In order to maintain order, especially with the arrival of so many foreign media reporters, this group of people is not easy to serve, so the Asami City Government, under the order of the provincial government, sent a large number of forces to protect the surrounding security and order.
Even on the day of the press conference, traffic control had to impose traffic control on four nearby streets due to excessive traffic volume.
"This should be the first time in China that security and traffic control have been implemented because of a press conference held by a private company."
In the central building next to the river in the south of Qianhai, Mai Ruibao turned to Su Wanqing, who was drinking coffee from a hot coffee cup and smiled.
Su Wanqing nodded, with a smile on her face, but her tone was not relaxed and she said: "Indeed, but it may not be a good thing."
Mai Ruibao asked doubtfully: "Su, isn't it a good thing that our company has attracted so many people's attention?"
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 reason why a big tree attracts wind."
"Jin Qingtian's momentum is too strong, and what he is doing is so dangerous. It is like a car speeding on the highway. Every time it drives one meter, the road behind it will collapse into a cliff, so it cannot stop.
If it stops, it will be shattered into pieces.”
"But if it continues to move forward like this, I'm worried that it will hit a mountain wall sooner or later, or a big curve. At such a fast speed, it will overturn and cause death."
Su Wanqing's words made Mai Ruibao laugh.
"Su, I understand your worries, but you have to know that Li has wanted to build a large multinational consortium from the beginning, and unless the troubled times are over and everything is left to be revitalized, it will be difficult for such a large consortium to appear in such a peaceful and prosperous age.
Already."
"It requires the efforts of at least two or even three generations to have even a sliver of hope."
"But it took Li only two years to reach this point. From the day it was born, Jin Qing was destined to be no ordinary company, let alone follow a step-by-step approach."
"If he wants to accomplish what others have accumulated over decades in the shortest time, Li can only do this, and he must do this, because it involves the interests of too many people now, and many people want Jin Qing to fly higher.
, there are also many people who hope that Jin Qing will be completely destroyed."
Su Wanqing pursed her lips, then smiled and said: "The press conference should start soon. If we don't go there, let's just watch the live broadcast."
At this moment, there are still a few minutes before the start of the press conference. Not only the senior executives of Jinqing Company, but also countless pairs of eyes are watching the press conference that is about to begin.
Yanjing, in a large courtyard.
A parrot chirped in the birdcage, and a young man in a wheelchair was teasing the bird with bird food in his hand.
Zhao Wanjun curled up lazily on the recliner next to her. An upcoming press conference was displayed on the TV screen in the room.
However, the press conference has not officially started yet. There are only staff making preparations and some reporters carrying cameras and microphones looking for positions. There is no one on the podium.
She glanced sideways at the young man in the wheelchair and said unhappily: "Can you strangle that bird of yours? It's so noisy."
The young man ignored her and tapped the parrot's head with his finger. The parrot immediately stopped squawking and jumped into the young man's hand to eat.
"Li Jin caused a big mess in Neon. Where has he gone now?" the young man asked casually.
"Columns."
Zhao Wanjun yawned and said with disdain: "These neon people are really shameless. They used the power of agents to deal with an ordinary businessman. The funniest thing is that they failed. I don't know if they feel like they are now."
The spirit of Bushido has become a child's trick with a water gun."
The young man said flatly: "Those are just peripheral little fish. The real intelligence department is very troublesome to do things. When the supreme leader at that time was unable to maintain normal consciousness, no one could command them."