CEO's Strategy Diary (VIII) "Aha!"...
The weather is nice today, suitable for expressing your feelings.
Thinking this, I boarded the cruise ship.
In order not to alert my assistant, this cruise party was held in my name, and most people in my circle were invited.
Because the scope of the invitation was too wide, the original half month was shortened to one week.
For these people, a week-long meeting is a long time.
I will not let a group of people follow me just because of my confession, so these seven days are arranged very tightly. There are many extremely private meeting rooms on the cruise ship, where directors and presidents of various companies who come to attend the banquet can also reach cooperation.
And this week, I will hold a press conference for the VR game "The World" on the cruise ship. "The World" will become a groundbreaking game.
At the same time, the three companies under my name will express their intention to cooperate and look for partners.
All the companies and families were hoping to make friends or sign cooperation agreements at the banquet, which could be seen from their bulging briefcases.
It’s good that everyone has something to do, which can not only promote cooperation and communication, but also avoid interruptions to my confession plan as much as possible.
I held the wine glass nonchalantly, my attention focused on the assistant behind me.
How should I start...
"President."
A person suddenly appeared in front of me.
The CEO of the Heijia Company came to me with his daughter.
Mr. Hei smiled flatteringly, "Hello, President, you may not remember me, I am..."
"Mr. Hei, you are too self-deprecating. Of course I remember you." In fact, I just have a photographic memory.
Mr. Hei's eyes suddenly lit up and his smile widened. "I didn't expect you to remember me. I'm really flattered."
"It's like this, this is my little daughter, she just turned eighteen this year and just came back, so I'm taking her to see the world."
He urged his daughter softly, "Why don't you meet the president quickly?"
His tone was just like someone meeting a monarch in feudal society.
In my previous life, I was notorious as a "tyrant", and it must have been his contribution.
His daughter was very beautiful, an eighteen-year-old girl, like a fresh and beautiful flower about to bloom. But unfortunately, there was an indescribable shrewdness and flattery on her face, which ruined her beauty.
Being urged by her father, she actually performed an awkward greeting and said, "Hello, President."
"Hello." I smiled and looked at Mr. Hei, "You are so elegant."
Mr. Hei misunderstood something and quickly coughed and said, "You know, my daughter just came back not long ago and doesn't understand many things, but she admires you very much. She studied management for you, hoping to be admitted to your company."
He was giving me wild hints.
The girl also acted shy.
Many people were put in front of me, but the one who put an illegitimate woman in front of me was the first one.
The reason I remember this girl is not because of how beautiful she was, but because Mr. Hei was a playboy and amorous all his life. Now he is 68 years old, but a few days ago he brought back an 18-year-old biological daughter.
Mr. Hei was extremely patriarchal, but he kept this daughter because she was exceptionally beautiful.
He planned to send his daughter over to act as a go-between for him and me.
I said calmly, "That's not necessary. After all, Mr. Hei's daughter will definitely come to the family company for an internship."
Mr. Hei said hurriedly, "I will definitely learn more by following you."
The girl also said in a sweet voice, "Yes, I have always admired you, President, and I want to be your personal secretary or personal assistant."
She glanced at me shyly and straightened her chest imperceptibly.
I sneered, "No need, my assistant and secretary are very good, I don't plan to change them."
Damn it, I was worried that my assistant would run away as soon as I confessed my feelings, but they actually wanted to replace the assistant in advance.
As for the secretary position, there is indeed a vacancy, but the Secretary No. 5 position has already seen three attackers leave, and I don’t plan to let it send away the fourth one to increase its record for the time being.
Mr. Hei was anxious. “It’s not necessary for her to take these two positions. This girl is ambitious. It’s fine to let her serve tea and water by your side. She has really admired you for a long time.”
This was a direct slap to my face, so I simply tore off the fig leaf and said with a half-smile, "Thank you for your love, but I can't respond. After all, I like men."
Unexpectedly, Mr. Hei's eyes lit up again.
He ignored his daughter whose face turned pale instantly, turned around and waved, and a boy who looked younger than the girl ran over.
Mr. Hei winked and said, "This is my son, he is sixteen years old."
I was so angry that I almost laughed. I have seen a lot of disgusting people, but it is still hard for me to get used to it.
"I don't like such a small one! Mr. Hei, I'm not interested in your child. Think carefully about what you should really do as a father!"
I thought Mr. Hei should finally feel a little ashamed, but I didn't expect that the next second, his face turned red, and his gray hair, along with the shy blush and twisting posture, looked particularly terrifying.
"If you want me, I'm willing..."
Everything went dark before my eyes.
"Get out of here!"
…
Lying on the guardrail, I pinched my eyebrows, feeling extremely tired.
I heard a low laugh and looked at my assistant, laughing angrily, "Is it funny?"
The assistant smiled and said, "The president is so charming and outstanding."
I was amused and angry, "Do you want this charm?"
The assistant said seriously, "I can't afford it."
"I should send you to work as a landlord."
"Well... President, please show some mercy."
His voice was smiling, and it blew along with the night breeze from the sea.
My mind moved slightly and I turned my head to look at him.
The light outlined his features, from his smooth jaw to his straight nose. His eyes, shining faintly, looked at the endless sea from behind the lenses.
Very beautiful.
"I don't think I've heard you mention this before. Do you like men or women?"
"I..." I saw a trace of surprise in the assistant's eyes, as if he remembered someone.
My heart sank, and the next second, his stunned look disappeared, and all his emotions were once again hidden under his smile.
"I don't know."
"Don't you have a crush on someone?"
"No."
He is lying.
My eyes darkened slightly, and I used the darkness of the night to conceal my expression, but my tone was relaxed.
"I already have one."
The moment I said this, I saw the assistant's hand holding the guardrail suddenly tighten.
He looked at me and asked, "President, do you have a crush on someone?"
The tone is steady.
I glanced at his fingers imperceptibly, looked at him, and stared into his eyes, trying to see something.
"yes."
The assistant laughed. His disguise was so damn perfect that I couldn't see anything.
But he smiled and wished me, "Then I wish the president to get what he wants."
"Boss, it's windy outside, do you want to go back?"
I looked at him, my heart beating faster because of speculation.
Does his reaction prove that he cares about me very much - at least he cares that I have someone I like?
"Come back later, I have something to think about..."
Before I could finish my words, suddenly, I heard a burst of singing.
The singing voice was ethereal and vague, passing through the night, passing through the moonlight, and floating to the cruise ship with the sound of the wind.
Who is singing?
More and more people heard the singing. They came out from the rooms and looked towards the sea.
“What a beautiful singing voice…”
Everyone had an obsessive look on their faces, as if the most beautiful memories in their hearts were evoked, or as if they saw the person they had been thinking about day and night, so they ran forward without hesitation, not afraid of being torn to pieces.
People are stacked up one after another, trying their best to stretch their heads towards the sea to find the warmth in their dreams.
The singing became more and more ethereal and vague, as if telling everyone that if they didn't chase it, they would never see it again in this lifetime.
As a result, the crowd became more and more agitated, and their expressions changed from being intoxicated at the beginning to being impatient. They leaned their bodies further and further out of the guardrail, as if trying to touch the moon on the bottom of the sea.
“That’s enough!”
I shouted loudly, and the crowd suddenly stopped moving. Then, as the singing voice that I had covered up started to sing again, the crowd started to lose their minds.
I laughed out of anger.
Great! Whenever I want to develop a relationship with my assistant, there are always some messy people who come to mess things up. This time, when I catch it, I will make it into a music box, and I will spin it, sing, and spit at the same time!
The assistant looked solemn, but he was not affected. However, in this situation, there were only him and I, and we couldn't stop anything.
He said, "Boss, it seems that the other party is using singing to lure passers-by into the sea. We just need to cover up the sound."
As he spoke, he picked up the iron rack next to him and slammed it hard on the table. A loud noise broke out, but the crowd was not affected.
He said in a deep voice, "It seems that only singing can suppress it. I'm going to move the speakers. Can you hold on?"
I sneered, "Okay."
Watching the assistant's back disappear, I looked into the void through the mist.
"Soit tu nais roi, soit tu n'es rien
Mais dis-moi
Pourquoi ce chemin de croix…”
As my singing began, everyone froze in place. Some of them came to their senses, looked around in confusion, touched their stretched and slightly painful necks, and wondered why they were here.
The assistant came over quickly with several walkie-talkies. He gave one to me and the rest to the bodyguards.
The bodyguard regained consciousness, took the intercom, and quickly followed the assistant to move the audio equipment.
"It's all about gloire
"It's all about the world."
Speakers were brought in one after another, and the dark sounds were like the muzzles of cannons firing into the fog.
The fog was shaking and moonlight was pouring down.
The ethereal singing was suppressed into the night.
I looked at the assistant running towards me, stared at him, and sang the last line.
"Pas les menus plaisirs, pas les petits desirs, les privilèges
Je veux les plaies de l'amour fou
I've always loved you
Pas les menus plaisirs, pas les petits sourires, les sortilèges.”
With a sharp buzzing sound, all the speakers were ready.
The assistant saw me and smiled faintly.
He ran very fast, and the tail of his clothes fluttered behind him like the wings of a bird.
My mind moved slightly.
Before the music started, I whispered to him.
"Actually, the person I just mentioned is..."
"My wife!"
"Ah?"
"you will not get hurt."
My head buzzed.
Everyone who woke up looked at each other.
"My wife!"
The speaker sang again, and the conditioned reflex was triggered.
The CEOs and directors of each company spoke up subconsciously.
“Ahaha!”
"You will not get hurt!"
"roar--!"
My hands were shaking slightly.
Who! Who released Phoenix Legend?
What’s even more damn is the pure enjoyment version without the prelude!
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