of forces to protect the surrounding security and order.

Even on the day of the press conference, due to excessive traffic flow, the traffic management had to control traffic on four nearby streets.

"This should be the first time in China, we will carry out security and traffic control because of a press conference held by a private enterprise."

In the central building of Linjiang, Qianhai, Mai Ruibao turned his head and smiled at Su Wanqing who was drinking coffee with a hot coffee cup beside him.

Su Wanqing nodded with a smile on her face, but her tone did not easily say: "It's true, but this may not be a good thing."

Mai Ruibao asked in confusion: "Su, isn't this a good thing for our company to be watched by so many people?"

Su Wanqing shook her head and said, "Mai Ruibao, you are not a Chinese after all, so it is difficult for you to understand the principle that big trees attract wind."

"Jin Qingtian's momentum is too strong, and what he does is so dangerous. Now it is like a car galloping on the highway. Every time he drives out one meter, the road behind him will collapse into a cliff, so it cannot stop.

Once you stop, you will be crushed to pieces.”

"But if I continue to move forward like this, I worry that it will sooner or later hit the mountain wall, or a big bend, with such a fast speed, and a car will be destroyed or people will be killed."

Su Wanqing's words made Mai Ruibao laugh.

"Su, I understand your concerns, but you have to know that Li wanted to build a multinational consortium from the beginning. Such a large consortium will be difficult to appear in such a peaceful and prosperous era unless it is over in a chaotic era.

Now.”

"It takes at least two or even three generations of efforts to have that little hope."

"But Li has achieved this in just two years. Jin Qing was destined from the day he was born. It is not an ordinary enterprise and will not follow the steps."

"If you want to achieve the accumulated achievements of others over the past decades in the shortest time, Li can only do this and must do this, because it involves too many people's interests now, and many people hope that Jin Qing will fly higher and higher.

, There are also many people who hope that Jin Qing will be completely destroyed.”

Su Wanqing pursed her lips, and then Zhan Yan smiled and said, "The press conference should be about to begin. If we don't go to the scene, let's watch the live broadcast."

At this moment, there are still a few minutes before the press conference begins. Not only the senior executives of Jinqing Company, but also countless pairs of eyes are watching this upcoming press conference.

Yanjing, in a large courtyard.

A parrot chirping in a bird cage, and a young man in a wheelchair was teasing the birds with bird food in his hand.

Zhao Wanjun lazily curled up on the recliner next to her, and an upcoming press conference was displayed on the TV screen in the room.

However, the press conference has not officially begun. Only the staff who are doing the preparation work and some reporters carrying cameras and microphones to find a location. There was no one on the rostrum.

She glanced at the young man sitting in a wheelchair and said unhappily: "Can you strangle your bird to death? It's noisy."

The young man ignored her and pointed at the parrot's head. The parrot immediately stopped screaming and jumped obediently into the young man's palm and pecked.

"Li Jin made a big mess on Neon. Where have you been going now?" the young man asked casually.

"Subdivided columns."

Zhao Wanjun yawned and said with contempt: "This group of neon people is really shameless enough. Use the power of agents to deal with an ordinary businessman. The funny thing is that it failed. I don't know if they feel that they are now.

The Bushido spirit has become a trick for children to use water guns."

The young man said plainly: "Those are just small fish on the periphery. It is very troublesome for the real intelligence department to do things. When the Supreme Leader at that time had no way to maintain normal consciousness, no one could command them."


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