There were several different types of newspapers on her desk, all of which contained large sections of news about Liu Rumeng.
Looking at those perfect descriptions of her daughter's talent, beauty and family background, Guo Linxian did not feel any pride or joy as a mother, but only a suffocating feeling that was pressing in step by step.
“The more perfect something is, the more fragile it is.”
Guo Linxian's fingertips pinched into her palm unconsciously.
After all, the truth will come out!
The fact that his daughter Liu Rumeng had already married Lin Huowang in the mainland is now like a huge powder keg, buried under the perfect halo that Liu Rumeng has now been created by the newspapers and media.
For a young man of Ho Chun-ting's status, the more passionate he is and the more resources he devotes, whether it is public opinion campaigning or her immeasurable private support.
Once this bomb explodes in the future, how terrible will the anger and humiliation of being thrown from the clouds into the mud be?
Guo Linxian almost couldn't imagine it.
By then, how will the whole of Hong Kong view her daughter?
How will the whole of Hong Kong view Mr. Huo?
How will the whole of Hong Kong view the Guo family?
The Huo family's wrath was definitely not something she, her daughter, or the Guo family, which had shallow roots in Hong Kong Island, could withstand.
She now felt like she was sitting on a stove that was burning more and more fiercely. The flames seemed bright and bright, warm as spring, but in fact they were accelerating the ignition of the powder keg under her feet.
What makes her even more worried is that the wave of public opinion has now been pushed so high by Peter Ho.
It became extremely difficult, almost impossible, for her to quietly withdraw her daughter from the Miss Hong Kong pageant and avoid Mr. Huo's "attention".
It was no longer a question of whether she wanted her daughter to be in the spotlight, but rather that the entire situation had been swept forward by an invisible hand.
The four words "riding a tiger and unable to get off" weighed heavily on her heart like a weight.
Just as Guo Linxian was feeling overwhelmed, there was a gentle knock on the office door. The secretary of the company president, Liang Weilin, poked his head in and said, "Director Guo, the president wants you to go to his office."
Guo Linxian's heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath, tried her best to calm her expression, then stood up and walked towards the president's office.
After knocking on the door and entering, Liang Weilin was sitting behind a large desk, holding a copy of Sing Tao Daily in his hand. On it was a large photo of Liu Rumeng and a report about her.
Seeing Guo Linxian come in, Liang Weilin showed a warm smile on his face, put down the newspaper and greeted:
"Comrade Linxian, come on, come on, sit down! Come on, sit down! I was just about to congratulate you!"
He pointed to the newspaper on the table, with undisguised admiration in his tone.
“That’s amazing!
Comrade Liu Rumeng has really added luster to our branch and our cause!
She has only been in Hong Kong for a few days and has already won the halo of being a hot candidate for the Miss Hong Kong crown. Even influential patriotic and Hong Kong-loving figures like Peter Ho and Mr. Ho Chun-ting admire her so much.
Very good, very good! ”
Liang Weilin was in high spirits. He stood up and walked to the window, his eyes casting towards the bustling Hong Kong Island outside, as if he saw some kind of glorious future:
“I have to say, this opportunity is very rare!
We must seize this precious opportunity.
Lin Xian, on behalf of the branch leadership, I strongly support Comrade Liu Rumeng to continue to participate in the election and do her best to win the Miss Hong Kong title!
This is not only a personal honor, but also of strategic significance.
You see, Miss Hong Kong is a symbolic figure who attracts a lot of attention in Hong Kong society and has a huge influence.
If Comrade Liu Rumeng can become Miss Hong Kong, she will naturally be able to enter the upper class of Hong Kong Island.
We should reach out to more influential people, subtly convey our voices, safeguard the image of our country and promote identification among our compatriots.
This will be of great benefit to our current united front work to promote patriotism and love for Hong Kong among our fellow Hong Kong Islanders and to promote the good image of the mainland!
It can be said that he is a living example of achieving twice the result with half the effort!
In the future, the cultural exchanges and charity activities organized by us can all exert her influence and contribute to the propaganda work of the united front.
Don't be shy, just speak up. If necessary, we can invest resources to help Liu Rumeng win the Miss Hong Kong title."
Liang Weilin's words were full of encouragement and strategic expectations, and every word seemed to carry a heavy weight and a glorious mission.
He obviously regarded Liu Rumeng as a godsend treasure and a once-in-a-lifetime united front platform.
But every word that fell into Guo Linxian's ears was like a stronger rope, binding her and her daughter to the chariot rumbling towards an unknown cliff!
Support? She felt extremely bitter.
The organization's "strong support" completely blocked any way for her to retreat or preserve herself.
How could she say no?
How to explain the unbearable risk without revealing the secret?
She could only manage a dry smile and replied vaguely, "Thank you for your concern and support, President... This, this is indeed an unexpected... opportunity.
us……"
She felt her throat tighten.
"I'm afraid Mengmeng can't bear this kind of pressure."
The words rolled around on the tip of my tongue for a few times, but were eventually pushed back by the cold, heavy reality, and forcibly transformed into: "Mengmeng and I will...will cherish this opportunity."
But my heart was already cold. It was over. I was really pushed to the edge of the cliff and there was no possibility of even pulling the reins.
The huge recognition of the value of this "united front work" was like a mountain, pressing her to the point of suffocation, and even the right to call a halt was invisibly deprived her.
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On the other side, in the Central and Western District of Hong Kong Island, is the gate of St. Paul's Girls' School, a famous girls' school.
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