Waiters in tuxedos carried champagne and walked between Picasso's original works, with the special scent of myrrh incense mixed in with their clothes and hair.
At this time, a man in a dark purple suit strode onto the podium. The cut of his suit was a bit ostentatious, but it also showed his unique personality.
The man grabbed the microphone, with a hint of compassion in his voice: "I am very happy that I can still stand here this year."
He started with a slightly humorous joke: "This shows that my group has not been swallowed up by the cruel tide of the business world and has not ended up with losses and bankruptcy."
As soon as these words were spoken, there were bursts of laughter from the crowd around.
Although there was no shortage of praise for Hope Group from those present, everyone knew that Hope Group was said to have suffered heavy losses in recent years, and no one could guarantee who would be standing here next year.
The man was Victor Perrin. He had a typical Western face, with sharp facial features and bright eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.
He continued in a deep voice: "Although I don't know when the group will go bankrupt, and maybe I will be begging on the streets tomorrow, everyone, please believe that no matter when, I will do my best to save those who are in misery."
His words were powerful and his eyes sparkled with determination, "Because hope will never die!"
As Victor Perrin's voice fell, the atmosphere in the venue was instantly ignited to a climax.
"hope!"
"hope!"
"hope!!"
But at this moment, "Bang——"
The sound of a sniper rifle shot resounded through the sky.
A bullet suddenly pierced Victor Perrin's ear.
Suddenly blood flowed from Victor Perrin's ears. He covered his injured ears with both hands and then squatted behind the desk on the podium.
His face turned pale, and he cursed fluently: "Oh, Drop dead Zhuop, Dai De (die)."
Victor Perrin's face turned red instantly, not because he was angry, but because his ear had lost too much blood and a large number of red blood cells rushed to save the situation.
He picked up the microphone from the ground and shouted in a loud voice: "You are really not a professional sniper killer. 7.62mm NATO bullet? Give my regards to your shooting teacher. Yes! He obviously didn't teach you what accuracy is!"
Victor pulled a bloody NATO bullet out of his ear, the wound on his ear now beginning to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He curled his lips into a mocking smile and pointed at the microphone: "Tell your employer - when I put the bullet in his anus, he will hear the echo of hell coming out of his anus!"
"Of course, there is one last thing!"
"Hope, forever!!"
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