A commercial building crowded with people during the day.
A certain office conference room. The lights were bright at this time, and the air was filled with acrid smoke, as if there was a fire.
The conference room was filled with men and women in neat suits or in full-on ol' style. Everyone's face was full of the demeanor of successful people. But without exception, they looked at the black man at the head of the oval table with great admiration.
man.
There are nearly a hundred people in the conference room, all of whom are core members of the Tianxiahui. Regular meetings like this are held once a month to discuss some development plans and then deal with the remaining issues from the previous month. It is the highest-level meeting in the Tianxiahui. The oval table is at the head of the meeting.
The black man is the sole core of the regular meeting. Even if he was a veteran of the extreme Young Marshal faction, now he only openly fights with the president and makes some verbal objections. In action, or deep down, he has already agreed.
Established the development model of the president.
What I have to say is that the president did go through a year-long period of pain when he was transforming the Tianxiahui. And that period was the stage when the opposition to the Tianxiahui was at its highest. After that, when everyone
They all saw the benefits that were close at hand, and the human profit-seeking mentality gradually took over, and they did not oppose the wise and powerful leadership of the Chairman in action.
But today, their mood is a little complicated and a little chaotic.
Why the chaos?
Because the president has made an unprecedented decision that may harm the interests of the Tianxiahui.
"President, I have always respected every decision you made." A woman in her early thirties, exuding a mature and resolute modern female style, with a hint of doubt and resistance written on her oval face, continued.
"But the decision you made today is really against the core purpose of Tianxiahui."
"Yes, Mr. President." Another middle-aged man, about forty years old, frowned. "Will's group of people are not familiar with each other on the surface, but in fact they are working together secretly. They have already been in a group. With them
It’s really not a good deal to go against each other.”
Nearly half of the core members opposed Ao Si's proposal. Including those core members of the Young Marshal Faction who had extremely supported Chu He, they also questioned the president's ideas.
What is the core of Tianxiahui today?
Everything should be based on the interests of the members of the Tianxiahui. The rest can be put behind them.
Facing the members' intentions, President Oslo just smoked quietly without making a sound. There was a faint smile on his face as dark as chocolate, and he was calm and collected.
"Everyone." Alan, who was on the left side of Os, stood up carelessly, with a slutty smile on his handsome face. "I would like to ask, when did the president not take your interests as the starting point? When did he let you?
Have your interests been harmed? No? Since not, why do you distrust the President so much? Or, in other words, do you think you are more talented and strategic than the President? Can you lead the world to a better future? "
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. But in fact, as Allen said, although the president is young, he is the most thoughtful and talented leader. Under his operation, the world will
It is the organization closest to the Divine Assembly in New York. Even local organizations rarely dare to act arrogantly in front of the Tianxia Association.
"It's not that we don't trust the president's abilities. We're just simply expressing our suggestions." The core member dressed as a thirty-year-old ol' girl said slowly. "It's not in line with us to go against Will's gang.
The planned strategic policy. Secondly, it will offend the Shenhui. No matter from any angle, this is not a good deal. It will do no good at all."
"How can we be allies with the God Society?" Aos suddenly asked. A pair of bright eyes scanned the people on the table.
As soon as he asked the question, a member of Tianxiahui responded: "Because we have strong enough resources and connections. We are able to thrive in various industries. We also have extremely high execution capabilities."
"No." Aos shook his head slightly and smoked another pipe. "Because the God Society does not want to be our enemy."
"In this industry, the Shenhui can only choose to be our enemies or friends. There is no third way." Aos stood up slowly and asked one word at a time. "Then - since the Shenhui is willing to do this with us
Allies. Why do I think you are trying to look at Shenhui’s face and do things?”
Everyone was slightly startled, not expecting the president to speak like this.
"It has been six years since Tianxiahui was founded. We originated in South Africa and emerged in New York. We have never achieved our current status and influence by seeking perfection. Even in the face of Shenxiahui, we are still tough. Shenhui is indeed
We are strong, but we are not weak. The most important thing is, I hope you understand one thing -" Aos glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice. "The only core of the Tianxiahui is not to align everything with interests. It is brotherhood.
Comradeship."
"Tianxiahui. What do you mean by this?" The OL girl didn't quite understand. She frowned and said, "Shenxiahui has our brothers? Or who has been bullied by them?"
"The former Young Marshal was assassinated by the Blood Guards." Allen followed closely and said. "The President and I agree that this is an insult to our Tianxia Association."
"Master Young Marshal!?"
"Has the young marshal returned?"
"Why would the young marshal not come back to the world to visit us?"
"Could it be that—the young marshal has forgotten us?"
Some people are sincerely concerned about the current situation of the Young Marshal. Others are——
"Young Marshal has been gone for so long, he probably no longer remembers us old brothers!"
"In fact, the Blood Guards are definitely not an easy group of guys to deal with. Rumor has it that as long as they are targeting someone, they will never fail."
"President, even if the Young Marshal is assassinated by the Blood Guard, it has no direct relationship with your decision, right?" A keen core member asked curiously.
"God will leave us and act on his own. Shouldn't we give him some color?" Allen said calmly. "What's more, Old Will and the others are sharing a big cake. As long as they succeed, the world will surely make great progress.
further!"
Allen used his special skills at the last minute.
After hearing this, the core members immediately began to communicate privately, analyzing the benefits that could be gained from this operation.
Seeing that these guys reacted so quickly, Allen couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. Looking back, he saw the president with a calm and calm expression, as if he had expected this scene. However, he said no more and silently waited for the answers from these core members.
"President, we agree with your decision." The OL girl took the lead in giving the reply.
"Yes, Sir. We have never doubted your ability."
"Without the leadership of the President, we would never have achieved what we have today. As long as the President says a word, we will definitely work with you."
Everyone rushed to express their opinions. Before Ao Si could reply, a desolate and sudden voice suddenly sounded from outside.
"Instead of fighting with Will and the others, why don't we all sit down and discuss how to divide the cake?"
"Bleeding to death is always not in line with the businessman's style. When doing business, everything should be based on profit."
"Mr. President, do you think what I said is correct?"
