Phi-Fic Chapter 51 Mr. President, shall I kneel down to receive the imperial decree?
Chapter 51 Mr. President, shall I kneel down to receive the imperial decree?
The lighting technician dimmed the lights in the venue, leaving only a spotlight shining on the Changfeng Group president as he strode in.
The circular light and shadow moved with his steps, finally stopping in the center of the stage, where all the lights came on.
Fu Shengyang's gaze swept over the applauding crowd below the stage. He picked up the microphone.
"I know everyone is really looking forward to the grand prize right now, but let me say a few words first."
"First, the issue of overtime at the company has been resolved, and overtime compensation will be paid together with the year-end bonus."
"Secondly, Changfeng thanks everyone for their contributions. In the new year, please pay more attention to the health of your family members and the people around you."
"Okay, I've finished speaking. Let's start the lottery."
Just two sentences, really just two sentences.
The CEO makes money, but he genuinely wants Changfeng employees to live well, which is why he told them to pay more attention to their families.
The employees in the audience applauded the president for being so honest; it was great that the previous overtime work would be compensated.
Some of those who were slacking off during overtime lowered their heads in shame, secretly vowing to work diligently from now on.
"Stop!" Fu Shengyang ordered, his back to the large screen.
The scrolling employee numbers suddenly stopped, and compared to the previous commotion, the audience was now completely silent.
Fu Shengyang turned around curiously and saw that the employee numbers were arranged in a regular pattern; they were interns.
This is the first time since Changfeng Group started organizing such an event that the grand prize has been awarded to an intern.
No wonder everyone was so quiet.
He looked at the crowd again, raised the microphone,
"As long as you work in Changfeng, you are a Changfeng person. I hope that this house will give you confidence for the future."
The grand prize, no matter who it is, Changfeng always keeps its word.
Even if the other party is an intern whose future at Changfeng Group is uncertain.
When the CEO spoke, the people in the audience began to stir.
"Zhong Lingxi, is this your employee number?"
Zhong Lingxi was so captivated by a small cake that she completely forgot about the grand prize.
Now, when the boss calls out, she looks blankly at the big screen to confirm.
"it's me."
Wait, what's the grand prize?
Zhong Lingxi's mind couldn't process it for a moment.
Houses, yes, housing subsidies!
"It's you."
"It's you, Xiao Zhong."
A colleague from the legal department has verified that it is indeed Zhong Lingxi's employee number.
"It really is me!" Zhong Lingxi clapped her hands excitedly and shouted.
300 million! A housing subsidy of 300 million!
Zhong Lingxi's feet were out of control, and she walked with a light, unsteady gait.
She felt like she was dreaming and couldn't believe it.
Zhong Lingxi pointed to her chest and asked, "Is this a housing subsidy for me?"
Fu Shengyang recognized her voice; it was the same as Xiaoyue's friend's.
The person who just spoke is a lawyer from the legal department.
Xiaoyue's friend must be her.
Fu Shengyang confirmed, "You've won the lottery."
Zhong Lingxi's mind was buzzing; the person in front of her was practically the incarnation of the God of Wealth.
"God of Wealth... no, Mr. President, should I kneel down to receive the decree?"
"Hahahaha~"
The audience burst into laughter; how could someone play music out loud like that?
No wonder Xiaoyue would hold up her phone and laugh whenever she chatted with her friends.
Xiaoyue has such a cheerful friend by her side, so we should encourage Xiaoyue to go out and have fun with her more often.
Let Xiaoyue's friend buy a house and settle down in Beijing, so that Xiaoyue will have more people to talk to in the future.
These thoughts flashed through Fu Shengyang's mind rapidly.
"There's no need for such a grand ceremony. Good luck is your own, and you deserve it."
Zhong Ling was pleased to see his cold expression and amused voice. Xiao Yue's husband wasn't such a cold person after all.
Ignoring everyone's laughter, Zhong Lingxi reached for the microphone, "I want to say a few words about my feelings about winning the prize."
The host immediately handed over a microphone.
"Mmm..." Zhong Lingxi cleared her throat. She wasn't crazy; she was already controlling her emotions very well.
"The cake today was so delicious, thank you so much to the skillful pastry chef. Boss, please give me, Zhong Lingxi, Xiao Zhong, a good review for my internship performance. I want to work like a slave at Changfeng and win a car next year. Boss, I'll have a car and a house, all thanks to your good review."
She finished speaking in one breath and bowed deeply in the direction of the boss.
The audience below the stage smiled; her generous and outgoing personality was truly endearing.
Saying these things at the annual meeting may seem shameless, but how can it not be considered courageous and decisive?
What leaders fear most is having no motivation among their subordinates; otherwise, how can they motivate them?
"And to all the lovely ladies and gentlemen in the HR department, please keep me here, and good luck will come your way. My good days are in your hands, and I'm counting on you all. May everyone who applauds me prosper next year."
Wow... with that mouth and that thick skin, she'd be perfect as a lawyer.
The atmosphere at the annual meeting reached another climax thanks to Zhong Lingxi's words, and someone in the audience led the applause.
Who wouldn't want good luck to come their way, for their wishes to come true, and for them to become rich overnight?
At this point, Zhong Lingxi, an intern in the legal department, became famous overnight, and all employees of Changfeng Group had a deep impression of her.
An intern winning the grand prize gets more attention than dancing with the CEO.
Between money and a man you can't win over, any sensible person knows which to choose.
As soon as Zhong Lingxi came downstairs, her colleagues from the legal department surrounded her, recommending locations for buying houses and sharing their experiences.
Who has time to care about the CEO dancing?
Ruan Jingyi placed her hand on Fu Shengyang's shoulder, her steps moving in time with the music.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she suddenly felt a little unhappy.
Money is nowhere near as good as Sheng Yang's; a bunch of vulgar people.
Sheng Yang's arm was around her waist, and he held her hand.
At such close range, she could even smell Sheng Yang's scent.
The faint scent of grass and trees was refreshing and natural, as if she were in a valley, and the whole world belonged to her and Sheng Yang.
All her memories seemed to return to the scene when she first met Sheng Yang, and her heart was still filled with joy for him.
Sheng Yang's eyebrows are so thick, and the shape is also very nice.
And his lips, perfectly proportioned, with a sexy lip line—I wish I could kiss them...
Ruan Jingyi lowered her eyes shyly; she would be unable to resist.
Time passed in her reverie, the music stopped, and the dance ended.
Fu Shengyang left the scene in a gentlemanly manner.
Ruan Jingyi was still not satisfied.
She ran to her colleague, slightly out of breath, and asked, "Did you record a video or take a picture for me?"
"It's been recorded, it's been recorded, see for yourself." Her colleague handed the phone back to her.
Although he disapproved of her behavior, he knew she liked the CEO and that they were childhood sweethearts, so he naturally gave her face and helped her.
Ruan Jingyi didn't say thank you at all, taking her colleague's help for granted.
She wiped the light sweat from her palms, took her phone, and walked to a quiet corner to edit photos and videos while drinking.
Then I opened my Moments and posted a status update that was visible only to An Xiaoyue.
She casually swirled her wine glass, scrolling through her WeChat Moments, all of which were visible only to An Xiaoyue.
Hmph, I'll make you furious, you little rascal.
An Xiaoyue kept her phone in her hand, afraid of missing a notification call from Zhongkangtang.
Just then, Lingxi was sharing her joy at winning the grand prize with her, and she remained glued to the WeChat screen.
My fingers tapped randomly without my noticing, and I happened to see Ruan Jingyi's WeChat Moments.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and anger gradually rose within them.
Fu Shengyang was actually wearing the tie she had chosen, and he was hugging and cuddling with Ruan Jingyi.
This isn't a photo taken from a perspective angle; it's a real photo of them with their arms around each other's waists and holding hands.
An Xiaoyue's pent-up emotions from the day erupted the moment she saw the photos posted by Ruan Jingyi.
He clearly knew what Ruan Jingyi was thinking, so why did he still dance with her?
What's even more infuriating is that it was the tie she chose, liked, and fell in love with at first sight.
He actually wore it while dancing with Ruan Jingyi!
Fu Shengyang, you've gone too far in bullying her.