In the corner of the banquet hall, Zhao Qing looked at the big screen in disbelief with a pale face.

Beside Ling Xinyue was holding a glass of champagne, her whole body trembling slightly, the champagne swayed beautifully in the glass.

Facing Shang Lin Weiwei's eyes, Ling Xinyue was shocked, and moved her eyes away in a panic.

Ling Yuanshan's voice sounded again.

"My dear friends, I know that for quite a few of you, your understanding of Ling Weiwei is still limited to that dandy and wayward rich girl. But I guarantee with my personality that she will be the best leader of the Ling family. Or, so, please give me the same trust, she will not let you down."

Speaking sincerely, Ling Yuanshan's eyes gradually became loving, "Weiwei, come on! I'm leaving the Ling family to you..."

After finishing speaking, Ling Yuanshan walked out of the CEO's office.

The camera gradually moved away, and as the red-brown wooden door closed behind him, the big screen slowly dimmed.

A video, like a documentary, is real and beautiful.

The handover of the Ling Group ended in such a way.

Staring blankly at the big screen, Lin Weiwei didn't come back to her senses for a long time, until she heard "Mr. Ling" next to her ear, she finally withdrew her thoughts.

Turning around, surrounded by those customers or suppliers who had just greeted, all of them had warm smiles on their faces.

"Mr. Ling, congratulations, you are really young and promising."

"Mr. Ling, take care of business in the future..."

"Boss Ling..."

Countless voices were intertwined, representing their approval of her, Lin Weiwei put away all the depression in her heart, burst into a bright smile, and began to circle around.

When the melodious music sounded again, the enthusiasm in the banquet hall had reached a new climax.

The three focal points centered on Lin Weiwei, Vice President Yin and Shen Yuan gathered almost more than [-]% of the customers and suppliers, while a small number of them were taken care of by other high-level executives of the company.

Zhao Qing, who was still surrounded by many noble ladies, flocked towards Lin Weiwei almost at the moment Ling Yuanshan handed over the Ling family to Lin Weiwei.

There were several people among them who looked at Zhao Qing suspiciously, as if Ling Yuanshan was ill and admitted to the hospital, and she appeared at the Ling's annual meeting in a fancy dress, which is a heinous and unreasonable thing.

Seeing them whispering together, as if they had been slapped countless times, Zhao Qing's face became hot.

Zhao Qing didn't expect Ling Yuanshan to play with her like this.

Thousands of calculations have been made, and the tricks have been exhausted. In the end, all the games are lost.

"Lingyuan Mountain, Lingyuan Mountain..."

Roaring in a low voice, Zhao Qing looked at the big screen with vicious eyes, Zhao Qing's lungs were about to explode.

"Mom, what shall we do?"

Scared by Lin Weiwei's look, Ling Xinyue still hasn't recovered yet.

Thinking of the end of the annual meeting, when Lin Weiwei settled accounts with her, Ling Xinyue felt like trembling.

"What should I do? What else can I do?"

Seeing Ling Xinyue's restless appearance, Zhao Qing reprimanded in a low voice: "He was hospitalized due to a heart attack, what does it have to do with us? Why are you nervous? I'm afraid that others won't think much about it, right?"

"But, but in that tea..."

Before she could finish a sentence, she was so frightened by Zhao Qing's stern gaze that she couldn't speak a word, Ling Xinyue's jaws creaked and trembled.

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