Chapter 985 Can I Run?

Chapter 985 may I run?

"That sounds reasonable."

Hearing ren liang stand up, he snorted coldly:

"But everyone knows that Wenren Zhen has been trapped in the mine for more than three weeks. Everyone feels that this situation..."

"That doesn't mean there's no hope of life."

Before Wenren Liang could finish his sentence, Li Mingxuan coldly took it.

"I know. I didn't say there must be no hope of life."

Wenren Liang said coldly,

"But even if there is hope, what kind of survival is that?"

With Wenren Liang's question, the hall, which had been whispering to each other, suddenly quieted down.

Everyone looked at each other and for a moment, no one stood up to answer the question.

Yes, the collapsed mine hasn't been dug yet, but people have been pressing down on it for almost four weeks.

For such a long time, even if there was no crushing death on the spot, how long could the injury last?

Besides, who knows where Wenren Zhen was hurt?

Her legs and arms are fine, but what if she hurts somewhere else, her chest, or her head?

Both of these places are deadly. Not dying is no different from dying, right?

Would the current president of the Sheng Hong want to give up his position to a man like that?

"What kind of life do you want?"

Suddenly, a deep, husky voice came from an inconspicuous corner.

When the crowd heard the sound, they could not help but turn their heads. They looked over at the sound and realized -

In the corner of the banquet hall, the man in navy and a cap, who kept his head down, was actually -

Wenren Junlin, chairman of Sheng Hong!

In the midst of everyone's astonishment, Wenren Junlin had already stood up, and the people around him immediately supported him, and then walked towards the stage step by step.

"Chairman?"

"Chairman?"

All the shareholders stood up and greeted Wenren Junlin.

No one expected that Wenren Junlin, who had already left the group's affairs untouched and only had the title of honorary chairman, would come quietly to the meeting today.

"Dad."

When Wenren Liang heard that jun lin came up to the stage, he came to his senses and hurriedly welcomed him.

"I don't need your help,"

Wenren Junlin pushed away Wenren Liang's outstretched hand, his agitated voice cold and distant.

Wenren Liang's face was immediately embarrassed. He didn't expect Wenren Junlin to be so disrespectful and push his hand away in front of so many shareholders.

In the past two days, in order to succeed in choosing the position of president of Shenghong group, his publicity has been very good.

Every day when he went to Tong shun hospital to see Wenren Junlin, he was photographed by reporters, especially in today's newspaper. He was pushing Wenren Junlin for a walk downstairs in Tong shun hospital yesterday.

Using the media's mouth, he was telling everyone that Wenren Zhen had left. He was Wenren Junlin's second son, and he was the most qualified person to be the president of the Sheng Hong.

Today's minority shareholders, not to mention 100 % read today's newspaper, at least 80 %.

Therefore, he was very confident that this candidate would be a president. Even though Jiang Nuan's shares were now more than three percent of theirs, Jiang Nuan was not there, and Li Mingxuan should not be favored by these small shareholders.

But he didn't expect that Wenren Junlin, who said he wouldn't come, would come and ask him back at the critical moment.

"What's the question?"

Wenren Junlin looked at his son with a pale face and said in a faint voice:

"What kind of life do you want Ah Zhen to be?"

"Dad, this is what everyone wants,"

Wenren Liang looked at Wenren Junlin and had to put on a sad expression:

"Brother has been trapped in the mine for so long, so it's natural that he can't predict what kind of injury he will get."

"Let's take ten thousand steps back. Even if you're not injured, you haven't eaten or drunk anything in the mine for such a long time, and you don't necessarily have enough oxygen. How much difference does it make whether you're alive or not?"

The crowd was silent again, and Wenren Junlin could not answer for a moment.

Yes, Wenren Zhen had been trapped in the mine for more than three weeks. In fact, when the mine collapses, it is usually not dead or injured. What is not injured is not none, but the probability is very small.

Seeing that jun lin was silent and unable to answer this question, wen renliang was once again elated.

"So, dad, Vice president li's wish is good. We all know brother's ability, and he's also the biggest shareholder, and he has the highest approval rating."

"But dad, you know, the ideal is full, the reality is very backbone, we have to face the reality, right?"

Wenren Liang looked at Wenren Junlin and said,

"Today is the shareholders'meeting, and everything is based on the voting of shareholders. In my brother's case, I don't think it's necessary to let him participate in the election. After all, Sheng Hong needs a president who is energetic, clear-headed, and has a sharp reaction, right?"

When the shareholders heard him say this, they started to talk to each other again.

Previously, he thought Li Mingxuan's proposal was very good, but now that he heard about it, it seemed that it was true.

Li Mingxuan, as Fu Boss of Sheng Hong, had no shares in the Sheng Hong. He knew that he would not be able to sit for long, so he proposed that Wenren Zhen would come back and give up his seat.

Wenren Liang was different. He was Wenren Junlin's son, and he owned 10 % of the shares, the third largest shareholder in Shenghong group.

Not to mention that Wenren Zhen would have all sorts of problems digging out of the mine, but nothing. Once Wenren Liang became the president of Sheng Hong, he probably didn't want to give up his position, did he?

"What if the president comes back from south africa and nothing happens?"

Li Mingxuan stood up and asked Wenren Liang, who was speaking in a heated tone.

"Vice president li said it was just in case,"

Wenren Liang's lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of mockery:

"We can't do things just in case, we can do things for nothing, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes,"

Wenren Liang's supporters immediately echoed his words.

"That's right. If we go out and fall or get hit by a car, then we don't have to go out?"

"Then... You mean..."

Wenren Junlin frowned and looked at Wenren Liang.

"Are you and Li Mingxuan alone in this election?"

"If other shareholders want to be president of shenghong, they can also vote."

Wenren Liang pretended to be generous.

"After all, it's a shareholder election. Whoever you choose is who you choose."

..." Everyone was silent.

Wenren Liang didn't say that. Who's going to join in the fun?

"Since there's no one else, it's me and li..."

"Can I run?"

Before Wenren Liang could finish his sentence, a deep, slightly familiar voice came from behind the stage.

As the voice fell, a tall man in a straight collar was slowly walking from behind the stage towards the curtain.